“The Establishment” has been tarnished by
Entitlement, abuse of power…
Neglect…
Trauma —
Absence of soul;
Values and beliefs have left a vacuum.
Where we need to return to the Ancient of Days for the true source of power,
Beliefs and
Life —

I've lost your voice.
The world has gone silent.
All I hear are endless
echos bouncing from the walls of my mind.
I only wish to hear it
One last time.

In darkness i search for light,
In light i yearn for darkness.
I solemnly pray for the changing tides.
I unwittingly am blind.

I whisper out to darkness.
“The voice of a succubus”, he responds
I yearn for the light.

I whisper out to light.
“The voice of an angel”, he responds
But i am unwittingly blind.
I yearn for the dark.

In the night i yearn for light,
In the light i search for darkness,
I pray for changing tides.

We see
Only
Through our common
Artifices

The actual stuff out there
Remains .

Lawrence Hall
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Dispatches for the Colonial Office

         A Three-Character-Group Code for Advancing Civilization


                                   Learn. To. Dostoyevsky.

Hot, humid night
Broken air conditioning
Windows open to the
Sounds of southern summer nights
Humid skin, Humid sheets
Too uncomfortable to sleep

But now,
at least,
I can smell the trees

perhaps it isn’t right
but i needed God not in hindsight
nor footprints in the sand
I simply needed your hand

Rami Malek is radioactively brilliant
as the most alienated soul on earth
in the mindblowing first season--
nostalgia for Occupy Wall Street
when the evil overlords
were under the radar
not flying AirForce One--
and hackers were omnipotent rock stars

Look at me then,  
Look at me now,  
A lot has changed,  
I've matured somehow.  

Some things remain,  
Like my love for all,  
Look at me then,  
Look at me now.  

Once depressed, wanting to die,  
Crying each night, searching for why,  
Answers eluded, I wandered in dark,  
Except in God's light, where I found my spark.  

Now happy as a dog, florricking in fields,  
Joyful as can be, my heart freely yields.  
With a smile on my face, I invite you to see,  
You can't miss God's love that shines through me.  

Look at me then,  
Look at me now,  
Younger me would be so proud.

I have only time and dreams. I do not know how much more time I have,
but I do know that the time I shall have is, pardoxically, timeless, as are dreams. I shall use the time I have left to continue to dream--to dream not
about the impossible, but about the inevitable. I shall dream about caring
instead of uncaring, of helping instead of hurting, of loving instead of hating.
I shall dream of a world of peace, a world on which all the billions of human
beings come inexorably to realize their innate worth, their inviolate sacred
spirit, a moment in the not too distant future when all will not only join hands, but also join hearts, a spiritual ecology that will complement a climate ecology.
Instead of self-aggrandizing, we all will be accruing love--of self, and therefore ineluctably, of all other creations on Earth. At this moment, our
world is turned inside out. Our "values" are convuluted, contorted, twisted.
The world is presently contolled by inimical forces that bring torture and
terror to Earth, that think weapons and wars are their their sole prerogative.
But Earth's destiny negates this notion. This is not just my time and dreams, but the time and dreams of all. And sooner than later, the time will be now
and the dreams will be manifest.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks

The lights of the Aurora borealis shining bright and free resemble the shining lightAnd so strong brighter than the sun in the sky all day long We will not stop until we are equal on this earth and change this world for the better and we are worth the same as everyone else there's no need for fear we are the same as anyone else and will make it so no one will ever have to be afraid to be there self of you and me, Our inner lights can never be dimmed or tamed, We are who are and we shine loud and proud and no one can dim out light or silence are voice we fight the fight and will never stop until everything is set right, We are equal on this earth and being out true selves feels like a rebirth, we are united we are strong we will never stop until we right all the wrongs,our inner light shines so strong

theres a cat next door he comes to visit me
same time every day when its time for tea
i think he smells the food that im about to cook
he sits on my sill takes a little look

i fill  a litte bowl fill it with some meat
then he claws the window asking for his treat
he his very clever a lovely chap his he
my little furry friend that lives next door to me

your skin
has a seat in
that chair,
in every universe
you belong

Look at me
Do you see me?
No you don’t
I’m always the heroine
And never the saved

Heavy is the crown
But I still make you laugh
Doing a silly little dance
And all I am is the jester
And never the empress

Hey, look over there
Now you see me
Oh, now you don’t
I’m always serving up a trick
And never, never the truth

Somehow, unbefuddled, it all ties together,
The happy endings get tied, knots well made,
Sleep comes easy, the light dims slowly, finely,
Clarity, everywhere, not for taking, just for asking,
Wanting is off limits, even inconceivable, and the poem.
Why, even the poem finishes itself, and to all a very, Good Night

a grownup lullaby

that's when I knew you're
good for me — I liked myself
more for liking you

You told me you missed me,
but that was a lie,
because the only thing you missed,
was the ability to play with my mind.

boy meets girl.
like rose petals
brushing her cheek,
he whispers a warning:
don't get too close.
i’m not here forever.

as if it’s a choice.

girl says,
i really like you.
face like the sun,
trembling, she offers
a half-open heart.

he says,
i love you too,
like an unexpected hug
before the goodbye.
then he leaves —
just like he promised.
but he forgets
a part of himself
is now hers to keep.

Encased in gold resin,
The world we create
Older than you or I could ever say
It knows better than me of sure pain
Demanding your beauty
Still shadow the shame
When I wrote you –
I wrote you a letter today
I was lost in the infinite stretch of your gaze
And I wonder if it ever entered your air
Ever tasted your tongue, ever tousled your hair
Were they were words you would treasure?
Words you would share?
Like a picture, I'm taken
Because I am still there
Encased in your resin,
In the grip of your glare
It is a moment remembered
And I am still there

❝Isn’t the ending of a lovely story supposed to have all the bad guys die? For example, you, or me…❞
there won’t be anyone left to tell the story.

it's what keeps us alive,
yet it breaks us.

we feel too much,
at the wrong time,
in the wrong way,
for the wrong people.

we suffer for it,
but we make art,
and meaning,
and love.

Everything what goes up must come down. The only thing on this earth that doesn't is your age.

Espantajo,

I kissed you
but my lips knew no remedy
for you, standing cruciform
  in a desert wind.

Espantajo,

wrapped in
  cornhusk feathers,
no sky knows you.

Espantajo,

I could not move you
from your place in the night.
   For you,
all things rise in the west
sleep in the west
make love in the west
and die in the west.
   You married a northern woman
like un espirito muerto
   appearing in a photograph.

Espantajo,

Face away from my house now.
I have blue glass
   bottles sleeping
in the branches all night
   to snare spirits.

Espantajo,

The same old wind
rattles you
   and you call it talking.
Silencio, ****** scarecrow.
If you can't love,
can't move,
can't hold a woman,
   what good are you?