Blood Calls

So many gifts and so much pain sometimes it seems we've naught to gain for born within this maze of genes comes great insight but also burdens The gift of sensitivity this rare potential for connectivity with a genetic map, each child born must reach out far beyond their skin to transform. Reach out within creation rampant, detached from bloods vehement drumming descant each child must puzzle through the skin of man interweaving their genetics unplanned? Since, life and death must ebb and flow the weak child must pass, the strong must grow, and so.. unprotected sympathy declines some seek strong drugs while others seek their wine. It hurts, oh how it hurts to see to feel, to know, to hush, to be an amputee but sensitive souls can seldom bare raw, bloody life on earth without a care. And so, they come and go lost souls, if not aided by a higher hand's control. We all lose, we lose their divine gift their plight is ours and death comes swift. *Dedicated to Craig Cornish and all the sensitive souls who find life too much and must dull its blows.