I love you more than life
We sit ignoring all the strife
We hug and kiss and share a laugh
One, maybe two or more than a few
The long days end when we lay in bed
Time stands still
You are my thrill
All I care for and long to keep
Is your warm touch
And blissful sleep

Dreaming of outer space
The beautiful boy
Visited a beautiful place
Immensely vast
He floated through stars
And then at last
He began to fall
Through nebulas and dust
Like a heavy ball
He fell and fell
For what seemed like forever
Then awoke shouting, "never, never!"
He panted and sighed sounds of relief
He knew the pills had worn off
And in disbelief
Laid back on his pillow
And shut his eyes
Like a wilting willow
His pain he disguised
Another handful then
*"Let's try this again"

I have always had a passion for helping people
I’ve always wanted to do something in my life that will benefit others in some way
Even if I help just one person
Even though I am just one person
I’ve wrestled with many career possibilities as I’ve stumbled down the path of uncertainty,
but despite the boulders standing in my way,
I will not be slowed down by them
I will not allow myself to fixate on them or become chained to those stones like Prometheus
In two years, I see myself going off to college and having a growth mindset since it will be a whole new playing field, in fact, it will be a whole new ballgame
In five years, I see myself with a career and a life that I am happy with
I have narrowed down my career choices to psychiatrist and detective
Two very opposite sides of a broad spectrum,
but those are passions of mine and additionally,
I would be helping people on a daily basis
Those that are living or those that are dead
I believe in a spirit world
Ghosts and such
I believe in a “purgatory” as Dante stated
and I believe that souls can linger until they find rest
I want to help everyone
I know there is so much to do and so little time and after all I can’t do it alone
But we all have to start somewhere
Why not here?
Why not start with our final years of high school and go into college with heads held high and willingness to adapt in our hearts
There is nothing more exciting to me than imagining a world in which people are genuine and help each other
What a beauty it would be to be able to give others as much as we can.

You cause my veins to overflow
You help my brain to work and grow
My bloodstream to fill with dopamine
You keep me alert and lean
You help to keep me stable
Like walking on a thick cable
You pump my mood with Seratonin
Without you I feel alone and there's nothing I can do
You help me feel the pain in life
A skinned knee or sharp drawn knife
You make my world continue forward
Without you there's disorder
You make me cry
Without knowing why
You're the reason I feel love
Attraction to the person I think of
You reside in a small portion by my brain
Most people treat you with harsh disdain
But because of you I am me
And there's no one else I'd rather be
Today, tomorrow
In time I borrow
I thank you
Pituitary

Migrants on highways-- hunger and need
In their eyes,
No argument, no system,
Need
Men fought for wage
Work for thirty--
Twenty-five--
Twenty
I’m hungry for work--
The kids see
They can’t run aroun’
They bloated up
--I’ll work--
for a little piece of good wages
Prices up
Great owners
Glad they bring more people in
Wages went down
We’ll have serfs again
*--Blackout Poem Chapter Twenty-One--

The future holds
A story untold
Happy release
A love at least
Deep desire
Inside burns a fire
For a love so rich
To savor a kiss
Two lives forever
Joined through every endeavor
The future unknown
A happiness, grown
In the end it's the same
Through the sun or through rain
I love you now more than ever
We'll always be together
Stay by my side
And I'll never leave you behind
Love me, I pray
My shining ray
Your shimmering eyes
Look deep into mine
You're my start
and end
My love
and friend
A lot is too little
Let's meet in the middle
My emotions soar
Fortissimo, roar
Feelings that never go away
I'll love you tomorrow
And more each day

Have we as humans already forgotten,
That the world is but a stage?
And if it were to crumble down
The people, it would enrage
Yet we wreck the homes of others
Countries, and our brothers
But what about the ones next door?
Or right in our backyards
The birds the trees
The bugs the bees
As they may
We make a way
But lives we still invade
For every tree
One, or three
Save them, I implore