Breeze, ******* please into her arms,
her eyes, I try to see in them her love for me
to understand her majesty and mystery,
her candor and her kindness, hoping
winds would whip her kisses to my lips.
Morning sunlight shines upon her, *******
beckoning my mouth closer. Her golden hair
I spread on white pillows, a silhouette
against pink walls, calls crying
for another ******, must you ever
leave me in this paradise of love?

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

I grew up in Kansas.
I graduated from Phillips Andover.
I matriculated at Colunbia over Yale.
I dropped out of law school because I couldn't sleep.
I spent a year at Menninger's that saved my life.
I wrote a poem to my parents. As my father walked by me,
he said "Go buy a rental property." That was the moment
I gained my independence. I was no longer his
"good little boy." I would no longer be his son to live out
his unconscious dreams through me, dreams of becoming
megawealthy, famous, powerful. I was free to be
my real self. I would write "the intellect sees that all
are different, wisdom that all are one." I came to
understand that wealth is not worth. Love is.
I took my dog, Shepard, to the banks of  the Yampa River
where the two of us lived with the animals and birds,
our friends. I wrote over a thousand poems. I even
wrote a novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH. I was at
one with all around me. I live a bucolic life now.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

All 8,100,000,000 Citizens of Earth will govern Earth, not 200 politicians and dictators. There will no longer be nations with artificial borders, only Earth. There will be no more wars. There will no longer be any weapons of any kind from handguns to hydrogen bombs. There will be no money. All Citizens of Earth will equally share the resources of Earth. Aggrandizement will be supplanted by love. All needs of every human being will be met equally. Air and water will be cleansed. No longer will any Citizen of Earth become a source of profit, as there will no longer be profiteering. No longer will there be discriminations of any kind. There will no longer be jails and prisons, only Love Centers where those hurting from lack of love will be loved until unconscious hate will be transformed into love of self, then love of all. And Earth, now on the precipice of self-destruction, will flower into Planet Peace.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

Tell me truly who you are,
not from afar, but to my ear.
Do not fear:  I shall not castigate,
excoriate. Dissemble not:  No
equivocation. prevarication.
Tell me truly what's in your heart.
Is terror there, or guilt? Rage ablaze
from needs unmet? Do unhealed hurts
leave you reeling in a maelstrom of
doubt? Open up your heart
and let your agonies fly out.
In gentle ways let us discuss
worth of self. Let light penetrate hate,
mollify madness, assuage pain.
Let your forthcoming,
my love for your realness,
heal us both.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

There are reasons why
some men are shy,
and women too,
when wearing silk,
lie on their beds
alone and cry.
No mother's milk
to satisfy
the cruel thirst
for love and touch.
The rule first
is to beware,
when wearing silk,
of men who stare
or fingers touch;
this much we know.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

We all die, but do we ever live?
We once were children,
but did we ever grow up?
When we graduated from college,
did we do what we loved,
or did we work on Wall Street
to make millions, if not billions?
When we married our spouses,
were we always faithful,
or did we sleep with others?
When we joined the country club
that never allowed Blacks and Jews,
did we ever think we were racists?
Did we love our children,
or did we prefer playing golf instead?
When we joined the Episcopal church,
did we pray to God, or was it more
important to join the socially elite?
Did we ever come to realize
we have always been fakes.
Did we finally have an epiphany,
or did we follow our hollow ways?
I fear the latter. That's why I pray
for you every night of every day.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

Why am I writing a poem
in the middle of the night?
Because I am brilliant?
Probably not. Every human
being is a brilliant poet.
It's just that so many
are unconsciously afraid
to be their real selves.
What a tragedy! I feel
for those people. They
are both the guards
and the inmates. They
both flagellate themselves
and cry out for help.
The sentence for all
of them is lifelong.
Everyone's greatness
is imprisoned for as
as long as they live.
Do not be afraid to
be your real self. Do
not hide your brilliance.
Share it with all others.
Make Earth shine even in
the middle of the night.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS