God Damn It - I'm Alive!

Intensity spilled my stomach with glee
as I was so dense I laughed, like a child,
and then my wild personality split,
a thousand scattered compositions ran
across the fracture that was stuttered love.

Perhaps, in some distant dream, I would be
whole again, but for now, it's all messed up!
I might have told myself, one time, I was
a master of the human race, alas,
born again - I just flicker constant nerves.

God damn it! I'm alive! Don't say I'm not,
or I will have to scream sweet poetry
right into your fast face, and that won't be
a pleasant experience for me, or
you, as we will spin our spirits; so wide.

And I know I am insane in sections
of reality, but that can't be helped,
because I can only ever be me.
Individuality, who chases
the day, forever, so forgive me, please?