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TOD HOWARD HAWKS Dec 2021
We spend all our lives at Circus Maximus.
We are preoccupied by the external,
forsaking the locus of our sacred worth
that is our hearts and souls. Rather,
we gaze transfixed by ludi of clowns
who make us laugh, at inspiring athletes,
at plays and recitals, at celebrations
of our victorious battles, at gladiators
who thrill us by killing other gladiators
and lions and Christians, even at
public executions. Politicians sometimes
come to orate. But never do we hear
a word about love and being loved.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Dec 2021
Reality is infinity is Cosmos is love.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Dec 2021
For what is the most precious gem?
It is the blue diamond,
but I shall hold love.
And for what is the greatest wealth?
It is to own more than any other,
but I shall hold love.
And for what is the greatest honor?
It is to have all others bow at your feet,
but I shall hold love.
And for what is the greatest glory?
It is for one to remembered by all forever,
but I shall hold love.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Oct 2021
She's gone.
On and on
I think of her,
but in the end,
she's gone.

Her kiss I miss,
her eyes
still cry for me,
but in the end,
she's gone.

Those moments when
we lay together
it seemed forever,
but in the end,
she's gone.

I hold her hand
in memory
a thousand times,
but in the end,
she's gone.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Oct 2021
Is life a course
or a curse,
a path
or a pathology?
Is living a blessing
or a lessening,
a miracle
or a mirage?
Is it a kiss
or a miss,
a tender touch
or simply a come-on?
The opposite of love
is not hate,
but uncaring,
simply not feeling.
Are all illnesses
psychosomatic,
a disguised, silent way
that we take out
our unconscious anger
against ourselves?
Love both clarifies
and resolves these ambiguities,
seeking always the better
over the worse.
Life can mean love,
but too often
means meanness.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Oct 2021
The Gold Rushes, then and now, rush past true treasures:  that what is yours is mine is all. We need not mine, but only share.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Oct 2021
The angry bangs upon my door in the middle of the night are but cries for help. I am sorry for their hurt.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
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