I can't change the things I've done, So Far from perfect. Actions I've taken only fills me with regret. Knowing that the past can be rewoned. I refuse to fall or to let my self drown. With this in mind. I'll strive to Change my life in hopes that a better me I I can find. I can't hate the person I once was. Nor will I ever love my self with out letting go. So I make a choice to be a better me . Putting the past a part of history. I can't change the things I've done. BUT I CAN CHANGE THE PERSON I WLL SOON BECOME.
I will be waiting for you, even when all ages gathered and gone, even when time tarries not. When moment flies in race. When seasons run and all are lost in pursuing, i will surley wait for you. Even if it takes the rest of my days. Even if it takes the rest of my life. I will wait for you. No matter how long, as long as u be mine, even when no attention is given, when all at self-will lost. I will wait for you, i will wait for you, i wll wait for you. This i promise you. I will wait for you.
How do you spread peace across Earth? First, start with your heart. It matters not where or how you begin. Love is in everyone's heart. Your heart has infinite seeds of love in it, as do the hearts of every other human being on Earth. Toss these seeds of love everywhere. It is amazing, miraculous where they may land, and wherever they may land, they wll sprout. Those with megawealth, those who control global corporations, those who compesate their unconscious lack of self-esteem, because they were not loved enough, if at all, as they were growing up, beome not the bestowers of kindness and caring and magnanimity, but are twisted into despots and tyrants and dictators. Throughout their entire lifetimes, they know no love. Hydrogen bombs and all other weapons they know, because they absorb and pervert worldwide the invaluable recources that could feed the starving, shelter the homeless, heal the sick, educate the unenlightened. Humanity has spent millennia killing each other. Now it is time to take the real power on Earth, Love, and live and love as one. Fling your infinite seeds of love from your hearts everywhere and watch them sweep over all of Earth and watch Peace on Earth bloom forever before your eyes.
Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and a human-rights advocate his entire adult life.
my family has just come in to extreme, monumental good fortune, the likes of which amze the pope himeslrf and lama dolly too.
poor creidt have i thru sad mismanagement of funs, now big banks an capital cfompanies venturees, fail to reply to wll intentioned requestes for baluabel fund.s needed.
however, telegram did jyst arrive, my faimly na me so very very happy. the sum is 100,000,000,000 dollars US with half more in pounds sterling... currency calculator on blink... but we think this much scratch.
plesae be soknid if you will , i send you MY band account informaiton, then when funds come through you share with me? you help us please?
sincerallly, Miss A I r Head
this is based upon actual events.. the young woman was telling a true story, but no one replied. so she and her hansome Manly Cowboy, with whom she had been happily reunited after a very long separation, whereby he too did strike it rich all on his own, returning home with only his devoted horse Randall and a little secret number tucked under his hat.
Oh yeah, he called her from his far off travels and gave her his bank account number to complete the deal, seeing as how he too was one broke bloke.
but that dear sweet loyal readers, it a story for another day... enjoy yours, this one, right now, today!
finding me in the dense corn field is difficult, even if you search all around, i would be working with the peasants, somewhere, far or near or resting under the tree shade sharing their home made food.
finding me in the library is even more remote, some word, acting as an enticement would take me to the deapths, i'll feel free and relieved and be swimming with the words - unaware of time, sharing their aesthetic delights.
finding me in the day time, would be such a tricky affair, i eat, the clear light, drink freedom for delight, and slowly get levitating and fly above all like a storm petrel, in ethereal form above distant clouds.
finding me in water would never be possible, at the edge of the lake i sit, my face reflects in the water plane, and my eyes dive and swim, with fish of every size. i wll be a fish like the time of my origin: fish that swam from dad's ****, to mom's womb.
Find me with in you, if you remember my smile, my words, my deeds,thunder and rain, my quirky eye, my heart's deepest desire, search your consciousness deep, i am there. o
I wonder if the dot above the "i" gets lonely as it sits above each i, all by itself. I mean look at how many times I have created a lonely i in the last four lines!
What if we never used the letter i, so then if it wasn't used there would be no dot in existence to be lonely? I shall start now.
Ths wll be dffcult, I can already tell. What f nstead, I used captal I's to replace all the lowercase ones? Then there would be no lonely dots!
I shall use bIg I's from here on out! No dot shall every be lonely on my watch! But now, the questIon remaIns... what about punctuatIon?
THE PAIN THAT IS HEAVY ON MY HEART IS THE PAIN OF A LOST SOUL WITH EVERY INCH RIP FROM ONE END TO ANTHER. THE FEELING OF THIS PAIN WITH TEARS OF SADNESS THAT NO WORDS COULD EVEN WXPAINED. MY WORRIES AND MY GIVING OF LOVE THAT I HAD AND STILL HAVE FOR YO IS BROKEN TO PEACES THAT IS SHOULD NOT HAVE TO TRY TO PUT BACK HLE AGAIN. THEREE ARE SO MANY THINGS THAT WAS TO STILL BE DONE MANY HOURS OFB TIMES THAT WE SHOULD BE RUNNING. THE WHEELS OFF THIS ROAD THAT U NOW HAAVE PASSED WITH OUT ME ARE BLOCKED BECAUSE YOU LEFT ME TO FAST AND TO SOON. THERE I FIND MY SELF FRONT OF THE WINDOW WITH RAIN DROPS OF SADNESS AND PAIN ASKING WHY? MY GOD WHY? NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO NOW THAT YOUR ARE NO LONGER HEAR MY FRIEND. NOT ABLE TO BREATH BECAUSE YOU STOP BREATHING ON ME. HOLDING IT ALL IN WHERE INJUST WANT TO LET IT ALL OUT AND WAKE UPO FROM THIS NIGHT MARE OF MINE.FOR ME MY FRIEND YOU WHERE THE BEST FRIEND ANY ONE COULD HAVE. YOUR HEART WAS FULL WITH SO MUCH LOVE THAT YOU COULD ALWAYS BSEE THE LOVE THAT YOU GAVE TO THOSE THAT JUST NEEDED A HELPING HAND YOU NEVER SAID NO. THE MADNESS THAT ONCE WAS WITH IN YOU GOT NOVER COME BY BEING MY FRIEND AND LETTING ME IN YOUR LIFE. NOT ONLY YOU SHOWED ME AND HELP ME YOU LET ME HELP YOU AS WLL. I JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW THAT ALL THE TIMES WE HAD FROM DAY ONE WHERE THE BEST TIMES OF MY LIFE THAT I WISH YOU WHERE HEAR FOR MANY MORE... I FIND IT SO HAED TO LET GO OF SOME ONE SO SWEET AND LOVING AND CARING AS YO FOREVERB AND EVER YOU WILL HAVE A BIG PART OF MY HEART I WILL NEVER LET ANY ONE TAKE THAT FROM ME. I FIND IT SO HARD TO BREATH ANY MORE AND NEVER WANTING TO LET U GO. I LOVE U ALWAYS AND FOREVER YOU MY BESTFRIEND BOSS AND SO MUCH MORE MY DEAR LOVE ABEL TOVAR REST WITH ME IN PEACE IN HEAVEN WE SOME DAY SOON WILL MEET.
I'm tired of living I wish I could hibernate My body is wary My mind is wary I wish I had a turn off Or reset button
Wll Life is hard Like concrete bricks Concrete bricks which I need To build my future But somehow When it's halfway The building collapses Try to pick them up again Place them one by one And then Sit down and rethink another plan
I should let go Of my good guy tendencies It gets you nowhere Maybe I should change my ways And be a villain Cause' that black dot Is consuming me Consuming my soul Until my mind, body and spirit Are in a black hole
Dad...can you tell me where is Mom? is it that hard to answer? Yes, I know: she went with Grandpa, and she's with uncle Sam but, why did she leave us so soon? wll you ever stop crying every night? am I not grown up enough to know the truth? Did she love me? do you love me, dad? Grandma told me, she loved me with all her heart, that you and grampa too and that you all have all your fate in me, but your face seems to be so sad I know you hide it behind your smile.
Dad...why your nightmares never stop? are you still dreaming about the War? last night you were calling Mom out loud, I'm sad for you, what can I do for you? aren't you happy for me? next year I'll become a man. I'm 13 now!!! Am I not good enough to stop your war against the world.
Dad...did you and Mom did that for me? did she choose, or was it you? I'm the only one to blame my birth just became disgrace.
Her life for mine, Your happiness for mine, would you be happier if you were with her instead of me? do you feel that I take her away from you?
Dad, please tell me, are you proud of me?
please don't make me cry can you sing me a song? will you forgive me? you think she's sad for us? I don't beleive in your words, you don't love me... my life is away from light I'm a ghost now, behold what's left of your son... am I not beautiful?
I am the only one that controls this body I am in It is I that feeds my spirit and my mind within I am am a canvas being worked on day in and day out, waiting to see what is created. I am getting closer to myself the more that I listen to voice in me I challenge myself to do whats best for the me in me I could have been anyone else but somehow, the miracle of it all is I am Me and always wll be
I think you will find That dating a poet Is no waste of time. An ardent poet will transport you- with flights of fancy he will court you. His catalogue of All your graces wll put fond smiles on knowing faces. And, if you are Not so inclined, Who better to forlornly pine? A poet on a string Who’ll send you verse? You might do better- But you could do worse.
A tongue in cheek rejoinder to the poem of the day
Have you ever felt so numb that it hurts? So empty that your hollow , like a tree that has only ever been cut down A life so tramatic it loses its appeal So lost and out of options So lost and out of range Ii seem to have lost my will to live can someone help me find it? Maybe its behind the mask ive been wearing for so long That mask that I use to hide my pain Pain hidden away with practice Scream the pain away Scream from the top of your lungs . but no one wll hear You cant see yourself being anything you want to be No all you can see is your own misery You get lost In your own senselessness Sit there quietly, don’t make a sound The only thing you can hear is the sound of your own inadvertent loneliness You cant do anything but sit there and get lost in your own worthlessness Until blissful death
when you lose a loved one. time will be your friend it will heal your sorrow bring it to an end take away the pain that your going through as the time goes by will heal the heart in you
the memories you have will for ever stay always there with you each and every day your loved one will be there watching over you from heaven up above in the sky so blue
it wll take a while for your heart to mend time is there for you time will be your friend take it day by day till all the pain has gone time is there for you. help your sorrow to move on.
I live in hell The underworld Because I once fell I didn't take it well
Bitterness is what everyone sees Some say my heart may as wll freeze All day I can hear these desperate pleas And sharp words, meant to do more than just tease
Why, I never realised The solitude And loneliness I despised Helped me staying disguised
That's why My words drip venom And cut like a knve The burn like lemon In a wound to thrive
That's why I inflict pain Although I gain nothing Except disdain So I try to keep on laughing
That's why I never complained It wouldn't make sense I am left restrained I'll never stop being tense
A crisp night Illuminated with the oncoming excitement A jolly season all in all Creates an ignorance great enough to fill the world with joy And create shadows on the truth To mask any horrid feelings For -anyone that may be feeling down Wll be excluded from all the glory- And so nobody hears it And they all ignore the drops- Of crystals into the sky As the moon sobs high above Only able to watch everything unfold While everyone is cheery And shouting in happiness They forget the oncoming troubles That will create a massacre great enough to shroud all hope Of a Merry Christmas
Is there rehab for a workaholic? I think of it and frolic, forcing little thoughts of my feeble mind to flip and *****. I wish that I could cherish little moments before they're gone And have the verbal verbosity of a love song Long lost in these words ; fire to my c4 Sunset to the sea shore That's my work to me but I see Love through a peephole Tenacity is feeble and my patience is unfaithful I think my money tree must be my rehab Yea, I can sleep when I'm dead In my head I can hear Voices asking me for bread Fantasizing bout my death and how I lived along instead Where's the money, gimme that Cash, credit, bonds and stacks Cash, credit, bonds and stacks wll take away a ***** life. Workaholic
Inspiration its a wrido, it appears in the middle of the night, you see it in the eyes of a stranger, in an old man hand, in the middle of ***, in the wake up of a hangover night, in the pooping time, inspiration its a wird Little man that enters when noone asks, and when you call for him he will never arrived Like a butterfly if you try to reach it it wll be more hard, like a cat if you want to play with it you never know if it wll play or it Will attack. inspiration is this little strange man that comes and go, inspiriation is such a free man.
Contradictions of life how they exist today At home the garden flowers bloom the same way In another place two as if country heads Another game of monopoly how they play
Both not all that brighter than the others gloom At home peace of mind seems running out of room Common sense it needs a brand new as if broom While two play “I'm king Of The Castle “ sun and moon
Totally confused the normal live each new day Doing things as always the same old way Politics crazy the religious waste time and pray Like as if the one they call Jesus comes yells HEY
Every day at home its trying to make ends While these two debate I dance better than you The world I myself feel better without them true While all religion plays the same song right through
The earth has been wiped clean five times before And here are these two trying to open yet another door Common sense I don't know which one has more At home the normal peace of mind adore
So simple it would be the entire world all as one But greed and wealth and stupidity lives moon and sun Not a soul upon earth was not born and wll die when done And all they destroy and as if collect they take none
So here at home the meek they live each day Wishing religious political madness would just go away The contradictions of life all their games play At home just another beautiful thus far Monday
Duvidas I have it about my Friends father Because I don’t know If they are honest When they talk with me Because I don’t know If they will tell me the truth Or they will make it up There history I think they will be Fabricating lies When they will Talk with me Duvidas I have about my friends If they will have faith For you my father Duvidas I have about my friends If they will be Hurting my father By promising my father Things that they can’t keep That wll only make my father Upset And my father Will punish then Also I know that My friends had sin To my father And that is the first time That they done it And my friends have The right to cry
everyone has love that is there to give all around the world helps the world to live each and every country each and every race in each and every heart love it has a place
when love comes to you your heart wll let you know each and everyday the stronger it will grow it will last a lifetime long as you may live there for evermore free for you to give
Cool as grace and common as an *** in love with wisdom and loved by love--- Therefore in sorrow and joy, yeh, We marry and rejoice--- Continuing to love his children, sunrise and purity, We love and thrill to the aliens, Acting like lions from the sky--- In the fifty-foot hole of the woman, A pale witness in paste--- She’s happy now, compassionately She grovels by nightmare’s light--- There are cool nephilim and graceful moonlight--- Gratefully Nihilists are pure as titittes, she slammed into me one night exploding into gamma light--- Save her tittties, that wll stop the prima donna who can hear the echoing shelling--- That self-portrait of Jesus hangs in the Louvre In Abu Dhabi no one knows it--- He walks forty miles to stand face-to-face with himself---- Cool as a nephilim, She has brown eyes too---
no there is no need from one ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, how wll you fck with them ..................................you humans most off you ................................. you humans ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,the hell you made it this farr
