I am imperfect
I am easy prey
I march on toward tomorrow
Before I’m done with today
I fight many battles with no shield or sword
I can fall before my foe at the first cruel word
I am capable of dreams and a weaver of lies
I often mistrust what is beheld by my eyes
What I can imagine, I can create
Be it a wonder of life, or a vehicle for hate
I can be alone when engulfed by a crowd
I can heed what is silent or ignore what is loud
I can draw innocent blood or fine art with the stroke of my hand
I’m a warrior poet that is simply a man…
Take time to smell the flowers, taste a snowflake or rain
And always be a leader when it’s time to go against the grain….
Everything Hurts & I'm Dying 
Another award from me for when you wake up, Trey. Brand new, minted by Don Charisma tonight, it’s The Innovative Blogger Award. Fits you to a T.
http://markbialczak.com/2013/12/24/i-add-the-inventive-blogger-award-to-my-trophy-case/
Geez…… I was gonna say “I’m touched” but you’d say “yes, I know” lol! Thx again! I’m not worthy!
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel … You are worthy, Trey.
I love this line: I can heed what is silent or ignore what is loud. That is very profound and deep to me.
Good job.
Peace & Love
We have our moments…. “Shut up! I’m talking! Eat me!” “She was talking to me!”