The last generation
asked for success.
Our generation
asked to be left alone.
This generation
asks only to mitigate
the pain.

–Ron Gavalik

Your presence is
A present to the universe
Your more beautiful then life itself
How can you go unnoticed
Your existence is
Mans greatest gift
You are the manifestation
Of peace
Love
Prosperity
And healing

I'm bleeding.
I know, I know.
Silly of me to talk about myself.
But I'm bleeding.
Paper towels and trails of blood
won't cover the way I felt.
It's embarrassing...
The blood on the floor.
But you did... hurt me...

Can't  deal
With Silence
Can't deal
With noise
Can't deal
No more

Tried calling  but
No answer
Tried visiting but
No show
Tried crying but
No tears
Tried loving but
No response
Tried living but
No Life
Tried sharing but
No hands
Tried and tried
Until all gone

like pelting hail
till I had bumps
raised as braille
and he danced all over them
using his finger as a pen

He hit me
like a flying dart
pierced the bullseye
I, his mark
on his first throw
had me from the go

He hit me
like a bombing blizzard
billowing white dust
blinding me with every gust
till I was swimming in the soup
and then he flew the coop

He hit me
like quicksand
putty in his hand
as I moved
he would expand
and held me tight
into his chambers
and let me sink
like we were strangers

If you really care
Than collect all my tears
And just walk away

One frigid day
when I was finally feeling warm
on this side of the dreaded Capricorn..
I invoked the paintbrush of manifest
painting the skies blue from east to west…
Taking the hammer of eternal unknowns  
I chipped away the cold winds blown…
Pick axed the frozen bergs distractions
salted my path for better traction..
Let the spring come early this year!