ALWAYS BE CAREFUL IN HOSPITAL                                                
They hooked up nitro
To my arm
At first it caused me
No alarm

So I dozed off
And had a nap
When I woke up
I felt like crap

I looked around
But saw no hand
I wracked my brain
To understand

Then asked the nurse
How this could be
She said Dear Sir
I am sorry

But while you slept
A catastrophe
We still don’t know
The full story

But that nitro drip
That we had loaded
Ran down your arm
And then exploded

But you must have
Some lucky charm
You could have lost
Your ******* arm
BOEMS BY JA 279      
Written in hospital 2014

THE COLLECTOR                                                                                                  
Hello!  My name is Azrael

I wield no sword, I swing no scythe
I bring no death, I take no life

My only purpose, collecting souls, and to them guide
To their rightful place, where they will then reside

I come to do a task, that still
Confronts you all and always will

There is no reason, why I come
No great plan, no rule of thumb

I just appear and do my deed
There is no list, from which I read

No names are called, no judgement made
No restrictions placed, no homage paid

It makes no difference, young or old
Sick or healthy, shy or bold

I dispense no blame or fright
I walk among you, day or night

My sweep is wide, my path is straight
I do not hide, or lay in wait

In the end, I take you all
And over each, I spread my pall

I wear no hood, nor wield a scythe
I guide your end, to your new life

I from your body, take your soul
But, I do not, your sins annul

Some with ease, take this extraction
While others have, a pained reaction

I assist you only, to a certain place
That good or bad, you then must face

My work is done, once you are there
It’s not for me, to judge or care

I follow the course, in life you laid
That now in death, your journey’s made
BOEMS BY JA 289          
Written in hospital 2014

MY QUIETUS                                                  
Having long ago gone past
The equinox, of my being
Now, it’s only atrophy
In myself I’m seeing

Yet, I grudgingly march on
To the solstice in my life
A meeting with that grim
And hooded thing, with scythe

But, this journey to my destiny
At the end of perdition’s road
Is made, not with heavy heart
But with joy, from easing of the load
BOEMS BY JA 286          
Written in hospital 2014

OPERATIONAL EPIPHANY                            
For a time
I was alone
And I was frozen
To the bone

But then an angel
Spread its wings
Gave me warmth
And all my things

The angel said
Just hold on
We’ll find out
What went wrong

So I waited
Patiently
While it hovered
Over me

Then, a blinding light
Came right at me
I could not look
I could not see

But from the light
A voice came forth
Hello, it said
I’m Doctor North

I’ll be your surgeon
On this day
How would you
Like to pay

We take Visa, MasterCard
Cash or American Express
But, if you have neither one
Then…. may God bless
BOEMS BY JA 269        
Written in hospital 2014

FIXED                                                                        
T’was not the winter
Of my discontent
But rather one
Of wonderment

They stopped my heartbeat
So I was dead
But then replaced it
With a new beat instead

My life was saved
And now extended
My heart was broke
But now is mended
BOEMS BY JA 294          copyright 02-04-2014
Written in hospital 2014
                                                     THE OPERATION AND REHAB
                                                      WERE A GREAT SUCCESS
                                                     THANKS FOR READING
                                                      AND MAY GOD BLESS
                                                      The end

Without caring
I’m absent emotion
Without passion
I’d have no devotion

Without comprehension
My knowledge won’t grow
Without learning
What would I know

Without a conscience
Would wrong or right be
Without this essence
Is it still me

Without love
My soul would die
Without a soul
Then what am I

Without a purpose
Why persist
Without persistence
Why exist

Without death
I’d live eternally
But without ever
I would never be
BOEMS BY JA 471

In life or in love
With friends or with kin
It’s never, what you take out
It’s always, what you put in
WIZDUMBs BY JA 504

Each day, I’m deep in contemplation
What is this life, to be made of

I don’t know any answers
So, seek guidance from above

Reflect on this creation
And marvel at its trove

The universe and its formation
And how, it interwove

So I make, this simple dedication
Send it winging, on a dove

Accede not to temptation
Hope my soul is my salvation
And put my faith, in His pure love
BOEMS BY JA 554

Living inside each of us                                                
Is a greater poet, than are we                                        
In our minds, with such visions                                        
We cannot educe, for our eyes to see                                    

In our heads, their grandiose thoughts                                  
Are those, we could never speak                                            
Wondrous dreams with miraculous ideals                                
Which mere mortals, would never seek                                        

Such passion and emotions                                                
That our hearts, dare never feel                                              
And so remain, unexpressed, imagined                                      
Or, could they all be real
BOEMS BY JA 571

When the world is overwhelming                                            
You’re perplexed and can’t decide                                          
Look deep within yourself                                            
Let your heart, be your guide
                                                           ­                                                                 ­        

For the guidance that you seek                                                  
As you will surely find                                                             ­           
Exists within your heart                                                            ­
And not within your mind                                                             ­       
WIZDUMBs BY JA 695