"dimas" poems
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
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 5:13 PM UTC
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
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC