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Riley Stuart Jan 2014
Your mask is unlike anyother,
That I have yet to see.
Its impermeable to your emotions,
And a cruelty to those it fools.
You lurk in the safety of your mask,
A hiding place from all the world.

A never moving shadow,
Which knows no pain,
You keep yourself within,
And never let them in.
Waiting patiently until they leave
Your mask and you alone.

To the crypts of your silent soul,
Will your mask and body go.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Apr 2022
LOVE AND LOVERS

by

TOD HOWARD HAWKS


Chapter 5

Jon sat in the stuffed chair by the fireplace for a long time. Bian had driven into Hyannis to do some shopping.

When Bian had mentioned during one of their chats she had wanted to “heal the Earth” during her life, that phrase–that particular phrase–had pierced his being, bringing fully into his consciousness the same overpowering sentiment.  Once she had uttered those three words, Jon’s life had been profoundly and permanently affected. He had even written what he considered to be a “commentary,” a brief, concise pathway that humankind could follow to save the world, to create Peace on Earth forever. He had had no intention of ever sharing it with Bian, until now. Jon rose from his chair and went into the bedroom and opened the closet door and pulled out the big cardboard box in which he kept all of his poems. Near the top, he saw his commentary. He lifted it out and sat down on the bed and began to read it again.

PEACE ON EARTH THROUGH LOVE

Turning the World Rightside-In

By

Jon Witherston


PREAMBLE:  All we have is our little planet, Earth. For the vast majority of my life, I have thought, “What would it be like to have Peace on Earth?” But for only two, maybe three, weeks every year, usually around Christmas, I would see the phrase “Peace on Earth," usually on Christmas cards. But after Christmas, I would not hear or see that sanguine notion for 11 more months. The longer I lived, the more this annual ritual bothered me. At Andover, I had studied European history. At Columbia, I had majored in American history. Over time, I increasingly came to the realization that in both prep school and college, I had essentially been studying about wars on top of wars and their aftermaths:  millions and millions and millions of human beings being killed. Then, when I got curious, I used my computer to find out that, according to many scholars, only a little over 200, out of roughly 3,400 years of recorded history, were deemed “peaceful.” Humanity, I concluded, had a horrible track record when it came to effectuating “Peace on Earth.” And during my lifetime things have not gotten any better.  
      
SPIRITUAL ECOLOGY:  There is one land, one sky, one sea, one people. The boundaries that divide us are not on maps, but in our minds and hearts. John Donne was prescient. Earth is as impoverished as its poorest Citizen, as healthy as her sickest, as educated as her most ignorant. If we pollute the upper waters of the Mississippi, then ineluctably we shall pollute the Indian Ocean. If we continue to pollute our air, the current 8,000,000,000 Citizens on Earth will die. All species will be accorded the same concern and care as Citizens of Earth. The imminent threats of nuclear holocaust and catastrophic climate change we need urgently to prevent. This is the truth of Spiritual Ecology.  

CAMPAIGN FOR EARTH:  If we can wage war, why should we not wage peace? Nations are anachronistic;  therefore, there will be
none. There will only be Earth and Citizens of Earth. Each Citizen will devote a sizable number of years of her/his life to the betterment of humankind and Earth. All military weapons--from handguns to hydrogen bombs--will be destroyed, and any future weapons will be prohibited. All jails and prisons will be closed, replaced by Love Centers (see below). Automation and other technological advances will enhance the opportunity for all Citizens to realize exponentially their potential, personally and spiritually. There will be no money. All precious resources and assets of Earth will be distributed equally among all Citizens. The only things Citizens will own are the right to be treated well and the responsibility to treat Earth and all its Citizens well. All Citizens will be free to travel anywhere, at any time, on Earth. All Citizens will be free to choose their own personal and professional goals, but will do no harm to Earth or other Citizens. All Citizens will be afforded the same resources to live a full, safe, and satisfying life, including the best education, health care, housing, food, and other necessities throughout Earth.

LOVE:  The only way to change anything for the good, for good, is through love. Love is what every living creation on Earth needs. Love Centers are for those Citizens who were not loved enough, or at all, especially at their earliest of ages. Concomitantly, they act out their pain hurtfully, sometimes lethally, often against other Citizens. Citizens who are emotionally ill will be separated from those who are not. Jails and prisons only abet this deleterious situation. Some Citizens in pain may need to be constrained in Love Centers humanely while they recover, through being loved, so they do not hurt themselves or others. In some extreme cases, Citizens may be in so much pain that they remain violent for a long time.  Thus, they may need to be constrained for the rest of their lives, but always loved, never punished. In time, Citizens, when loved enough, will only have love to give, and the need for Love Centers will commensurately decline.

EARTH:  In 1948, Eleanor Roosevelt chaired the commission that wrote the Universal Declaration of Human Rights. UDHR, with some updates and revisions, will serve as the moral and legal guidepost for Earth.

GENERAL ASSEMBLY:  To remember the former nations on Earth, one member will be elected by Citizens from each of these former nations to serve a one five-year term as a member of the General Assembly. In succeeding elections, Citizens currently residing at that time in areas that were formerly nations, will again, in perpetuity, vote for one Citizen also residing in that area, for a one five-year term as a member of the General Assembly.

FIRST VOTE:  The first vote of all Citizens will be to establish CAMPAIGN FOR EARTH. Majority rules. All Citizens will have access to Internet voting, as well as access to cell phones and other types of computers. Citizens will have her/his own secured ID codes. Citizens will have to be 18 or older to vote. Citizens will be encouraged to bring before the General Assembly all ideas and recommendations, as well as any concerns or complaints, which will be considered and responded to promptly. Citizens’ ideas and recommendations will be formed into proposals drafted by members of the General Assembly. Citizens will vote on these proposals of each month during the first two weeks of the following month. Citizens of Earth will be Earth’s government. Members of the General Assembly will be facilitators who will work with millions of volunteers. There will be no president of Earth.

ALLCOTT MOVEMENT:  If the multinational corporations that now rule Earth do not abide by the outcome of a majority vote in favor of CAMPAIGN FOR EARTH, Citizens of Earth will instigate the Allcott Movement, a one-at-a-time mancott, womancott, girlcott, boycott--hence, Allcott--against each multinational corporation unwilling to relinquish control of its global business and give it, and all its assets, to Citizens of Earth. Citizens will continue the Allcott Movement until all multinational corporations have done the same. All personal and smaller-business wealth will be converted into resources to be distributed equally to all Citizens. All proceeds in excess of what’s needed reasonably by each Citizen will be saved for future generations. No violence of any kind will occur during the transfer of these resources. Citizens will take these steps because they are the moral, the right, steps to take to save all living creations on Earth, and Earth itself.

CELEBRATE AND SHARE: If you were to take a photograph of humanity and gaze at it, you would see a beautiful mosaic of mankind of different, beautiful colors. If you could step into the photograph, you would hear a melody of languages and dialects. You could have a worldwide picnic with all your sisters and brothers and experience different customs and taste different, delicious foods. And in moments of silence, all of you could pray in your different religions, separate but together at the same time. You would also share the same human laughter and joys and feel the same sorrows and cry the same tears, all in Peace on Earth eternal. All of you would come to delight in these differences, not dread them. You would look forward to celebrating and sharing with your family, not killing them. The spiritual whole would be larger than the sum of its sacred parts.

A QUANTUM LEAP:  The world, over millennia, keeps evolving. Over 3,400 years of recorded history, powers, nations, keep shifting, sometimes seismically. Now is the time for not only the grandest seismic shift ever, but also the one that will save Earth and all living creations upon it. It is time for Earth to become one Earth--not a scattering of over 200 nations with artificial borders. Technology, with its innumerable advances, has made us into a world when all can become one. We are free to be our real selves, to spend our variegated lives not aggrandizing, but sharing and giving. Rather than dreading our superficial differences--our different skin colors, our different cultures, our different religions, our different languages--we can explore and enjoy them. Let us finally be what we truly have been forever, one big, worldwide family of humanity. No more wars, no more weapons, no more killing. No more hunger, no more homelessness, no more hopelessness. No more ignorance, no more illnesses, no more social classes. This is the quantum leap of which I speak.

PEACE ON EARTH:  Wealth is not worth. The mansuetude of loving and being love is. When love is your currency, all else is counterfeit. Citizens will be able to go about creating their own happiness that is built on love-based personal relationships and professional activities. No longer will human beings be able to profit from another’s pain. With love at the center of being and living, there will be no more wars, no more dictators, no more corruption. Finally, there will only be Peace on Earth forever.

Copyright 2026 Jon Witherston.


Jon heard the front door open and shut.

“Bian, I’m in the bedroom,” said Jon. “I’ve got something I want you to read.”

Bian came into the bedroom. “What is it?” she asked.

“It’s something you inspired,” replied Jon.

Bian kissed Jon on the cheek then sat on the bed.

“Read it, then we’ll chat,” said Jon. He handed the commentary to Bian who began reading it.

“Jon, when did you write this?” asked Bian.

“I wrote it after you shared with me your desire to spend your life trying to heal Earth,” said Jon. “At Tom’s. Do you remember?”

“I’ve always dreamed of this ever since my father told me about the war,” she said. “What I remember about Tom’s is when I told you I was majoring in Human Rights, you said the whole world should be majoring in Human Rights.”

“Of course, I remember that, too,” said Jon.


What Bian came to realize about her father as she grew up was he had become anti-war. He had come to hate it.

Two things she had never known about him, though. First, her father was one of the wealthiest men on Earth. Yes, she knew he was well-to-do:  she had grown up, after all, in a large, comfortable home, and her father had had the money to pay for her expensive educations,  Second, he had belonged, for almost two decades now, to a secret, worldwide group of extremely wealthy and influential men and women who wished for, and were working toward, a world that would never know war. This group was called SOCIETY FOR PEACE.

Jon did not dare tell Bian about what Chad had shared with him over the phone, about her father’s mega-wealth. Bian had never known about;  indeed, her father obviously had never mentioned, let alone flaunted, it, though he frequently traveled to many destinations around the world. Bian had always thought those trips had to do with his businesses, about which he never talked explicitly.

“I’d like to elaborate a bit on what you’ve read in my commentary, Bian, if you care to,” said Jon.

“Of course,” said Bian.

“I’m thinking about the poor,” Jon said. “The poor, and the extremely poor, on Earth, as the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund has put it,” Jon said, with more than a tinge of contempt. “Out of 8 billion human beings on Earth, roughly 2 ½ billion fall into these two ‘statistical’ categories. That’s more than 1 out of 4 human lives on Earth desperately trying to survive day-to-day.

“Here’s my idea, Bian,” said Jon.

“There are more than 7,000 languages and dialects spoken on Earth. Most of the poor speak those dialects. How to communicate with them is the biggest challenge. In broad strokes and succinctly, this is what I have in mind. I want to share this with you and hope you’ll be my partner.

“I want to travel Earth with you. I want to meet first the poor of Earth with you, speak with them, eat with them, live with them, answer all their questions about creating one land, one sky, one sea, one people. I want to talk with them about all Citizens of Earth cooperating with, not competing against, one another, creating Peace on Earth through love forever. If ever we can create a vote on CAMPAIGN FOR EARTH, I’m sure the vast majority of them would vote for it.

“We would start in Mexico, then visit the nations of Central America, then those of South America. Then we would go to Africa where there are so many poor and do the same thing. Then the rest of the world.

“Does all of this sound audacious, Bian? Well, it should, because it is,” said Jon. “Logistics will be beyond enormous, but in my heart, I believe there will be eventually millions and millions and millions of volunteers around the world who will wish to join in.”

Bian had sat on the bed taking all of this in, paused, then said to her husband whom she loved and admired so much, “Jon, you are a genius, but all of this does sound audacious. My first idea is to share all of this with my father and get his reaction to your commentary and what you’ve just shared with me. He knows the world probably as well, if not better, than anyother person on Earth.”

“A great idea!” said Jon.

“I’ll call him at 10 p.m. tonight. It will be 9 a.m. in Hanoi,” said Bian excitedly.
Riley Stuart Jan 2014
Your mask is unlike anyother,
That I have yet to see.
Its impermeable to your emotions,
And a cruelty to those it fools.
You lurk in the safety of your mask,
A hiding place from all the world.

A never moving shadow,
Which knows no pain,
You keep yourself within,
And never let them in.
Waiting patiently until they leave
Your mask and you alone.

To the crypts of your silent soul,
Will your mask and body go.
Riley Stuart Jan 2014
Your mask is unlike anyother,
That I have yet to see.
It's impermeable to your emotions,
And a cruelty to those it fools.
You lurk in the safety of your mask,
A hiding place from all the world.

A never moving shadow,
Which knows no pain,
You keep yourself within,
And never let them in.
Waiting patiently until they leave
Your mask and you alone.

To the crypts of your silent soul,
Will your mask and body go.
Riley Stuart Jan 2014
Your mask is unlike anyother,
That I have yet to see.
Its impermeable to your emotions,
And a cruelty to those it fools.
You lurk in the safety of your mask,
A hiding place from all the world.

A never moving shadow,
Which knows no pain,
You keep yourself within,
And never let them in.
Waiting patiently until they leave
Your mask and you alone.

To the crypts of your silent soul,
Will your mask and body go.
I woke up this morning
No different than anyother day.
As I do every morning
I made my way into the shower

I couldn't bring myself to look in the mirror

They reflect back to us ourselves
Physically they show how we appear before others
Metaphorically they show how we are inside
Reflecting our inner emotions and thoughts

I couldn't bring myself to look in the mirror

Who I saw was no longer me
That boy,
If he truly is human...
Was not me

Perhaps I am but a former shell of who I was
Or is it that I didnt see the changes so obvious to others?
I make more mistakes than I can keep up with
Snapping at you
Turning on others
Making poor decisions and ultimately

You said im pushing you away...

Id rather die if I didnt have you
Petty and pathetic as that is
There is no meaning to my life otherwise
So...

Who is this person in the mirror before me?
I cant recognize him and I dont know how to bring me back
Just..I..... *looks down sadly weeping*
Johnnie Rae Jul 2012
I feel so bad,
Whenever I get you involved,
In this hell I live in, i hate making you suffer,

But I have to say,
I like that you listen,
When i pour my heart out, looking for something to love again,
You're always there,
When my vision shades gray,
And its like Im all alone,
Your always right there,
Telling me about a better day,
Love is great, when  you get love from someone like you

I can finally talk to someone,
Who wont judge me, and turn me away when theres nothing interesting to say,
You stick by me,
And I wouldnt want it anyother ******* way,

I've said it before, and I'll say it again,
You really are my bestfriend, and you always have been,
Thats what makes us click,
A simple connection,
And the ability to show emotion.
Johnnie Rae Jun 2012
You tell me you love me,
And believe me when I tell you love,
I really do, love you too,

You're my whole world,
They swear I'm too young to fall in love,
But I'm head over heels, fell fast and hard,
But its okay, because you were right there to catch me,
And never let me hit the ground,

I drive myself crazy thinking about you,
Because you're just breath taking,
Thinking of you every minute of the day,
And I'm pretty sure if I didn't have you,
I'd just go ******* crazy,

You changed me,
Now I actually care about things I swore I never would,
Stopped all the bad habits I picked up trying to cope with my tragic life,
Now, all I need to feel better, is you,
And I wouldn't want it anyother way,
Because baby, you're my reason to breathe,

I swear you changed me,
The blades I hid away are all gone,
Thrown away,
Because with you, I don't need the pain to be okay,
All I need is you, because no matter what anyone says,
I do, I really do,
I just love you, and only you.

I can't control this love, its just too strong,
And its not something I'm willing to let go,
Obviously written for someone who means more than a lot to me, i love you.
Was I kept up last night by my thoughts
Did I pass out at 3am too tired to even live the nightmares in my head.
On anyother occasion idve been plagued by them, left defenceless and helpless
Id rather lie here awake and be a mess tomorrow than to awaken drenched in sweat unable to breathe a mess tomorrow either way.

No matter how much I tried I couldnt get you out of my head,
That image along with...
In any instance that cold lifeless body of yours becomes a reality
Id gladly lie beside you and take my own to be by your side

Love is,
Living eternally by your side
Dying by your side


All but that the images haunt me,
******* me to my core until im trembling and quivering my lip
Until I can identify as broken as I fall to my knees
It becomes too much for me and I find myself breaking down in tears
Oh how pathetic
Dealing is never a word I would use,
Yet how do you deal with the demon itself in your dreams?
Nightmares on top of nightmares
I no longer wish to sleep
Keeping myself awake as long as possible and then passing out late
Johnnie Rae Jun 2012
Don't you hate it when tear drops stain the pages,
Of all the things you've written,
Trying to forget all the rage,

Just letting the tears fall when theres nothing left to loose,
When all you can think about is your mothers obsession with *****,
Or maybe anyother problem you have been forced to face,

Why not wake up to another hell of a day,
When you never actually got to sleep anyway,
Why not cry yourself to sleep at night,
When you'll wake up to this torture every ******* day,

Theres just no point in living this life,
Because its only filled with sorrow, and strife,
So I confide all my problems, in this blade,
The pain lets me live on for just another day, before I repeat and bleed again,

Its not a process I'm proud of,
But I'm facing the fact that I have a problem, and I need help..
Now do you see? why I need therapy.
Hmm with writing like this, i must feel greaaat, huh?
jeffrey robin Mar 2013
We ALL
Know Jesus
::
Therefor
your STORY (or POEM )
About him
Counts like anyother
--
"Of all the multiple-universes
We had to meet in one like this!"

--
We need THE REAL
Not all the phony priest ****!
--
We all ARE Jesus!
--
Get your head on straight

It's the beginning
NOT THE END
-666-
-----
When you meditate

JESUS means:

ONE note
Of the Divine Soind

ONE spark
Of the Divine Light

ONE taste or scent
Of the Divine Nectar

THE SUBLEST movement
That leads to breath
---
THE CREATOR
OF CREATION

IN OTHER WORDS

THE EYE (I)
THAT IS EVERYONE WHO WOULD HAVE IT SO!

SELAH!
--666--

////

Perhaps I should have said

everyone who would DARE have it so
..
There IS a truth to the original poet's poem of THE CROSS

((An amazing allegory!)

Especially so in the primal hebrew
Anita Feb 2019
B-b-birthday gal,
Walking down her b-b-birthday hall,
In her b-b-birthday gown,
looking like a ******* clown.

It's my birthday, and its a day like anyother day,
I don't feel any older but I suppose it makes a difference,
Because A-a-age does matter, well in this world,
And A-a-age can get you a lot of things.

I can get a job, and work my way to the top,
I don't have to pay any T-t-taxes, and I'm still living with my mom.
And I w-w-wish, that my dad can s-s-see this.
Watching me age up, into a young adult.

I guess it for the b-b-best, everything happens for a reason.
And I guess, I'm turning 15
It's my birthday today, and I just turned 15!
I can't belive it, It feels like yesterday, when I was 11/12 and first discovering the internet and making my Gmail account.
MC Jun 2016
Try as I might, I cannot refer to you with anyother title
For you had unfortunately raised me
You stood there
Unaware, as my childhood grazed me
I never saw it coming
You never asked for me
I never wanted this to happen
For you to cry over me
I thought you'd be glad
You got what you wanted
Me out of your life
But like a ghost I still haunted
Your memories of regret
Your memories of pride
All those nights crying
We shamelessly lie
I'm sorry you find your sanity in a bottle of wine
I'm sorry I find mine in a bottle that was prescribed
We both need our peace
We both need our distance
If it helps you to know
I'd love you to listen
About how I still care, deep in my heart
I'm sorry that our minds
Tore us apart
Ky Philbilly Oct 2014
Checking the trap lines
Down by the river
The cool Fall air
Sending a slight shiver

There was no doubt about it
Winter was on the way
But he loved the mountain man life
And wouldn't have it anyother way

Living in town
Was out of the question
And brought a grimace to his face
At just the suggestion

An 18th century man
In today's modern time
That made no sense to him
No reason nor rhyme

But to each their own
He lived and let live
Slow to anger
And quick to forgive

With his simple life
He was so content
As just living in nature
His life was spent

The mountain man life
In a little cabin in the woods
For that my friends
I would give up all this world's goods.
Madison Oct 2018
I can’t sleep again
For the second night in a row
Which is quite odd of me
Because I sleep a lot

It’s because of my friend’s words
And yes I know my poems are getting repetitive
But I don’t have anyother way
Of trying to get my mind off of it

I’m just really afraid
And really worried
That he might do it
And I still don’t know why he wants to
I’m sorry for writing a bunch of poems about one topic. I know it’s probably getting annoying but I honestly don’t care. Writing poems about it is the only way for me to relax without thinking about it for a while.
KV Srikanth Mar 2021
Woman in Life
A matter of Pride
****** divide
Only in the head

Seeking a career
Striving like anyother
But only harder
Capabilities in order

Ability to think
Comprehend and perceive
If the women were to recieve
Marks for their ability to conceive
Final result one
Simply cant believe

Termed Weaker ***
Called fairer ***
Both used facetously
Gender inequality
Living on the fallacy

Muscle size compared
Womens place declared
Strength put to test
Made to feel less

Narrow vision
Mental condition
Complete regression
Humiliate by aggression

Female a gender
Mistaken for ***
Weaker or Stronger
Comes into play
Biased and Opinionated
Thought originated
Without any debate
Already concluded

Thinking hazy
Conclusion fuzzy
Woman as an entity
Place in Society
Lacking objectivity
In its entirety
Thinking lies futility

Womans right to compete
Not for others to concede
Right by birth
Talent no dearth

Gender equality
In name only
Woman of quality
Credit to sexuality

Women live longer
Logical they are healthier
Study harder
Progress farther

Middle headed humanity
In reality a calamity
Women viewed in totality
Parity and inferiority

Conditioned by Society
Personal prejudice aplenty
Corrupted vision to see
A Woman as a Woman

To be pursued
In order to be persuaded
Law of nature provided
Preyed and Prosecuted
Paraded and Prostituted

Intellectual and equal
Responsible and capable
Leadership of the world
Not beyond A womans fold
Courage during calamity
Problem processing faculty
Calm and collectively
At ease with their personality

Biological differences
Harmonial changes
Childbearing and nursing
Endurance and pressure
Proven handled better

A world without poverty
Cause with Nobility
Gender equality
Always a reality
Remove the ambiguity
Remains Clarity

Woman has freedom
Nothing to fight for
World were a better place
Woman are to die for

Oldest cliche used
Remember your mother
Is a woman
Perfect reminder
To put our act together
Respecting an honor
Integrated in behavior
Objectify a Woman
God save the demon

Division in religion
Difference in Origin
Hostility in Countries
Inequality amongst individuals
Environment nightmare

No more no less
Very essence Spiritual
A Woman is a woman
Required and requested
Nothing from beginning

Woman of substance
Bow in their presence
Treat them equally
A truth with Finality
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