She likes to ask me a question,
When she kneels down in front of me,

Which one of the Beatles would you have been,
Her hands on my zipper,
The button on my jeans set free.

Let me take you down, she winks at me,
Causing I'm going down and she laughs.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Windows open night and day,
Snow melts into waterways,
I breathe fresh air, a rich bouquet,
A time to laugh, my child at play.

Each day a brighter setting sun,
A full moon's promise, Spring's begun,
Dawn is destined, new life has spun,
I sleep well knowing, love has won.

You want honesty. Truth. Tabernacle.

First we dance, hoppa beat.
Then we clap, two times rhythm,
And finally we sing, four levels of harmony.

Love is action, never reflection.
Move those feet.
Sweat, smile, swoon, sing.

Wicked weather, storms all night,
Snow white world, now sun so bright.
Solstice is life's shortest day,
Winter is our chance  to play.

Stare at yourself in the mirror.

Hold your gaze for 60 seconds,
All the time repeating the phrase,
I love you.

Self love is acceptance,
And all of love starts there.

I keep forgetting why I'm mad at people.
****, I hate getting old.

Can we bacon wrap our mentalation,
Poke badgers with a spoon,
Marijane our neighbours,
Do a solid afternoon.

Will you hold hands orange county,
Stare jar jar binks alone.
Will you stay with me forever,
Can we slip into the zone.

Amidst the dawn, where sun-kissed dreams take flight,
First love emerges, tender, pure, and bright.
In youthful hearts, a melody takes hold,
A sonnet's verse, where emotions unfold.

With hesitant steps, we dance the unknown,
A waltz of feelings, beautifully grown.
In every glance, a world anew is spun,
A tale of hearts entwined, two becoming one.

Soft whispers linger in the moonlit air,
As stars bear witness to a love so rare.
The touch of hands, a gentle, sweet caress,
Ignites a flame, a passion to confess.

Oh, first love, like a sonnet finely penned,
In every beat, a timeless love, transcendent.

Autumn leaves descend,
Silent whispers, life transcends,
Death's embrace, a friend

I asked chatgpt to write me a poem about death and to make it happy. Below

In shadows'embrace, a dance unseen,
Where sunsets fade, and stars convene,
A journey's end, a tranquil flight,
Through veils of time, toward gentle night.

No sorrow lingers, only grace,
As whispers echo in death's embrace.
The weary soul finds sweet release,
In realms where joy and sorrows cease.

A tapestry woven, threads unfold,
In realms unknown, a story told.
For in the circle of life's grand scheme,
Death, a serene and joyous dream.

Fight
For peace,

Surrender,
To the confederates within.

Take up arms,
And bravely manifest the truce.

Contradict,
For clarity.

Ask,
So that you may give.

Write,
So that the whole world might read.

Lie,
And demonstrate your honesty.

Die,
In order to be born.

Laugh,
While the sweet and sour tears adorn.

Fear quietly,
Your bravery will soar,

You have one life.
And an infinite number of possibilities.

You be you. Nothing more or less will do.

I love you is now meaningless.

I trust you means everything.

And I do.

Have you lingered long enough,
Lived a life and done some stuff,
Do you fear your last few thoughts
The holy sound of nots and naughts.

Let me set your mind at ease,
There will be no one left to please,
Close your eyes and shepherd home,
Death is but your final poem.

We measure love as we receive it,
A smile, a kiss, something that pleases.

We never tally love as given,
A gift we give with no red ribbon.

I have learned so little in so long,
But when love's shared, it makes us strong.

Sadness in the ink of night,
Memories restless soon take flight,
Night time is my darkest joy,
Time is just  a tic tok ploy.

Dreams that linger, friendships gone,
Carefree days had smiles and song.
I've lived a life that makes me think,
And now I sleep close to the brink.

I will not try harder.
Anymore.

This is me.

I will no longer improve,
Or promise to do better

This is me.

I will not kneel to a god,
Or bow to an idea,
Or cower in the shadow of the ordained.
No. Never.

This is me

I will not beg for love,
Or cry for forgiveness.
Or apologize for my thoughts.

This is me.

I'm the best that I can be.
And I'm ok with that.

This is me

Trauma isn't memories.

It's the inability to turn things into memory.

What hurt's us most.

Lingers.

When you suggested we play hide and seek,
I did not realize you were talking about your emotions.

I don't want to be happy,
It's a selfish pursuit,
I'd rather be helpful,
Like a firm fitting boot.

Stable and caring,
With a sole that endures,
Laced up and ready,
A steadfast that assures.

We fear only death,
All else is this.
One single fear,
And we will obsess.

One shred of advice,
Given to myself,
Overcome fear,
And we conquer all else.

To fall in love once is enough.

Thereafter dreams will come easy,
And you will never again, need to ask why.

It is not original sin you will be punished for.
It's original thought.

Fear not, the end of mortal quest,
Death is but a midterm test,
There is no judgment, no re-frame,
A simple sleep and wake again.

Infinity boils my egg,
But what induces my waxy flexibility,
A catatonia of disbelief
Is the concept of nothing.

There is no such thing as nothing.
Can't be.

So when you say you feel nothing for me
I can't believe you. I won't.

I would plead for pity.
But I will settle for disgust.

I could not survive absolute zero.

THE HIPPOCRATIC OATH: MODERN VERSION

I swear to fulfill, to the best of my ability and judgment, this covenant:

I will respect the hard-won scientific gains of those physicians in whose steps I walk, and gladly share such knowledge as is mine with those who are to follow.

I will apply, for the benefit of the sick, all measures [that] are required, avoiding those twin traps of over-treatment and therapeutic nihilism.

I will remember that there is art to medicine as well as science, and that warmth, sympathy, and understanding may outweigh the surgeon's knife or the chemist's drug.

I will not be ashamed to say "I know not," nor will I fail to call in my colleagues when the skills of another are needed for a patient's recovery.

I will respect the privacy of my patients, for their problems are not disclosed to me that the world may know. Most especially must I tread with care in matters of life and death. If it is given me to save a life, all thanks. But it may also be within my power to take a life; this awesome responsibility must be faced with great humbleness and awareness of my own frailty. Above all, I must not play at God.

I will remember that I do not treat a fever chart, a cancerous growth, but a sick human being, whose illness may affect the person's family and economic stability. My responsibility includes these related problems, if I am to care adequately for the sick.

I will prevent disease whenever I can, for prevention is preferable to cure.

I will remember that I remain a member of society, with special obligations to all my fellow human beings, those sound of mind and body as well as the infirm.

If I do not violate this oath, may I enjoy life and art, respected while I live and remembered with affection thereafter. May I always act so as to preserve the finest traditions of my calling and may I long experience the joy of healing those who seek my help

Do you fear love?
Philophobia.
Anxiety d'amore.
Is it your fear of rejection,
The dark,damp infection
Of self doubt
That swiftly invades
When ultimately,
As we know it always will,
Love fails.

You've been hurt.
Many times.
Can pain teach you lessons anymore.
Love hurts.
Who knew.

You want to dance with me,
Gyrate and percolate,
Clap it up, clairebear, and jigg.

C'mon, my flicka bonnie lass,
Jeg and bustamove,
Chica bonita and stella konstatine,
I love all night, now you.

We can no longer fear death.
We only have our time,
Tis our mission to be kind,
Love them all must be our friend and final breath.

We can no longer hate life.
Yes, sometimes things go wrong,
We knew this sadly all along,
Kindness weathers boldly both  the storm and strife.

Be kind. Say it. Out loud.

My parents gave up on abundance,
A depression cured them all,

We gave up on love,
Kissinger's madness began our fall,

Gen X gave up on friendship,
Dialogue as digits never could enthrall,

Millennials surrendered nostalgia,
When the past became a troll,

Gen Z smirks boldly at the truth,
Everyone a know-it-all.

Alpha's know a virtual world,
Could virtue re-install.

Be kind. Tis the moment to be jolly.
Season's greetings to you all.

Every cut leaves a scar,
Not every wound will heal,
But when we let resentment go,
Our fears will gently kneel.

Hate is mankind's weakest link,
So easy to ferment,
But when we smile, our anger flees,
And ceases to torment.

Our marriage vows,
Said we had to answer honestly,
With a yes or  a no
Only one question each day.
There were no restrictions.

At dawn my eternity asked me
If I had ever killed anyone.
I said yes.

I asked her if she
Wanted anyone killed.
She said yes.

We ate our breakfast silently.

It's you.
I think you said those words first,
And instantly I understood.

It's you.
Unexpectedly.

It's you.
It's us
This We, we feel,
Predates this life.
Survives this life.
It's you.
For eternity.
Forever.

It's you.

First we lie to children,
Santa's happy smile,

Then we condemn them to eternal hell,
How nice to see you Father,

Before we insist that winning is everything,
Run, baby, run.

When is kindness,
Where is compassion,
How did we get stuck here,
Why do we hate,
Who is going to change things,

Do something. Anything.
I say to my mirror.
Before I sit down exhausted,

Sleep makes me tired.

I want to live lavish, forest hill, xbox live.
I want to feel woozy on valentines day and
Logy when I'm in love, a rainbow smile.

I cannot get shiven again, lost and unforgiven,
Beeg kwish and hold my hand,
Tell me things will be ok.
They will. I know they will.

We cannot give up.
We cannot.
It is not the ridiculous, righteous end,
It is the naked dawn.
The beginning.

We are at the edge of a brilliant frost,
A moment of clarity and resurgence.
Be still and listen.

Things are getting better.
Our minds will clear.

Talk out-loud to that person in the mirror.
Tell them courage befriends determination.
We will learn to love again.

A child's lost mitten wrinkled on the ground.
It's winter. A sure sign.

Karla said we should get lost.

Let's go off-trail, she said,
To some distant part of this city,
And we will walk until we wander.

I'd been drinking since dawn,
Not a usual thing,
And yet somehow today
A beer for breakfast,
Seemed like the right thing to do.

Come on, she said,
And pulled me by the arm.
We will edge away from all your demons,
And find a secret place to make out.

Then after, you can buy me a dollar cup of joe,
Karla continued.

We'll chew with our mouths wide open,
Trample down a half dozen donuts each
Then tease-feed the pigeons with samples and dessert.

What if it rains, I asked as I did up my old Nikes.

Then we get wet Karla said and kissed me.

There are people from my past,
Who seem to last and last,
While others touch and go,
Like a footprint in the snow.

Why one becomes a friend
While the others are pretend.
Is an outcome so absurd,
It makes friendship best endured.

Candy canes and caramel cookies, Christmas cards confess,
Pretty paper patterns, pleasing presents to possess,
Charming chatter, church and chamber, chomp a warm cholent,
Rest and read, recharge, reseed, rethink ,reform, repent.

When an atom bomb detonates
First there is white light,
A truly blinding flash of god,
For miles and miles.


Then comes heat.
The center of the sun
Tens of millions of degrees
In all directions.

Then fire.
Everyone is dead, burned alive,
Within
A half mile of the blast
Yes everyone.

Every building burns
Every tree ignites
Everything is cinder crisp.

Then a 500 mile an hour wind
In all directions
Yes 500 mph.

Radiation.

This is where we are.

Do you know those days
When you wake up
With a full bag of damp powdery cement
On your chest.

You struggle,
To get out from underneath,
To wiggle and worm your way out
To get up,
To move,
To run
Screaming,
Hands over your ears
From your own thoughts,
As an evil voice pursues you,
Hunts you
Laughs at you
Belittles you,
Taunts you, teases you, torments you,
With the relentless repetition....
**** yourself
**** yourself
**** yourself,

So you do.

Death isn't a state of being,
Nor a moment of relief,
It's not a next step answer,
Heaven will not sanction grief.

There is a nix and nothing,
After life we fade away
No mix of yin and yang.
Save a breath and do not pray

There is a sign in my neighbourhood  
That says 'Rural Crime Watch".

Personally I like to watch crime in the city.
Much more exciting.

The world is run by middle men,
Buyers, sellers, again  again.
We cannot change or alter course,
A middle man has no remorse.

So what to do when no one cares,
No hope, no joy when yours is theirs.
Middle men make profit king,
Money is not a magic thing.

There are days
When there is no mystery.

Moments when all of life seems used up,
Our collective imagination shop worn and repetitive and dull.

Is it just me?

Things I regret:


I've been lucky.

How do we justify the glee of soldiers killing children.
How ugly every army is.
How grotesque to observe the twisted human mind,
As it celebrates the death of a child with a bullet to the head.
We like  to ****. We enjoy it. We do not care.
We have nothing to add to this universe.
We are a mistake.

Anti-vaxxer nonsense,
The silly,ignorant, dumb.
Selfish fright-filled sheeple,
Beating on the drum.

Science says the rescue,
Is simple, just a poke,
Anti-vax  deniers,
Think your life's a joke

How dare I
With a pirate's pose,
Look deep into your beautiful eyes,
And tell you to kneel.