I am not what i look like
I am not my tattoos
I am not my disabilities
I am not my body
I am more than what you see
I am the light that identifies with infinity
I am a splinter of the Devine as you are
And someday when this body dies
And is laid in the ground
My soul will go out to everything
So there is no need to cry
Ill be with you
Because My spirit never died

Life before death
Love over hate
Kindness before rage
Peace over war
The lives we live
Are the choices we've made

This flesh is temporary
When the boy grows up
To be an old man and dies
His flesh returns to the earth
But the lights that filled his eyes
Returns to the energy

Looking up at the moon
*My god she looks lonely

Feelings shall be heard dear
Passing from heart to head
Whispered gently between souls

Love knew
                           Time may
                                                   heal the void

I could feel the way
As you pushed away
And away away i went

i once had a beautiful lime tree
it grew from the dirt as a little green spurt
and reached to the heavens from its place in the earth
id wind down the trail to the tree that a love
to sit in his shadow and watch as the sky turns colors above
i lean on my friend and he whispers to me
it sounds like the waves on the sea
and when night has fallen i wave to my friend and leave

Over years i wondered far from my tree
though his whispers are always with me
a leaf caught in my hair
like the thought in my mind
i haven't seen him in years

when i come apon the trail that leads from my home to my tree
the green has overgrown it and they whisper to me
i thought my friend was sleeping
but he had gone from his place in the field
what was left was a dead lime tree
One last time
i leaned against my friend and whispered to his leaves
*i have come at last to say goodbye to my lime tree

Its insidious
How it creeps in
****** dreams
There Stealing your children
An entire generation
Crippled and broken

Lost within the fear.
One too many times now.
I can feel my heart slowly,
breaking into a million shattered dreams.
In between irratic palpitations and bursts of nervous energy.
Of course.

I think my soul is ascending to its purest form.
It's both terrifying and beautiful.
Almost like I'm dying and living simultaneously.

Guns and knives are for coward’s pens are for me, you can beat me down to a ****** pulp my bruises and my scars will fade weapon of words is all I need. My breath will lead you to a trail of darkness of the hall way broken lights from your weeping mind and your sinking heart falling to the abyss, a pain of fiery flames way beyond measure of your imagination begging with desperation for a different ending. My words will curse you haunt your dreams for all internally emotions of guilt and sins feed my starvation stomach those who will bow down before me. Like political peoples,  speakers, dictators, and of course presidents  who choose their words wisely with there lies in the air making  fools believe whatever they want them to hear, so who need guns and knives when words are the most powerful weapons in all of mankind.

**By Jacob Cuadro

I have been chasing you
for so long
that I have scraped my knees
on the curb of eternity.