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It came late in life. Poor no more and  Peace on Earth forever. I spoke with everyone on Earth. They all became my friends. The poor, the crippled, the forgotten, all of them. We had a party, a worldwide party made beautiful  by all the colors of skin. We danced different dances. We ate different foods. We shared different customs. We all prayed together each in her and his own religion. It was a festival of togetherness. We eschewed  weapons from guns to bombs. The air we all breathed was fresh and cleaned, as was the water we drank. It is possible to awaken truth, that all are sacred and divine. Live your life with love.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
It came late in life. Poor no more and Peace on Earth forever. I spoke on Earth with everyone. They all became my friends:  The poor, the crippled, the forgotten, all of them. We had a party, a worldwide party, made beautiful by all the colors of skin. We danced different dances. We ate different foods. We shared different customs. We all prayed, each in her or his different religion. It was a festival of togetherness. All eschewed weapons from all guns and bombs. The air we all breathed was fresh and clean, as was the water we drank. It is possible to awaken truth, that all are sacred and divine.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Have you seen
"THE ELEPHANT MAN"?
It's about you and me.
In varying ways,
both of us
are he and the
kind doctor who
sees him as
a human being.
The freaks are
those rulers,
those dictators,
who treat human beings
like garbage, or worse.
I, for one, feel his heart.
It matters not
what he looks like.
What matters is
that he loves his
real self and you.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
It will get dark soon.
The white, yellow, and pink
houses will turn grey,
then black. The cacophony
of car horns will turn into
the chorus of locusts.
Summer's night will lay
a sheet of tranquility over
a city harassed by exigent
matters that matter not.
Soporific silhouettes will
soften the cityscape,
allowing us to escape
the frazzle of the hot day,
exchanging the frenetic
for the peaceful, the welter
for a sense of the well-being.
The susurrus of the evening
breeze blows the exhaust
of our polluted lives into
a distant day. Children play
in yards back and front as
laughter wafts through
neighborhoods like the sweet
scent of brotherliness, not the
fetid odor of finance and
foreclosures. There is a
sense of closure to this day.
As the sun sets, our eyelids
close, and we pray for the
soft rain for forgiveness,

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
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