What I’d do if I could see you now:
I’d scream, I’d laugh,
Never let you say goodbye,
Hug you, kiss you,
Jump for ******* joy,
Give you every second,
Each minute of my time,
Losing you was like cutting
The connection to my spine
I’d give all I have in the way of fighting,
Give all the energy contained in lightning,
I’d give up my writing,
****, I’d even give up my arms,
And find a different way to hug you,
If I could just see you now.

I wonder what spins around that star
That one up there, the one up far
Part of the glories of the universe,
Another golden purse, beautifully diverse,
Does its gravity warmly embrace
An intelligent race or just empty rocks in space?
Or is it there for us to admire,
Another signal fire, the blackness perspires,
Like a woman who can’t have kids,
But showers loving fits on her friends’ misfits,
However, I hope, she is a mother,
To sons and daughters, sisters and brothers,
Where beings love and live and lie,
Things cry and fly and hope never dies,
I hope they gaze at night at our own mother,
And their hearts flutter, and wonder, like we wonder

I am unreal, I am supreme,
I am my thoughts, I am my dreams,
I am my life, I am the sky,
I am my reason, I am my why,
I am everything that I have seen,
I have the life of a teenage dream,

I am here, I am alive,
I am the ace, I’ll win the prize,
I am my mind, I own this time,
I am anything I can design,
I am this life, I am this dream,
I am FREE:
Like smoke and steam

I am smart; but I am naïve
There no person, I don’t want to believe,
I hope all day, everyone, can be helped
But I am hit everyday, by the cynical belt,
I am weakened, I am knocked down,
But I am strong; and I am proud,
I won’t give up on good,
I am aware that anger is noisy, sawing, wood,
It is bleating, hard to ignore,
But good is tingling right from your core,

I am unwise, but I am fine,
I don’t share the thoughts of the man Einstein,
I am not saying that life isn’t hard,
We all get smoked and I am charred,
I can see signs every day,
Telling us to hide, to run away,
I have seen people who are bad,
But cynicism is a rotten fad,
Life is good but not ideal,
It is wasted if we do not feel,
I love people, I love my art,
I love my lungs, I love my heart,
I love my brain, I love my mind,
I love to feel, I love my spine,                        
I love craters in the fertile Earth,
I love cities raised from the dirt,
I wish it all was saved like film scenes,
And the one thing to last,
Was the breaths I breathe.

A hitchhiker on an ended road,
Trees and mountains fall and fold,
Rivers, streams and sky are sold
Everything once young; must turn old

It is not sweet, it is not happy
There are tears, there are many.
From the road I wish to carry
Many things, but I can’t bring any,

Everything from here is out of sight,
It may be black or blinding light,
It might be weak, it might be might,
Or just a break, or the end

All the people I didn’t love enough,
Have vanished now in a puff,
When I need them more than blood and guts,
They I cannot see or hope to touch