[Intro]
Am I supposed to be here, can you help me?
Do you see something I don't see?
Is it the road, that leads to the end?
Where is the road, that leads to the end?

[Verse 1]
Day in, day out, changeless
Long gone is praise
I've spent too much time waiting
Is it true, failure's really a phase?
Has my time run out?
Is it too late?
I am begging you, tell me.
I'm begging tell, me of my fate ay ay ay.

[Chorus 1]
Is this the road to the end?
I've been searching far and wide.
Where is the road to the end?
Where will I find my pride?
Searched up and down.
Around and round.
Searched here and there.
Please tell me where.
Is this, right here, this,
The road to the end?
Marching 'round the bend.
The end
Marching round the bend

[Verse 2]
I'll get this started.
Now is the time.
I got to do this.
I'll start the climb.
The mountains daunting.
But even so.
She has her feelings.
She has her woes oh oh ohs.

[Chorus 2]
Is this the road to the end?
The journey sure is long.
Is this the road to the end?
Is this where I belong?
Gone up and down.
Around and round.
Gone here and there.
Please tell me where.
Is this, right here, this,
The road to the end?
Myself I can depend
The end
Myself I can depend

[Verse 3]
Purpose, found it.
Hone it.
Faster, quicker.
Own it.
I think I made it.
I have a smile.
And I deserve it.
I've walked the miles iles iles iles.

[Chorus 3]
You need the road to the end?
Is there someway I could help?
Where is the road to the end?
It all starts with yourself.
Just stay right there.
Don't go nowhere.
That's where it starts.
Right in your heart.
That’s where, right there, where,
The road to the end is,
Soon you'll apprehend
The end
Soon you'll apprehend

[Bridge]
You can't have a rainbow without any rain,
But sometimes the storms, they can drive you insane,
Before you give up from the pain and disdain,
It's never too late to hop on the A-train.

[Chorus 4]
Is this the road to the end?
Have I really found my pride?
This is the road to the end.
I'm on a brighter side
Searched the whole globe
Met friends and foes.
Finally made it.
The curtains close.
This, right here, this,
Is the road to the end.
Marching round the bend.
The end.
Myself I can depend.
The end.
Soon you'll apprehend.
The end.

[Outro]

I'm supposed to be here, I can help you,
I see something you'll soon view,
I know the road, that leads to the end.
We'll hit the road, that leads to the end.

I remember my old street. (North Overlook)
The people there never changed, like a television with the **** broken off.

I remember my boxer, Brutus. I would let him lick the inside of my mouth to freak out the other kids.

I remember eating honey suckles in the back yard. I also ate a whole bottle of Tums in the medicine cabinet. (I thought it was candy)
I once drank a whole bottle of nail polish remover, but I puked it back up.

I remember having a jungle gym and a swimming pool. My sister and I swam naked in it once.

I remember when we touched each other’s private parts in a fort we built in the closet. She made me smell my fingers afterwards. My nose crinkled upward and I thought it was gross.

I remember when my mother came home crying one day because the hair stylist cut her hair too short and she looked like a “****.”

I remember spending mornings at grandma’s house. I would watch The Price Is Right and Days of Our Lives. She would fall asleep and I would clean the wax out from her ears with a paintbrush. I remember enjoying it.

I remember my first ****** nose (I used a whole roll of toilet paper). I could taste the blood running down the back of my throat.

I remember all the other ****** noses and calling mom from the nurse’s office

I remember Mr. Iles (3rd grade) screaming at his class for being idiots. He drove a motorcycle to school everyday.

I remember doing times tables in his class. I was always terrible at math and thought I was stupid. We watched the twin towers fall on television. I didn’t know what was happening so I continued to doodle on my times tables.

I remember in middle school being the only one at my lunch table wearing yellow.  My friends became gothic. I didn’t know what that was, but I knew I was different.

I remember my first art class in high school, thinking I was better than everyone, and I was.

I remember the first time I masturbated. I don’t remember how many times I did it that day but my **** hurt for a while and I walked funny.

I remember my mother trying to teach me about God. I never told her that I didn’t believe in him. I’ve always felt guilty.

I remember my first girlfriend. We dated for 7 months. My friends hated her, and I stopped talking to them. I remember hating them for it.

I remember the first time we had *** it was **** ***. I didn’t use a ****** and my **** was covered in ****.
She was great at *******. She once ****** me off in the backseat of her grandma’s car while her grandma drove. I forgot about the time she threw up on me.

I remember she loved Disney and nicknamed my ***** “Captain Hook” because it curves to the left.

I remember the day she found out she had ******, she told me over the phone. I cried because it was my fault. In high school health class, they didn’t teach us that if you have a cold sore and eat a girl out, they could get ******.

I remember when she broke up with me and went back to her ugly ex-boyfriend (now ex-ex-boyfriend). I cried again. Her friends stopped talking to me.

I remember it was on my birthday. (Friday the 13th)

I remember the threats over texts to leave her alone. I told everyone at school she had ******.

I remember eating lunch alone. (A lot)

I remember shutting myself in my room and not eating.

I remember when I tried to **** myself with a steak knife in the kitchen. I didn’t do it right. My mother asked me what happed, so I lied and told her it was an accident. I don’t think she believed me. We still don’t talk about it but I still have the scar.

I remember making art. (A lot)
I did nothing but art (That’s all I had.)

I remember making friends in my art class and how my teacher would dress like a Jedi.

I remember meeting Bobby, and Brandon, and Tyler.

I remember thinking that art had saved my life.

I remember the first time I smoked ****. It was in the parking lot of a Best Buy with Brendan and Kristiana. I didn’t feel “high” and we ate cupcakes after that.

I remember drinking a beer for the first time and hating the taste.

I remember, “It’s an acquired taste.”

I remember, “Drink it, *****!”

I remember the first time I got drunk. It was at my brother’s house and I almost fell asleep with my head on the toilet. He carried me to the couch, emptied a bowl of pretzels and set in under my face. The smell had me dry heaving all night.

I don’t remember the first party I went to.

I remember my mother worrying if I would make it home those nights.

I remember making friends with people from Sayler Park They were in a band with my brother, but liked me more. I felt bad for him, but I was drunk. I went to other parties they had. There were always sweaty teenagers and *****.

I remember the guy who ****** on everyone in the mosh pit. The support beam broke under us that night and the floor almost caved in.

I remember ******* in the front yard. It rained so we were mud sliding in puddles.

I remember the two girls making out in the bathtub naked. Bobby took a video of them on his phone.

I remember when he tried to get this girl to sleep with me. Her name was Lauren Luckey and it was her birthday. She found out I went to art school and had me draw smiley faces on her and her friends’ *******. She started kissing me over the sink (her hair got caught in the garbage disposal.) She bit my neck and broke skin. It was 6 in the morning.

I remember she took me up to the bathroom and we had ***. I remember her taking off my boxers with her teeth. Bobby tossed me a ****** but I lost it. Curtis (he owned the house) came in and ****** anyways. He told me I had a cute ***. When he was done, he left the bathroom door open. There was a line waiting to come in that watched the two of us **** on the eggshell colored floor.

I remember waking up the next day and finding out she was engaged.

I remember the first time I had a pizza from Dewey’s and fell in love.

I remember when I started smoking. My mother gave me **** for it. I always complained when she smoked (I used to break her cigarettes.)

I remember the summer my grandmother died.

I remember staying the night at her house the day before.

I remember when my mother called everyone into the room. I remember, “It’s almost time.”
My family crowded around her.
One of my uncles fainting while the other vomited in the corner.

I remember my mother crying. I remember crying.

I remember “Amazing Grace”

I remember when time froze.
July 11th, 2013, at 1:26 p.m.

I remember my uncle walking over to her, pressing his hand against her mouth trying to feel her breathe. His brain wouldn’t let him accept that she died. I remember him looking up at me like a lost boy, looking for an answer. (I didn’t have one.)

I remember my mother told me she was with God now.

I remember.

Here I write some recipes,
From our anti--football league,
How to cook a football totally,
Must boil it for twelve hours, ritually,
Then you can dice it and fricassee,
Or maybe bake, broil, and grill,
What won't fatten, shall fill,
Or you can make mini-football custard, eh,
Chocolate footballs in a bowl, let's say,
We call it Footy Iles Flotante,
Star sweet in the anti-football restaurant!
Then a recipe for Grand Final Day, swell,
It's called footy Croquembouche Noel!
Hear the anti-footballers yell!
You, too, can write recipes,
For the Anti-football Society,
It's like dining at the Waldorf Astoria,
Anti-football recipes from Melbourne, Victoria!

Lately
I **Long
for the Love
that I once Left
when I chose the Lonely
path of discovery and difficult Learning.

My
steps Melt
into the Miles
I tread when Meandering
round town each cloudy Morning
'til each crisp and tender Midnight

Softly
I Sing
the tender Songs
not meant for Solitude
and gently drop a Sigh
waiting patiently for another ripe Summer

DITHYRAMBE.

À M. Eugène de Genoude.

Son front est couronné de palmes et d'étoiles ;
Son regard immortel, que rien ne peut ternir,
Traversant tous les temps, soulevant tous les voiles,
Réveille le passé, plonge dans l'avenir !
Du monde sous ses yeux ses fastes se déroulent,
Les siècles à ses pieds comme un torrent s'écoulent ;
A son gré descendant ou remontant leurs cours,
Elle sonne aux tombeaux l'heure, l'heure fatale,
Ou sur sa lyre virginale
Chante au monde vieilli ce jour, père des jours !

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Ecoutez ! - Jéhova s'élance
Du sein de son éternité.
Le chaos endormi s'éveille en sa présence,
Sa vertu le féconde, et sa toute-puissance
Repose sur l'immensité !

Dieu dit, et le jour fut; Dieu dit, et les étoiles
De la nuit éternelle éclaircirent les voiles ;
Tous les éléments divers
A sa voix se séparèrent ;
Les eaux soudain s'écoulèrent
Dans le lit creusé des mers ;
Les montagnes s'élevèrent,
Et les aquilons volèrent
Dans les libres champs des airs !

Sept fois de Jéhova la parole féconde
Se fit entendre au monde,
Et sept fois le néant à sa voix répondit ;
Et Dieu dit : Faisons l'homme à ma vivante image.
Il dit, l'homme naquit; à ce dernier ouvrage
Le Verbe créateur s'arrête et s'applaudit !

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Mais ce n'est plus un Dieu ! - C'est l'homme qui soupire
Eden a fui !... voilà le travail et la mort !
Dans les larmes sa voix expire ;
La corde du bonheur se brise sur sa lyre,
Et Job en tire un son triste comme le sort.

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Ah ! périsse à jamais le jour qui m'a vu naître !
Ah ! périsse à jamais la nuit qui m'a conçu !
Et le sein qui m'a donné l'être,
Et les genoux qui m'ont reçu !

Que du nombre des jours Dieu pour jamais l'efface ;
Que, toujours obscurci des ombres du trépas,
Ce jour parmi les jours ne trouve plus sa place,
Qu'il soit comme s'il n'était pas !

Maintenant dans l'oubli je dormirais encore,
Et j'achèverais mon sommeil
Dans cette longue nuit qui n'aura point d'aurore,
Avec ces conquérants que la terre dévore,
Avec le fruit conçu qui meurt avant d'éclore
Et qui n'a pas vu le soleil.

Mes jours déclinent comme l'ombre ;
Je voudrais les précipiter.
O mon Dieu ! retranchez le nombre
Des soleils que je dois compter !
L'aspect de ma longue infortune
Eloigne, repousse, importune
Mes frères lassés de mes maux ;
En vain je m'adresse à leur foule,
Leur pitié m'échappe et s'écoule
Comme l'onde au flanc des coteaux.

Ainsi qu'un nuage qui passe,
Mon printemps s'est évanoui ;
Mes yeux ne verront plus la trace
De tous ces biens dont j'ai joui.
Par le souffle de la colère,
Hélas ! arraché à la terre,
Je vais d'où l'on ne revient pas !
Mes vallons, ma propre demeure,
Et cet oeil même qui me pleure,
Ne reverront jamais mes pas !

L'homme vit un jour sur la terre
Entre la mort et la douleur ;
Rassasié de sa misère,
Il tombe enfin comme la fleur ;
Il tombe ! Au moins par la rosée
Des fleurs la racine arrosée
Peut-elle un moment refleurir !
Mais l'homme, hélas!, après la vie,
C'est un lac dont l'eau s'est enfuie :
On le cherche, il vient de tarir.

Mes jours fondent comme la neige
Au souffle du courroux divin ;
Mon espérance, qu'il abrège,
S'enfuit comme l'eau de ma main ;
Ouvrez-moi mon dernier asile ;
Là, j'ai dans l'ombre un lit tranquille,
Lit préparé pour mes douleurs !
O tombeau ! vous êtes mon père !
Et je dis aux vers de la terre :
Vous êtes ma mère et mes sœurs !

Mais les jours heureux de l'impie
Ne s'éclipsent pas au matin ;
Tranquille, il prolonge sa vie
Avec le sang de l'orphelin !
Il étend au **** ses racines ;
Comme un troupeau sur les collines,
Sa famille couvre Ségor ;
Puis dans un riche mausolée
Il est couché dans la vallée,
Et l'on dirait qu'il vit encor.

C'est le secret de Dieu, je me tais et l'adore !
C'est sa main qui traça les sentiers de l'aurore,
Qui pesa l'Océan, qui suspendit les cieux !
Pour lui, l'abîme est nu, l'enfer même est sans voiles !
Il a fondé la terre et semé les étoiles !
Et qui suis-je à ses yeux ?

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Mais la harpe a frémi sous les doigts d'Isaïe ;
De son sein bouillonnant la menace à longs flots
S'échappe ; un Dieu l'appelle, il s'élance, il s'écrie :
Cieux et terre, écoutez ! silence au fils d'Amos !

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Osias n'était plus : Dieu m'apparut; je vis
Adonaï vêtu de gloire et d'épouvante !
Les bords éblouissants de sa robe flottante
Remplissaient le sacré parvis !

Des séraphins debout sur des marches d'ivoire
Se voilaient devant lui de six ailes de feux ;
Volant de l'un à l'autre, ils se disaient entre eux :
Saint, saint, saint, le Seigneur, le Dieu, le roi des dieux !
Toute la terre est pleine de sa gloire !

Du temple à ces accents la voûte s'ébranla,
Adonaï s'enfuit sous la nue enflammée :
Le saint lieu fut rempli de torrents de fumée.
La terre sous mes pieds trembla !

Et moi ! je resterais dans un lâche silence !
Moi qui t'ai vu, Seigneur, je n'oserais parler !
A ce peuple impur qui t'offense
Je craindrais de te révéler !

Qui marchera pour nous ? dit le Dieu des armées.
Qui parlera pour moi ? dit Dieu : Qui ? moi, Seigneur !
Touche mes lèvres enflammées !
Me voilà ! je suis prêt !... malheur !

Malheur à vous qui dès l'aurore
Respirez les parfums du vin !
Et que le soir retrouve encore
Chancelants aux bords du festin !
Malheur à vous qui par l'usure
Etendez sans fin ni mesure
La borne immense de vos champs !
Voulez-vous donc, mortels avides,
Habiter dans vos champs arides,
Seuls, sur la terre des vivants ?

Malheur à vous, race insensée !
Enfants d'un siècle audacieux,
Qui dites dans votre pensée :
Nous sommes sages à nos yeux :
Vous changez ma nuit en lumière,
Et le jour en ombre grossière
Où se cachent vos voluptés !
Mais, comme un taureau dans la plaine,
Vous traînez après vous la chaîne
Des vos longues iniquités !

Malheur à vous, filles de l'onde !
Iles de Sydon et de Tyr !
Tyrans ! qui trafiquez du monde
Avec la pourpre et l'or d'Ophyr !
Malheur à vous ! votre heure sonne !
En vain l'Océan vous couronne,
Malheur à toi, reine des eaux,
A toi qui, sur des mers nouvelles,
Fais retentir comme des ailes
Les voiles de mille vaisseaux !

Ils sont enfin venus les jours de ma justice ;
Ma colère, dit Dieu, se déborde sur vous !
Plus d'encens, plus de sacrifice
Qui puisse éteindre mon courroux !

Je livrerai ce peuple à la mort, au carnage ;
Le fer moissonnera comme l'herbe sauvage
Ses bataillons entiers !
- Seigneur ! épargnez-nous ! Seigneur ! - Non, point de trêve,
Et je ferai sur lui ruisseler de mon glaive
Le sang de ses guerriers !

Ses torrents sécheront sous ma brûlante haleine ;
Ma main nivellera, comme une vaste plaine,
Ses murs et ses palais ;
Le feu les brûlera comme il brûle le chaume.
Là, plus de nation, de ville, de royaume ;
Le silence à jamais !

Ses murs se couvriront de ronces et d'épines ;
L'hyène et le serpent peupleront ses ruines ;
Les hiboux, les vautours,
L'un l'autre s'appelant durant la nuit obscure,
Viendront à leurs petits porter la nourriture
Au sommet de ses tours !

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Mais Dieu ferme à ces mots les lèvres d'Isaïe ;
Le sombre Ezéchiel
Sur le tronc desséché de l'ingrat Israël
Fait descendre à son tour la parole de vie.

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L'Eternel emporta mon esprit au désert :
D'ossements desséchés le sol était couvert ;
J'approche en frissonnant; mais Jéhova me crie :
Si je parle à ces os, reprendront-ils la vie ?
- Eternel, tu le sais ! - Eh bien! dit le Seigneur,
Ecoute mes accents ! retiens-les et dis-leur :
Ossements desséchés ! insensible poussière !
Levez-vous ! recevez l'esprit et la lumière !
Que vos membres épars s'assemblent à ma voix !
Que l'esprit vous anime une seconde fois !
Qu'entre vos os flétris vos muscles se replacent !
Que votre sang circule et vos nerfs s'entrelacent !
Levez-vous et vivez, et voyez qui je suis !
J'écoutai le Seigneur, j'obéis et je dis :
Esprits, soufflez sur eux du couchant, de l'aurore ;
Soufflez de l'aquilon, soufflez !... Pressés d'éclore,
Ces restes du tombeau, réveillés par mes cris,
Entrechoquent soudain leurs ossements flétris ;
Aux clartés du soleil leur paupière se rouvre,
Leurs os sont rassemblés, et la chair les recouvre !
Et ce champ de la mort tout entier se leva,
Redevint un grand peuple, et connut Jéhova !

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Mais Dieu de ses enfants a perdu la mémoire ;
La fille de Sion, méditant ses malheurs,
S'assied en soupirant, et, veuve de sa gloire,
Ecoute Jérémie, et retrouve des pleurs.

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Le seigneur, m'accablant du poids de sa colère,
Retire tour à tour et ramène sa main ;
Vous qui passez par le chemin,
Est-il une misère égale à ma misère ?

En vain ma voix s'élève, il n'entend plus ma voix ;
Il m'a choisi pour but de ses flèches de flamme,
Et tout le jour contre mon âme
Sa fureur a lancé les fils de son carquois !

Sur mes os consumés ma peau s'est desséchée ;
Les enfants m'ont chanté dans leurs dérisions ;
Seul, au milieu des nations,
Le Seigneur m'a jeté comme une herbe arrachée.

Il s'est enveloppé de son divin courroux ;
Il a fermé ma route, il a troublé ma voie ;
Mon sein n'a plus connu la joie,
Et j'ai dit au Seigneur : Seigneur, souvenez-vous,
Souvenez-vous, Seigneur, de ces jours de colère ;
Souvenez-vous du fiel dont vous m'avez nourri ;
Non, votre amour n'est point tari :
Vous me frappez, Seigneur, et c'est pourquoi j'espère.

Je repasse en pleurant ces misérables jours ;
J'ai connu le Seigneur dès ma plus tendre aurore :
Quand il punit, il aime encore ;
Il ne s'est pas, mon âme, éloigné pour toujours.

Heureux qui le connaît ! heureux qui dès l'enfance
Porta le joug d'un Dieu, clément dans sa rigueur !
Il croit au salut du Seigneur,
S'assied au bord du fleuve et l'attend en silence.

Il sent peser sur lui ce joug de votre amour ;
Il répand dans la nuit ses pleurs et sa prière,
Et la bouche dans la poussière,
Il invoque, il espère, il attend votre jour.

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Silence, ô lyre ! et vous silence,
Prophètes, voix de l'avenir !
Tout l'univers se tait d'avance
Devant celui qui doit venir !
Fermez-vous, lèvres inspirées ;
Reposez-vous, harpes sacrées,
Jusqu'au jour où sur les hauts lieux
Une voix au monde inconnue,
Fera retentir dans la nue :
PAIX A LA TERRE, ET GLOIRE AUX CIEUX !

there are no words
for the way my ski
n electrifies when y
our smoke wraps ar
ound our bodies and
sends shivers down m
y spine because you a
re trickling your finge
rs down my ribs and s
ometimes i can not hel
p but think about how
blood felt trickling dow
n my wrists and by the
time you came around
i was so far gone that i
'm more than surprised
about how someone wh
ose smile is always six m
iles wide could love some
one who wants to be bur
ied six feet under and if i
lost the chance to tell you
that i love you, then i don
;t know where i would be
and if i make my bed in a
grave before you do i hop
e you never pick up the bo
ttle again and try to find s
olace because we both kno
w that anesthetics are neve
r any different from poison
s and if your nerve endings
remember my touch and y
our breath gets short but h
eavy when you think you j
ust got a text from me but
you remember that the te
xt will never come; i want y
ou to know that i love yo
u and that you can make it
through anything and if yo
u do just one thing in my r
emembrance then i want y
ou to never ******* drink
my taste away because no
matter how strong you se
em i still think that my p
assing will make you a lit
tle uneasy and a little diff
erent maybe and i wonde
r if you'll cry anywhere c
lose to as much as i used t
o cry on a nightly basis a
nd will you sneak out an
d walk down to the stop
sign where we exhaled a
nd inhaled smoke and we
held each other and ****
man when i laid on the as
phalt i still wished a car w
ould come speeding by e
ven though that's so ****
ed up and this isn't even a
poem it's just a ****** up
story but if you ever love
d me at all, you won't pi
ck up the bottle- you wo
n't take a shot even if it m
eans remembering the tr
igger.

Si d'un mort qui pourri repose

Nature engendre quelque chose,

Et si la generation

Se fait de la corruption,

Une vigne prendra naissance

De l'estomac et de la pance

Du bon Rabelais, qui boivoit

Tousjours ce pendant qu'il vivoit

La fosse de sa grande gueule

Eust plus beu de vin toute seule

(L'epuisant du nez en deus cous)

Qu'un porc ne hume de lait dous,

Qu'Iris de fleuves, ne qu'encore

De vagues le rivage more.

Jamais le Soleil ne l'a veu

s Tant fût-il matin, qu'il n'eut beu,

Et jamais au soir la nuit noire

Tant fut ****, ne l'a veu sans boire.

Car, alteré, sans nul sejour

Le gallant boivoit nuit et jour.

Mais quand l'ardante Canicule

Ramenoit la saison qui brule,

Demi-nus se troussoit les bras,

Et se couchoit tout plat à bas

Sur la jonchée, entre les taces :

Et parmi des escuelles grasses

Sans nulle honte se touillant,

Alloit dans le vin barbouillant

Comme une grenouille en sa fange

Puis ivre chantoit la louange

De son ami le bon Bacus,

Comme sous lui furent vaincus

Les Thebains, et comme sa mere

Trop chaudement receut son pere,

Qui en lieu de faire cela

Las ! toute vive la brula.

Il chantoit la grande massue,

Et la jument de Gargantüe,

Son fils Panurge, et les païs

Des Papimanes ébaïs :

Et chantoit les Iles Hieres

Et frere Jan des autonnieres,

Et d'Episteme les combas :

Mais la mort qui ne boivoit pas

Tira le beuveur de ce monde,

Et ores le fait boire en l'onde

Qui fuit trouble dans le giron

Du large fleuve d'Acheron.

Or toi quiconques sois qui passes

Sur sa fosse repen des taces,

Repen du bril, et des flacons,

Des cervelas et des jambons,

Car si encor dessous la lame

Quelque sentiment a son ame,

Il les aime mieux que les Lis,

Tant soient ils fraichement cueillis.

I.

L'esprit des sages te contemple,
Mystérieuse Humilité,
Porte étroite et basse du temple
Auguste de la vérité !
Vertu que Dieu place à la tête
Des vertus que l'ange au ciel fête ;
Car elle est la perle parfaite
Dans l'abîme du siècle amer ;
Car elle rit sous l'eau profonde,
**** du plongeur et de la sonde.
Préférant aux écrins du monde
Le cœur farouche de la mer.
C'est vers l'humanité fidèle
Que mes oiseaux s'envoleront ;
Vers les fils, vers les filles d'elle,
Pour sourire autour de leur front ;
Vers Jeanne d'Arc et Geneviève
Dont l'étoile au ciel noir se lève,
Dont le paisible troupeau rêve,
Oublieux du loup, qui s'enfuit ;
Douces porteuses de bannière,
Qui refoulaient, à leur manière,
L'impur Suffolk vers sa tanière,
L'aveugle Attila dans sa nuit.

Sur la lyre à la corde amère
Où le chant d'un dieu s'est voilé,
Ils iront saluer Homère
Sous son haillon tout étoile.
Celui pour qui jadis les Iles
Et la Grèce étaient sans asiles,
Habite aujourd'hui dans nos villes
La colonne et le piédestal ;
Une fontaine à leur flanc jase,
Où l'enfant puise avec son vase,
Et la rêverie en extase,
Avec son urne de cristal.
**** des palais sous les beaux arbres
Où les paons, compagnons des dieux,
Traînent dans la blancheur des marbres
Leurs manteaux d'azur, couverts d'yeux ;
Où, des bassins que son chant noie
L'onde s'échevelle et poudroie :
Laissant ce faste et cette joie,
Mes strophes abattront leur vol,
Pour entendre éclater, superbe,
La voix la plus proche du Verbe,
Dans la paix des grands bois pleins d'herbe
Où se cache le rossignol.
Lorsqu'au fond de la forêt brune
Pas une feuille ne bruit,
Et qu'en présence de la lune
Le silence s'épanouit,
Sous l'azur chaste qui s'allume,
Dans l'ombre où l'encens des fleurs fume,
Le rossignol qui se consume
Dans l'extatique oubli du jour,
Verse un immense épithalame
De son petit gosier de flamme,
Où s'embrasent l'accent et l'âme
De la nature et de l'amour !

II.

C'est Dieu qui conduisait à Rome,
Mettant un bourdon dans sa main,
Ce saint qui ne fut qu'un pauvre homme,
Hirondelle de grand chemin,
Qui laissa tout son coin de terre,
Sa cellule de solitaire.
Et la soupe du monastère,
Et son banc qui chauffe au soleil,
Sourd à son siècle, à ses oracles,
Accueilli des seuls tabernacles,
Mais vêtu du don des miracles
Et coiffé du nimbe vermeil.

Le vrai pauvre qui se délabre,
Lustre à lustre, été par été,
C'était ce règne, et non saint Labre,
Qui lui faisait la charité
De ses vertus spirituelles,
De ses bontés habituelles,
Léger guérisseur d'écrouelles,
Front penché sur chaque indigent,
Fière statue enchanteresse
De l'austérité, que Dieu dresse,
Au bout du siècle de l'ivresse,
Au seuil du siècle de l'argent.

Je sais que notre temps dédaigne
Les coquilles de son chapeau,
Et qu'un lâche étonnement règne
Devant les ombres de sa peau ;
L'âme en est-elle atténuée ?
Et qu'importe au ciel sa nuée,
Qu'importe au miroir sa buée,
Si Dieu splendide aime à s'y voir !
La gangue au diamant s'allie ;
Toi, tu peins ta lèvre pâlie,
Luxure, et toi, vertu salie,
C'est là ton fard mystique et noir.

Qu'importe l'orgueil qui s'effare,
Ses pudeurs, ses rebellions !
Vous, qu'une main superbe égare
Dans la crinière des lions,
Comme elle égare aux plis des voiles,
Où la nuit a tendu ses toiles,
Aldébaran et les étoiles,
Frères des astres, vous, les poux
Qu'il laissait paître sur sa tête,
Bon pour vous et dur pour sa bête,
Dites, par la voix du poète,
À quel point ce pauvre était doux !

Ah ! quand le Juste est mort, tout change :
Rome au saint mur pend son haillon,
Et Dieu veut, par des mains d'Archange,
Vêtir son corps d'un grand rayon ;
Le soleil le prend sous son aile,
La lune rit dans sa prunelle,
La grâce comme une eau ruisselle
Sur son buste et ses bras nerveux ;
Et le saint, dans l'apothéose
Du ciel ouvert comme une rose,
Plane, et montre à l'enfer morose
Des étoiles dans ses cheveux !

Beau paysan, ange d'Amette,
Ayant aujourd'hui pour trépieds
La lune au ciel, et la comète,
Et tous les soleils sous vos pieds ;
Couvert d'odeurs délicieuses,
Vous, qui dormiez sous les yeuses,
Vous, que l'Eglise aux mains pieuses
Peint sur l'autel et le guidon,
Priez pour nos âmes, ces gouges,
Et pour que nos cœurs, las des bouges,
Lavent leurs péchés noirs et rouges
Dans les piscines du pardon !

III.

Aimez l'humilité ! C'est elle
Que les mages de l'Orient,
Coiffés d'un turban de dentelle,
Et dont le Noir montre en riant
Un blanc croissant qui l'illumine,
Offrant sur les coussins d'hermine
Et l'or pur et la myrrhe fine,
Venaient, dans l'encens triomphant,
Grâce à l'étoile dans la nue,
Adorer, sur la paille nue,
Au fond d'une étable inconnue,
Dans la personne d'un enfant.
Ses mains, qui sont des fleurs écloses,
Aux doux parfums spirituels,
Portent de délicates roses,
À la place des clous cruels.
Ecarlates comme les baies
Dont le printemps rougit les haies,
Les cinq blessures de ses plaies,
Dont l'ardeur ne peut s'apaiser,
Semblent ouvrir au vent des fièvres,
Sur sa chair pâle aux blancheurs mièvres,
La multitude de leurs lèvres
Pour l'infini de son baiser.
Au pied de la croix découpée
Sur le sombre azur de Sion,
Une figure enveloppée
De silence et de passion,
Immobile et de pleurs vêtue,
Va grandir comme une statue
Que la foi des temps perpétue,
Haute assez pour jeter sur nous,
Nos deuils, nos larmes et nos râles,
Son ombre aux ailes magistrales,
Comme l'ombre des cathédrales
Sur les collines à genoux.
Près de la blanche Madeleine,
Dont l'époux reste parfumé
Des odeurs de son urne pleine,
Près de Jean le disciple aimé,
C'est ainsi qu'entre deux infâmes,
Honni des hommes et des femmes,
Pour le ravissement des âmes,
Voulut éclore et se flétrir
Celui qui, d'un cri charitable,
Appelante pauvre à sa table,
Etait bien le Dieu véritable
Puisque l'homme l'a fait mourir !

Maintenant que Tibère écoute
Rire le flot, chanter le nid !
Olympe, un cri monte à ta voûte,
Et c'est : Lamma Sabacthani !
Les dieux voient s'écrouler leur nombre.
Le vieux monde plonge dans l'ombre,
Usé comme un vêtement sombre
Qui se détache par lambeaux.
Un empire inconnu se fonde,
Et Rome voit éclore un monde
Qui sort de la douleur profonde
Comme une rose du tombeau !
Des bords du Rhône aux bords du Tigre
Que Néron fasse armer ses lois,
Qu'il sente les ongles du tigre
Pousser à chacun de ses doigts ;
Qu'il contemple, dans sa paresse,
Au son des flûtes de la Grèce,
Les chevilles de la négresse
Tourner sur un rythme énervant ;
Déjà, dans sa tête en délire,
S'allume la flamme où l'Empire
De Rome et des Césars expire
Dans la fumée et dans le vent !

IV.

Humilité ! loi naturelle,
Parfum du fort, fleur du petit !
Antée a mis sa force en elle,
C'est sur elle que l'on bâtit.
Seule, elle rit dans les alarmes.
Celui qui ne prend pas ses armes,
Celui qui ne voit pas ses charmes
À la clarté de Jésus-Christ,
Celui là, sur le fleuve avide
Des ans profonds que Dieu dévide,
Aura fui comme un feuillet vide
Où le destin n'a rien écrit !

I don't wanna see you cry
To make people happy, I strive
Cause I know
What it feels like
To have sadness
In your life


Oh wont you smi-a-i-a-ile
The storm will last a while
But the sun
will shine
through the clouds
Oh won't you smi-a-i-a-ile
Smile


I don't wanna see you hurt
Cause I know what its like
To feel like dirt
But you are a beautiful
Wonderful
An awesome child of God
Take my hand
And we can find
Refuge in his word
I assure
You
You
YOU

YOU'LL SMI-A-I-A-ILE
The storm will last
A little while
But the sun
Will Shine
Thru the clouds
Come on and smi-a-i-a-ile
Please just smile

The thunder booms and the lightning strikes
Tears fall like rain
from your eyes
Just have faith
And believe
And all your burden will be relieved
Oh, won't you trust me?

Finally
You smi-a-i-a-ile
You were stuck in a storm
For a while
But the sun shined
Through the clouds
And now
The world
Smi-a-iles
Come on
And smi-a-i-ile
We've been thru
The storm
Sometime
We found
Happiness
In the sunshine
Now its time
Now it time
To smile

counting you down -
you are my
noun
& I'd rather be
honest with you
than to be
loud
let us be
calm
  let me
renounce
I took you home with me
into my house
I am still
in love with you
inside my mouth
& you should still
belong with me
ignoring miles

L ovely are you, my darling~
O ver my trade of thought:
V aluable, yet vulnerable;
E specially in my eyes.

S tick closely with me through;
M iles leading up to love~
I' ll hold till the last skin' hand:
L ost in your beauty' sights;
E ntirely made of that Love Smile.

Tout entier esprit, tout entier lumière, tout entier oeil.
CLÉM. ALEX.


Si l'on vous dit que l'art et que la poésie
C'est un flux éternel de banale ambroisie ;
Que c'est le bruit, la foule, attachés à vos pas,
Ou d'un salon doré l'oisive fantaisie,
Ou la rime en fuyant par la rime saisie,
Oh ! ne le croyez pas !

O poètes sacrés, échevelés, sublimes,
Allez, et répandez vos âmes sur les cimes,
Sur les sommets de neige en butte aux aquilons,
Sur les déserts pieux où l'esprit se recueille,
Sur les bois que l'automne emporte feuille à feuille,
Sur les lacs endormis dans l'ombre des vallons !

Partout où la nature est gracieuse et belle,
Où l'herbe s'épaissit pour le troupeau qui bêle,
Où le chevreau lascif mord le cytise en fleurs,
Où chante un pâtre assis sous une antique arcade,
Où la brise du soir fouette avec la cascade
Le rocher tout en pleurs ;

Partout où va la plume et le flocon de laine ;
Que ce soit une mer, que ce soit une plaine,
Une vieille forêt aux branchages mouvants,
Iles au sol désert, lacs à l'eau solitaire,
Montagnes, océans, neige ou sable, onde ou terre,
Flots ou sillons, partout où vont les quatre vents ;

Partout où le couchant grandit l'ombre des chênes ;
Partout où les coteaux croisent leurs molles chaînes ;
Partout où sont des champs, des moissons, des cités ;
Partout ou pend un fruit à la branche épuisée ;
Partout où l'oiseau boit des gouttes de rosée,
Allez, voyez, chantez !

Allez dans les forêts, allez dans les vallées ;
Faites-vous un concert de notes isolées !
Cherchez dans la nature, étalée à vos yeux,
Soit que l'hiver l'attriste ou que l'été l'égaie,
Le mot mystérieux que chaque voix bégaie.
Écoutez ce que dit la foudre dans les cieux !

C'est Dieu qui remplit tout. Le monde, c'est son temple ;
Oeuvre vivante, où tout l'écoute et le contemple.
Tout lui parle et le chante. Il est seul, il est un.
Dans sa création tout est joie et sourire.
L'étoile qui regarde et la fleur qui respire,
Tout est flamme ou parfum !

Enivrez vous de tout ! enivrez-vous, poètes,
Des gazons, des ruisseaux, des feuilles inquiètes,
Du voyageur de nuit dont on entend la voix ;
De ces premières fleurs dont février s'étonne ;
Des eaux, de l'air, des prés, et du bruit monotone
Que font les chariots qui passent dans les bois.

Frères de l'aigle ! aimez la montagne sauvage !
Surtout à ces moments où vient un vent d'orage,
Un vent sonore et lourd qui grossit par degrés,
Emplit l'espace au **** de nuages et d'ombres,
Et penche sur le bord des précipices sombres,
Les arbres effarés.

Contemplez du matin la pureté divine,
Quand la brume en flocons inonde la ravine ;
Quand le soleil, que cache à demi la forêt,
Montrant sur l'horizon sa rondeur échancrée,
Grandit comme ferait la coupole dorée
D'un palais d'orient dont on approcherait !

Enivrez-vous du soir ! à cette heure où, dans l'ombre,
Le paysage obscur, plein de formes sans nombre,
S'efface, des chemins et des fleuves rayé ;
Quand le mont, dont la tête à l'horizon s'élève,
Semble un géant couché qui regarde et qui rêve,
Sur son coude appuyé !

Si vous avez en vous, vivantes et pressées,
Un monde intérieur d'images, de pensées,
De sentiments, d'amour, d'ardente passion,
Pour féconder ce monde, échangez-le sans cesse
Avec l'autre univers visible qui vous presse !
Mêlez toute votre âme à la création !

Car, ô poètes saints, l'art est le son sublime,
Simple, divers, profond, mystérieux, intime,
Fugitif comme l'eau qu'un rien fait dévier,
Redit par un écho dans toute créature,
Que sous vos doigts puissants exhale la nature,
Cet immense clavier !

Novembre 1831.

Bumps, cracks,
Breaking my soul.
Chipping away the outer shell.
Leaving the inside
So open
For everyone to break.
Like wiping shoes on a rug.
Scraping your feet on my soul.
Tearing it apart.
Never saying sorry.
Never caring.
Never crying.
Never understanding.

-Kada Iles

Chapter 15

Media from around the world were set to broadcast every word Charlie had to say.

"O say can you see peace instead of war? I can. We all can (thunderous applause).

"Welcome, World!

"It is a pleasure and an honor to speak with my sisters and brothers!

"We are on the threshold of world peace!

"We shall no longer seek the biggest piece of Earth we can conquer. Deep in all our hearts--all 8 billion of our hearts--is love of each other. I will now share with all of you what I now know."

"We have a new ecology, a spiritual ecology. There is one land, one sky, one sea, one people. The boundaries that divided us are not on maps, but in our minds and hearts. Catastrophic climate change and nuclear holocaust will deal death to all living creatures on Earth, but we will have both eliminated.

"There will be no nations. There will be only Earth and Citizens of Earth. Each Citizen of Earth, 18 years or older, will devote 10 years or more helping Earth remedy its shortcomings. There will be no money, no private possessions. Each Citizen of Earth will receive what each one needs to live a full and productive life. All weapons, private and military, will be destroyed. All Citizens of Earth will have the right to be treated well and the responsibility to treat all others well. Love Centers will replace all jails and prisons. Love, not punishment, is the only way to rehabilitate a hurting human being. Citizens of Earth will govern Earth. There will be no president of Earth.

"Wealth is not worth. The mansuetude of loving and being loved is. When love is your currency, all else is counterfeit. Citizens of Earth will be able to go about creating their own happiness that is built on professional goals and love-based personal relationships. No longer will Citizens of Earth be able to profit from another's pain. With love being 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.

Thank you."

The applause was deafening.

(The date to vote on CAMPAIGN FOR WORLD PEACE had not yet been set. Citizens of Earth will have two weeks to vote. Majority wins.)


Chapter 16

Anh and Charlie lay side-by-side on the bed in their room. Though it had been several hours since Charlie's speech, both seemed as if they were in a trance.

"Everything has happened at light speed," said Charlie. "Thank you for being at my side, Anh." She snuggled up against Charlie.

"I knew you when you were clinging onto life in the hospital, Charlie. This morning it seemed as if you were shot out of a cannon," said Anh.

"And you were the one who kept me alive," said Charlie as he kissed her.

"I want to concentrate upon the poor of the world. It is a disgrace they have no voice," said Charlie, then kissed again the woman he loved so much and soon was to become his dear wife.

Still exhausted by all that had happened in such a short time, Anh and Charlie fell asleep in each other's arms.


Chapter 17

Anh and Charlie were going to be terribly busy in the months ahead. Will would be his contact. Travels around the world would be a mix of meeting current leaders of nations, as well as the poor wherever they existed. Not surprisingly, Charlie wanted to meet the poor first. Thus, Mexico would be the destination of their first trip.  

"Among the poorest towns in Mexico is San Simon Zahuatlan . That will be our first visit. All facets of our trip will be planned by experts, but we will determine our itinerary, Anh," said Charlie.

"O Charlie, I'm excited." said Anh.

"Me too," echoed Charlie.

Plans to begin the trip were already in the making. In three days Anh and Charlie would fly out of D.C. to Mexico City. They would meet their translator at the airport who then would drive them to San Simon Zahuatlan. The family Anh and Charlie will meet will have been chosen by the day they arrive. Charlie's way and words had already spread like wildfire around the globe.

"Ready?" said Charlie.

"Yes," said Anh.

"Then let's go!" said Charlie.

The flight was actually relaxing. Both had been beyond busy. The flight from D.C. to Mexico City should take about 5 hours. Anh had a 7-Up, Charlie a Coke. Anh actually took a nap in flight.

They met Juanita, their translator (and guide), once they had landed. As they traveled to San Simon Zahuatlan, Charlie fell asleep. Juanita had to stop once to fill up the gas tanks. A lot of Mexican singing from the radio kept Juanita awake.

Juanita was given a hand-drawn map of San Simon Zahuatlan that showed her where the Navaez family lived. It was not difficult to find. As the car approached the house, everyone in the car saw many members of both worldwide TV stations (EURONEWS, France;  CGTN, China;  PB-DD, India;  DW, Germany;  NBC, CBS, ABC, PBS, CNN, United States;  BBC, UK;  AL JAZEERA, Qatar;  NHK, Japan;  XEQ-TDT, Mexico City) and newspapers (NY TIMES and WASHINGTON POST, United States;  CHINA DAILY, China;  LE MONDE, France;  LONDON TIMES, UK;  and TIMES OF INDIA, India;  and LA PRENSA, Mexico City) swarming the house.

The word was out.


Chapter 18

"Let me introduce the Navaez family to you. This is Isabella and her husband, Bernado. And their two lovely daughters are Elena and Gabriella," translated Juanita. All Navaez members said hello.

"Anh and I are starting a trip around the world. We hope to visit every country on Earth. My special interest is how so many of my brothers and sisters suffer from being poor. You can see how many media from around the world are interested in what's going on. Feel free to talk to them, if you wish. To start, do you feel comfortable talking with Anh and me about the problems you face?

"Isabella and I will talk to you," said Bernado.

"Please go ahead," said Charlie.

"Our lives are tough. We struggle every day just to get through it. All those who live in San Simon Zahuatlan have the same problems. Except for the few elite, everyone has a terrible time having enough to eat each day. Isabella can tell you how hard it is each day to get enough food to stay alive," said Bernado.

"We have great problems wherever you look here," said Isabella. "It is hard, terribly hard, to find enough clean water to drink. We have very little electricity. There is much corruption. It is very hard to find work to get paid to buy food. Look at the condition of our house. It's about ready to fall down. People go to the bathroom on the side of the road. We have no doctors, no healthcare. We have one school and one teacher. Just to stay alive is a terrible problem every day."

"The reporters you see all around you would like to talk to you. If you don't wish to do that, just tell them no thank you. They have been told not to bother you, if that is your wish. If it is OK with you, fine. They are very eager to hear what you have to tell them," said Charlie. "Thank you for talking with us."


Chapter 19

After their trip to Mexico, Anh and Charlie traveled to the United Kingdom to meet and talk with Hoyle, Speaker of the House of Commons, then went to France to meet with President Macron, then went to Germany to meet and talk with President Steinmeier. In addition, Anh and Charlie met with Rutte, Secretary General of Nato in Brussels, Belgium. They then flew to the Sub-Saharan desert, which is in Africa, and met with many groups of the poor and extremely poor of this region, as well as leaders of countries like Nigeria, the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC), Tanzania, Ethiopia, and Madagascar.  Anh and Charlie then flew back to New York City and met with Will who had assembled a sizable group of women and men with expertise in all areas pertaining to the poor and extremely poor and ways to solve all the problems--indeed, tragedies--they had caused.

"What is worse is our government not helping them. I don't recall the Puritans being forced into cages, and I don't recall African Blacks being invited into our country to enhance racial diversity. I only remember chains and auctions and worse." said Charlie.


Chapter 20

Anh and Charlie continued their travels in Africa. Burundi is arguably the poorest country on Earth. Its GDP per capita is $259. It faces corruption, weak infrastructure, and pervasive hunger. Central African Republic suffers ongoing conflict and political instability. Sierra Leone is also riddled with corruption and a paucity of civil liberties. Somalia is an extremely poor country. Mozambique tries to cope with chronic malnutrition and poor literacy. Niger belongs on this list for similar reasons.

When Anh and Charlie had visited every country in Africa and had spoken with thousands of the poor, they flew back to New York City and met with Will.

"I have invited the presidents and heads of every department of the following universities to attend a two-week roundtable to be held at Columbia's Low Rotunda. All have accepted my invitation. Columbia will be joined by Yale, Princeton, Harvard, Brown, Dartmouth, Penn, Cornell, Cambridge, Oxford, Stanford, and MIT," said Will. Columbia's President, Dr. King, will preside.

"Wonderful!," exclaimed Charlie.

"Then these brilliant women and men will jointly design ways we will bring about Peace on Earth." said Will. "Now let me treat the two of you for lunch at Le Bernardin.


Chapter 21

Charlie's major contribution had been his opening remarks at the US Building. He wanted others to share their ideas and concerns. After making his opening remarks, Charlie did announce the creation of the ANDOVER/EXETER PLAN, which would recruit the best and brightest people from around the world to teach the poor and extremely poor students throughout the world. He and Anh were now ready to continue their worldwide journey. Countries in Central and South America were next.

In Central America, the worst poverty was in rural areas. Honduras experienced 75% poverty in rural areas with 63% living in extreme poverty. In Guatemala, 54% of those in rural areas lived in poverty. Nicaragua and El Salvador both had 47% of their rural population living in poverty. In Panama, 37% of those living in rural areas lived in poverty. Costa Rica had the lowest rate of poverty at 23% in rural areas. Indigenous peoples in all these countries faced the highest rates of poverty and lacked access to essential services such as housing, education, and healthcare.

In South America, the countries facing the worse degree of poverty were Bolivia, Venezuela, Suriname, Paraguay, and Ecuador. Bolivia is considered to be the poorest country. More than 80% of their population live in poverty. Having faced severe economic crises, Venezuela's heavy reliance on its oil has made the country vulnerable to global price fluctuations. Suriname struggles with significant income disparities among its people. Paraguay has a high poverty rate with many people living in rural areas who struggle with little financial resources. Ecuador depends on oil, which makes its economy volatile. Lack of access to education and healthcare are most hurtful, as is income inequality.

It is most important to remember that these disparities cause not
only inequality, but more importantly, untold pain.


Chapter 22

In Asia, the poorest countries include Afghanistan where ongoing conflict, corruption, and inequality contribute to its economic struggle. War, famine, and economic blokecades have severely impacted Yemen's economy. Nepal, despite its abundant natural resources, poor planning, and corruption hinder its development. Mayamar's political instability and economic mismanagement are major challenges. Tajikistan's phyisical isolation, scarace resources, and aging infastructure limit its economic growth. Kyrgyzstan, similar to Tajikistan, faces challenges due to its geographical and economic conditions. Pakistan suffers struggles with uneven development and political challenges. Despite progress, Bangladesh still faces significant economic challenges. Timor-Leste's experiences limited resources and political instability that affect its economy. Cambodia struggles with poverty despite some economic progress. Ubzekistan faces economic distress. And Syria is seriously affected by their ongoing conflict.

Ukraine is the poorest country in Europe. The reasons causing this are war and conflict, economic disruption, infrastructure damage, financial fragility, human capital loss, and more robust economic reforms. Moldova gained independence from the Soviet Union in 1991, but experienced an economic collapse from doing so. The transition to a market economy was difficult, leading to a high level of poverty. A significant portion of Moldova relies on agriculture;  however, the agricultural sector is not very productive due to small farm sizes, lack of modern technology, and limited investment. This limits Moldova's market access and adversely affects its economy. Corruption is a major issue in Moldova. This stifles major business development and economic growth. Many Moldovians seek employment abroad to seek remittances, but in the long run, they do not increase economic growth. Albania has a low GDP. In 2023 it was around $8,575, which is significantly lower than the European Union average of $35,948. In addition, Albania suffers from high unemployment, corruption, a limited industrial base, infrastructional challenges, and debt levels. North Macedonia has a relatively low GDP per capita. It also suffers from high unemployment, political instability, and a limited industrial base. Bosnia and Herzegovina has struggled with political instability and ethnic tensions since the end of the Bosnian War in the end of the 1990s. High unemployment and corruption further hinder economic growth. Belarus faces economic challenges due to its reliance on state-controlled industries and limited economic controls, as well as facing international sanctions that impact its economy. Serbia has a low GDP per capita and has high unemployment and political instability. The country is still working to recover from the economic impact of the Yugoslav Wars in the 1990s. Montenegro tries to abate high public debt and limit industrial diversification. Bulgaria has a low GDP per capita and also faces corruption, high unemployment, as well as a limited industrial base. Romania still battles corruption, high unemployment, as well as a limited industrial base. It's easier to type these words and phrases than it is to solve all the problems they represent.

Haiti is considered the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere.
In 2023, its GDP per capita was around $1,963. About 36.6% of its population lived on less than $2.15 per day. Causes of this horror include political instability, corruption, natural disasters, lack of infrastructure, colonization and slavery and foreign intervention, dependence on international aid, and unemployment. Cuba is poor due to the following:  The USA's 1961 embargo;  loss of Soviet support in the early 1990s;  tourism decline;  reductions of oil from Venezuela and other sources;  migration;  and corruption. In the USA, Mississippi has the highest poverty rate in the country with 19.58% of its population living under the poverty line. Louisiana has a poverty rate of 18.5%. New Mexico has a poverty rate of 18.55%. West Virginia has a poverty rate of 17.10%. And Kentucky has a poverty rate of 16.61%. The Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota has long been among the lowest income areas in the USA. The town of Comerio, Puerto Rico has one of the lowest median household incomes in  the USA. In Canada, the poorest towns include Sept-iles, Quebec, which has a low median household income. Becancour, Quebec also has a low median household income. And Quesnel, British Columbia has a sizable number of low-income residents. The following towns in Australia share the problems of low income levels, high unemployment, and limited access to essential services:  Kowanyama, Queensland, which suffers from geographic isolation, limited employment opportunities, and insufficient access to healthcare and education facilities;  Mungallala, Mungallala South, Redford, and Tyrconnel, Queensland whose suburbs have some of the lowest income levels in the country;  and Newcastle, New South Wales has the 2308 postcode that has one of the lowest average taxable incomes. These areas suffer from their geographic locations, educational disadvantages, health issues, and societal inequities.



Chapter 23

"You and I have traveled the world," said Anh.

"And the world's media has trailed us all the way," said Charlie.

In addition to the world's media following Anh and Charlie around the world, They also had invited the two to come to their headquarters to be interviewed live. Despite their pressured itinerary, Anh and Charlie were able to accept many of their invitations. And Anh and Charlie were not the only speakers. The more who fervently hoped the world would change, the more other people around the world wanted to do the same, and did. One's best bet was that the vast majority of Citizens of Earth not only agreed with all the tenets that would be voted on, but also millions, if not billions, would be eager to vote for and promote CITIZENS FOR WORLD PEACE, thus bringing the vast majorities on Earth together for the first time.

Charlie said, "If you don't have a moral compass, or if you do, but don't know north from south, go to your heart and soul. Those are where you can feel what's right or wrong. I predict the world will feel what's right.

When the world vote was taken, 68% of all voters were for CITIZENS FOR WORLD PEACE. When Anh and Charlie heard the news, they gave each other a heart-warming hug and kiss, as well as billions of others did, too.

It was the greatest day in history.

Things are great,
Things are fine,
Hold me closer,
And you’ll be mine.
I won’t let go.
I want to be with you
In the rain or snow,
Or cloudy sky,
Gloomy day
Or starless night.
I love you
To the moon and back.
And our love will never lack,
Heart and soul forever because,
Everything is great,
Everything is fine
Hold me closer,
And you’ll be mine.

-Kada Iles

Some days are flat
Plain with no ride
With nothing to write
And no time to see a sight
But without those days that are flat
We wouldn’t know the days with a ride
The days with something to write
And the days when there is time to see a sight
For we can’t know the good without the bad
And the happy without the sad

-Kada Iles

Then is not now.
Here is not there.
Now is not forever.
Forever never ends.

-Kada Iles

. Billy Graham blessed the bombs,

            Missals for the Missiles.

       Far better they were a Miss,

              Rather than Hit-iles!