These temporary feelings
Are worth more than a blink
Physically similar until
You take the second to think
Because you can numb yourself
You can say it all goes away
But a scar is more than a line
In the arm, it’s more than pain
Hold yourself accountable
What love do you deserve?
I only know as much as I do
Because I’ve been here first

Where is Voltaire now that we need him?

The Age of Enlightenment, also know as the Age of Reason, was a full-blown burgeoning of reason in Europe in the 17th and 18th centurys.

By 2020, we have just begun what I call The Age Of Unenlightenment, or Worse, an immmoral retrograde not seen since the days of Corligula, a dystopian era ushered into our global society by a sodden  driver named **** Trump who crashes through his pretentious entrance of **** Trump Tower on 5th Avenue. Now that myrmydon Cohen has just been released from prison because of the pandemic threat, let him clean up the mess in the morning.

In the meantime, the November elections loom. Costa Rica or New Zeland? With the Russians contriving and the Repuplications suppressing, **** Trump could get illegallally re-elected. If that were to happen, I would not wish to spend another nanosecond in this corrupt, criminal country. New Zealand or Costa Rica?

The Worse, you ask? Take your pick. Catastrophic climate change or nuclear holocaust. At least the results of either will not be rigged.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks

Her fears couldn't catch up to
the warm cinders collapsing in darkness
wildfire coursing through her veins

I can't stop thinking of our last moment
You were still the sweetest saying those harsh words
"Please, not yet..."
The words I repeated desperately
Even today, my lips can only tremble
And I will never be fine

94 days ago I wrote a goodbye letter
94 days ago I nearly ended it all
The heartache I was in the tears I cried felt like a hole I couldn't get out,
94 days later I'm still here
I have changed as a person,
I'm in a better place now, I fighted through my darkest night.
I admited to my friends and they showed me care that I never thought I would see.
94 days ago opened my eyes to see the truth.
I'm glad I failed 94 days ago

All she has is the hollow shadow of an ex-lover
And all that bring her joy are cigarettes and retro city pop records

You were mine,
                           A Wildflower.

Sprout up in the most unlikely of places,
Peaking yellow and green through the copper chipped bricks,
You spread out, wrapped around my hand,
we grew together.

Intertwined
Inseparable
Iridescent - reflecting each other.

Until - your grip loosened,
Once effervescent,
I watched your colour fade -
Now waned, wilted, worn.

I tried to love you back to life -
Though I don't know you anymore.