Dimas Hippocrates
Our love is pure
Yet misunderstood
I wish people would see you not
Zombie like
But a beautiful and brilliant physician
That I see
As you call me your hygieia
The Greek goddess
Of health
I cannot help but call you my Hippocrates
Even though that is your name
I await you
And your touch
As you lovingly kiss me
My Hippocrates

Your Hygieia

The middle aged Asian man
He told me
"Mom said it would be cold"

He wished me a good game
As I bought my golf *****

There was the cradle moon
Like Rock-a-by-baby

There were the toddlers
Running around grandma

My eyes have seen
They have seen

There was the man
At the sporting goods store

He was looking to exchange his bag
I asked him where he liked to play
He said, "San Dimas"
I told him I loved it there too

He told me it was good
Talking to me

I told him to take care
He told me, "He'll take it
Anyway he can get it"

There was the man
In the Christian chat room
Eyes filled with such love
I know who he's been
Talking to

And be practical please
Get the things you need

It's not an automatic process
I'm not taking anything for granted

I'm getting ready
For a Third World War
And you should to

Just look at human beings
And the terrible things they can do

My name is Matt
My heart beats true

Nothing to fear
King of Kings will
One day be here