The Generation of You

A high tolerance for pain. Victim of self-inflicted injury and self-convinced lies. Self-judgement, self-disappointment, all aspects of self-disrespect; self-caused anxiety and self-caused stress.

Every man will have his turn-around, each woman her next chance to live. Darkness isn't necessarily a bad thing. Blackness in your heart doesn't make you a lost soul.

Nature isn't perfect, her ways at times are cruel. But as often as the sun is eclipsed by the moon, so must we all get a glimpse of our shadows monsoon.

There once was a fighter in me.
But since then the fighter gave up;
Because you are not worthy
Of this trouble and doubt.
So leave, just leave,
Hang ‘em up.

Like fluid you flow through me.
Starting right from the heart, floating in the brain streams of life-is what I paint for you from the EYE on the inside, diving deeper inside the ocean of love eternal.
Can you feel me swimming through?

Last night I heard your voice, mother,
The words you sang to me
When I, a little barefoot boy,
Knelt down against your knee.

And tears gushed from my heart, mother,
And passed beyond its wall,
But though the fountain reached my throat
The drops refused to fall.

'Tis ten years since you died, mother,
Just ten dark years of pain,
And oh, I only wish that I
Could weep just once again.

I thought today it be easier,
But the pain is there each day.
Like a lost soul I wonder about-
For my half that's gone away.

Just end this pain of mine my love,
And help me to believe-
That you're gone and have moved on-
At last got your reprieve

I wish I was naive my dear-
Forget of every word you've said.
This pain would go away somehow,
And I wouldn't be feeling dead.

You are an artifact, chiseled alabaster,
       I am just molded plaster of Paris,
You remain rich shiny white,
      irrespective of seasonal changes,
I need frequent  involvement of hands
      that know their craft well,
to be seen as an object of art, that barely survives,
    but still brittle, would easily turn to dust.
Men and women are different, inside out
    I was told, I see it myself now and delighted!
Over and over again I ask you to be aware of
      the limitations that tie me down and forgive
but you won't accept, go on with your life quietly
       caring so much to keep my sinking heart buoyant.