Surgery requires a very exacting skill
Not done in a state of mind that could kill

Boredom brings a doctor into a trance
When a man’s life is seeking a chance

A cut is to be made with a steady hand
Not by a doctor humming a tune in dreamland

The real cost of a doctors state of mind
Is something that we will never find

Queria viver In the world That my Father made For us to live In it feeling blessed Every single day AIso, we are happy That our Father Made the beautiful world With his holy hands For us to live in it And after our Father Made us With his holy hands He had placed us In his world We don't live alone In my Father's world We have friends That is also living in My Father's world AIso, he made the four season's For us to live in it Now we are living In the Winter This is the season we just Hate the most We are not happy That we must live through the Winter We don't like the Winter At all The tem

I ask her to hand me the small vial
containing some of his ashes.
I gently place it on the table between us.

Our dogs, always curious, wet noses all about,
sniff at the small item just placed there,
but leave it unmolested, as if they know.

“I was thinking he might enjoy another sunset with us.”

“He’s at peace now don’t you think?”, she suggests.

"I do, but I thought he might appreciate a little more."

Are you sure you’re ready
Cause no one shows up
When things get heavy

I would love you
Even if you had
A gun pointed at me

I bet even silence is
Frantically eating
Popcorn just to see
What happens next

I know you were in pain
Now you're doing great
Well, there’s a cold war
Within my brain

Don’t you apologize
Even if that is what
The experts advise

They haven’t seen
What it takes for me
To walk away

I don’t blame them
Hell, I wish I
Could fast-forward
To see for myself

Beneath himself
He drags his shadow
Sun on his back
Where the blisters grow

Screams of silence
Tear his worn out throat
Mirage waters
Will not let him float

The blur of sweat
In his red rimmed eyes
The sand and dust
That he so despised

Dragged by the ankles
Through burning sands
His fingers clawing
Those unseen hands

Siren voices
Are calling to him
God of the sun
Priest absolves his sin

You get what you give
If you give respect respect to others
You will get respect
If you mistreat you friends
You are going to lose them
And you will end up alone
And isolated
From the outside world
If you make a promise to
Your friends you should keep it
If you break the promise
You will be letting your
Friends down

A Meditation!

Slowly I speak in the
language of Sanskrit.
Words that are virtually
lost to our knowledge.

Like yoga,
its meaning to unite
our brotherhood.
Blessing with peaceful respite!

No one is ever
fully aware of,
the challenges and tragedy
that we share.

When you look
to the rainbows end!
You will see suffering
intertwined with destiny!

No one can stop it
from establishing its presence there.
You cannot get away
from a scuff or a blemish!

Father I am always
Praying for you
Every single night
I never miss a night
That I just don't pray
For you my Father
And in my prayer
I ask you to remove
The stress
That I am having
Every single day
Father I just have a hard time
Coping with my stress
Father
Can you teach me
How to cope with my stress
Because I would love
To be able to cope
With my stress
 

Somewhere between
the streetlamp hush
and the neighbor's candlelight,
the fog rests patiently.

The clock strikes midnight
as I watch the haze
dance in the moonlight.

Opening the window,
I close my eyes
and breathe in the mist
reminding myself to
just be

Somewhere, a kettle hums
I open my heavy eyes
as the sun peeks over the flowers
on my windowsill

Mournfully,
I remember the fog
in all of its beauty

To create is a gift you see,
something you live and breath.
Travelled a long, long way
just to find words to say.

I've never imagined that
life would fall at my feet.
Angels are guiding me
for reasons unknown to me.

My hope it is just to be
all that I want to be.
Play my guitar and sing
songs of remembering.

Maybe in the end I'll see
justice will come to me.
That's how things usually work
with all of life's perceived tragedy.