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 A "Perfect Storm" of disaster is hitting the U.S.A. I sit long hours literarily cheering some and battling others. A monstrous Oil Spill threatens vital WildLife Breeding Areas. My natal hometown of Nashville Tennessee has had a flood that soaked the Grand Old Opera. An incompetent would-be-bomber tried to kill Saturday Night Theatre Goers in NYCs Times Square. In my current state, fear mongers are trying to blame a drug war on the hard woking Mexican People that have been allowed to work here for years.

I should be HORRIFIED. Why am I not? EVERY DARK CLOUD it is said HAS A SILVER  LINING. Consciousness, Care, Love of HUMANITY, RENEWED ACTiVISM and interest in the Environment is what these wake up calls reap. 

My lifes work in Poetry, spanning 1956 until today. It is a searchable document and titles are hyper text linked to facilitate clicking from titles in table of contents to individual Poems.

I envision a group of People. These are active high-minded people. They fulfill the Prophecy of Native Americans: When  the  Earth is stricken and the Animals are dying, a group of People of all Races will assemble to Heal the Earth. They will be called the Warriors of The Rainbow. I am a Speaker and a Poet. I send a voice through ages and it says: Come and join me in the last days of the Kali Yuga, the Zero Point, the time of Prophecies and let us share our visions of HOW we heal the Earth. We have been here before. Manitus, Bhodissatvas, Old Souls, Fallen Angels, Bards. Pandavas! Jeddi Knights, Join me I am but a voice, You are strong arms, Eyes, Hands Legs Feet of a New Colossus that will sweep away the broken Idols and tumbled temples of greed, dominance, and selfishness. The Native Americans called one like me Iagoo, the Boaster. I boast of the Heroes that change Ages. You may have forgotten that this is who you are, I praise you for even suspecting that you are one. Sisters! Brothers! I know you can hear me for I feel you. Doubt your doubt! You know you are great. Read Nelson Mandellas inauguration Speech. Most of all leave the emotional underworld across the Styx where we have dwelt too long. Remember when WE were Star Walkers...The side of the sign going in that drear place said: Abandon all hope you who enter here.