Watch along the horizon line
Past the trees and you will find

Through the skies being installed
Every high and every fall

Cloaked until again recalled
Nature once again redrawn

Clear for all who look to see
Our collective mother’s ECG

Sitting in a waiting room with twenty other men,
All waiting for the good doctor to come; and then,
I notice, we’ve been waiting for half an hour;
Some worried sick, just sitting with no power
To help themselves or others in the room;
Just waiting; and although there’s no more room,
Another one enters. No! Sorry! A pair;
Yes! Most people come with companions who care;
Or, pretend to care, and seek relief here.
They say, “He’s always late. He has nothing to fear!
He is the great doctor!” But why is he late?!
Is he watching? Is he smiling at our fate?
Or, is he sleeping with some pretty goddess?
When are you going to come Mr. Flawless?!
Maybe I’m wrong, maybe I’m right; but if I’m right,
We are all waiting for him to ***, right?!
Forget it. This room makes illusions shatter;
All helpless, no relief; but, does it matter?

Keep listen, attentive all
Be helpful, keep up morale


Odd Fever, you feel a Cough
In your Throat, feeling Sour, Rough


Give defeat, to Pandemic
Keep distance, use tool n trick


Stay   at   home, to quarantine
Be helpful, to soul     refine


We solute, Philanthropist
Staff, Nurses, Doctors on List


Stay at home, Be Patriot
Play with kids, Feel bliss  a lot


Keep us safe, Bless us O' Lord
Keep us safe, Bless us O' Lord

Your heart will always beat,
With or without my love.

But only you could have shown me
Where I can touch it.

The fifth intercostal space,
Beneath your ****** line.

This sacred place under your breast,
The apex of your beautiful heart.

Now when I find my own,
I can only think of you.

I am not one to turn tragedy into poetry.
But may this once,
I will be selfish.
I will turn punches to the gut
into butterflies in my tummy
and I will write
about how ironic it is
that my dad,
giving me this brain
that has its signals crossed,
its white flags
disguised as rally cries,
also gave me this blood.
The one that pumps through my veins
and refuses to move forward,
to let me let go.
That my dad,
who gave me this home,
and who gave me this world
and then turned it into a war zone
gave me a body like a tree,
rooted, etched into by lovers hands
and blood like war -
violent, stubborn, refusing.

You left me in a red hot mess
How i still desire
You
How i still love
You
My darling doctor
My heart bleads for you
As i give it to
You

My mom
When i told her
About you my loving doctor
Called me
Stupid
And said that i am smarter than
That
Crying
Thinking that gifted people
Arent as gifted
As they want you to think
Love you

With out you
My love
With out your words
I am just a ghost
No time
No space
Breaking einstein's law
But i am undead
Now