I know some may misjudge me by the style of poetry I write. Every day I deal with life and death, to the point where I want to cry. I escape from this reality by trying to give to others the laughter that towards some I can never give. Life is a precious thing that more often than not, most take for granted. I write this poem from my serious side, with hopes that just one stanza may change someone’s life.

As a blue moon floods the valley
And emerald mists kiss the ocean’s shore
I turn my thoughts beyond the skies
And once again ask God for more
My requests of him are not for me
But others I meet on my life’s road
I ask for them who suffer while dieing
Within his arms he might comfort and hold
Though my profession offers many a tool
To cure disease in blood and bone
The outcome is never mine to grant
Only Gods and his alone
I ask more for those of vindictive hearts
To seek the truth before they speak
And realize that breath’s of anger
Gives others visions that they’re weak
More I ask for those in love
To be patient with those they care
Instill understanding on the tree of life
It takes time for fruit to bear
For them whose partners have gone ahead
Deny them the feeling of being left behind
Let them see that in the end
All will gather in a place more kind
To the little ones with stomach’s growl
May others share a morsel for them to feed
Strike down those with molesting hearts
And those who defile their minds with lustful greed
For the homeless I ask for shelter
From the rich I ask they share
Give back some that life has given
So the poor knows that someone cares
More I ask for them in need
When devastation comes with storm
Hold their spirits on levels high
Give them dwellings safe and warm
I guess that’s all I’ll ask tonight
For I’m tired and truly worn
Please let these things I ask of you
Be delivered with the coming morn...