I have cancer, but that's not what I want to talk about.
Nor do I want to talk about the cold bouncing in
  from the sliding glass door of the lobby. (The lst
   floor lights give off deceptive warmth.)

I don't want to talk about hospitals, or illness for
that matter because, truthfully, its become a game
  of things I'd rather not discuss.
   If you have an imagination, you get it.

I don't want to talk about the thirty day hospital intervals,
or the way my heart turns seeing my mother watch her son
  soldier through. I can be brave and not feel like talking.
   Because why talk when I have you here, next to me, smiling.

There’s a saying that words can hurt, which If you let it cover all over you with worm crawling disgusting dirt. Than yea you can say that but I find this false info, it’s  hard to see through something when you have a ***** window. Same thing with words they can always be turned around people may hit you with the fact that you may think it’s true saying that your ugly, weak, poor, alone, sick, coward, dumb, depress, turn these words inside out and what do get ?

Ugly = Beautiful
Weak = strength
Poor = Rich
Alone = Love
Sick = Heal
Coward = Brave
Dumb = Smart
Depressed = Happy

It’s a choice to have words cover you up but another to find and pull them inside out you are your own mind don’t let others control it.

**By Jacob Cuadro

I give it all to find you
Where it’s the land or the sea
For all the things that you do
No matter how far you are that where I’ll be.

Was I moving too fast ?
Here I stand
Please try to leave it all in the past
Now as I am a broken man.

Walk this street alone
How did we go wrong
Without you I can’t make it on my own
All the time we spend is now all gone.

Remembering the day you set me free
I am always one step behind from falling down
Now I’m on my knees
Through all these crashing sounds.

Starting to blur and fade
Feeling the movement of the floating sea
And hurting inside with my long lasting regrets stabbed by a blade
As I look at the sky reaching my hand out to you begging you to rescue me.

**By Jacob Cuadro

I once lived in a world with amazing fresh air,

To look at what’s going on and to know I can’t help them seem to be not fair.

We once had long green trees,

But they chop down the oxygen that we breathe.

Starting to shrink as I look up and feel so small.

As the cities expanding and building growing tall.

Mother nature cries seeing her children’s taken away and disappear,

Rain pours from the sky by her sadly tears.

Some companies, industry, corporations, resorts lie say they are green,

But always battling by intervene.

But what they all have in common is they like the taste of honey,

Greedy nothing in the mind but the money.

Trees saved provide food, energy, water, teach us the seasons and actually are made from green papers that most people adore,

A plant that the most unique symbol of life in a beautiful world that human mistakenly ignores.

Before you destroy something listen and hear them speak,

Feel the air as their leaves floating around you with brushing kissing on your cheeks.

Is it really worth killing for an extra space for the earth to carry more weight,

Why suffocate the dust the pollution mankind created never realizing that there making a big mistake.

If it was me I rather live in a forest and lay on the soft dirt where nature collect soil and feel the seeds grow,

And watch the leaves at night shine as they glow.

To sleep on top of the branch as the leaves sing me a song,

As all birds, animals, insect, every creature gathering to share the world by the trees stems holding us together being a friend to welcome me home is place where I belong.

**By Jacob Cuadro