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I hope this works to open humanity's eyes. It's about all I have left. (I know. I keep saying that) I often wonder if no one gets the significance. This is the key point that I think most humans are missing. It's not about the individual being human. It is about the human race being human. That is totally different matter. That is what everything I have studied for a lifetime has been all about. It's not about this guy's quirk or that guy's war. It's been about understanding the underlying cause of all of the havoc that we endure. What drives any human crazy? What drives humanity crazy? We actually say it all the time. We know what it is and, yet, we are not willing to face up to it. Do you see how that drives us off the rails? We finally have gotten to the point that we reference sex but even that is avoiding the real spot. We still avoid what really drives us crazy. It's time to face up to it and do the only thing that will save us. Men need to grow up and realize they have been acting like fools for millennia. It causes all of the havoc. They can learn to love. Just as I mentioned above, it's not about the individual. The male gender needs to know it is so much more than an animal that it can love. The human male just needs to realize it is so much more than an animal that the rules of the animal no longer apply.Then, we are truly free. We are liberated from the animal. The only way that happens is if a few men whose egos are tough enough to dare to learn to love, prove the case, and tell the world about it. All men can learn to love. There will be no room for shyness as we prove we are human. The result, our full humanity as Nature provided, is well worth it.-----…

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A collection of poems on this and that. It's mostly about the heart ...…

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I decided I just had to start a third collection of poems. These poems are often about imagery conveying the meaning rather than the words themselves. The words are often just brushstrokes.They are a bit, errrr, harder to follow on occasion. They sometimes contain possibly overly complex rhyming schemes, than the poems in the other two collections. I'm afraid they might turn some folk off completely so I cozied them up in their own collection. I'll start with a perfect example, "Lagniappe". They won't all be quite so nonsensical. Lagniappe, by the way, is a French (Cajun?) term for a little extra, like a baker's dozen.Well, also, I'll put the longer poems here...not that long. Not like "Gaia".I spend a lot of time roaming in the realms of the mind. If the first two poems don't intimidate you, you should be fine.…

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These are my favorite stanzas from a year-long poem (~50 pages) that I wrote from October 2008 to October 2009. In all ways, it was an extraordinary year ... and a really long poem about seasons and the heart.…

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Call it the exuberance of youth or high hopes. We go forward into life with a will, little sense, and the highest anticipation. We get clobbered from behind without the slightest realization because of the conditioned blindness, so we try to shrug it off. Some of us do, some of us don't, but it takes a toll on all. We're told that is just 'maturing'. We are told that the innocence of youth was just a childish dream. (can you feel me beginning to hyperventilate?) Over and over again, through the millennia, the youth has cried for surcease. "Something is wrong, dammit!" "No, no, child. Life is misery. Just accept that fact." We succumb, once again, to the inertia of history and the past. We are welcomed into the fold of misery with open arms.Humanity is very, very broken. It need not remain that way.Opening passage for soon-to-be-released book, "Human"…

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I just thought I would add this set of poems. It is near and dear to my heart. It is the land that I hope we all inhabit in the near future. It's pronounced Fayderith, by the way.…

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This is a story as well as a poem, a poem that was way too long to put in a collection. Just a whimsical wish...…

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After a thousand poems or so, it is time to turn the page. Still poems but the theme and scenery have changed.…

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Have you ever wondered what is wrong with humanity? Let me explain.…