Best Life Support Poems

...fools always rush in
Hands are tools for sin
I navigate the lands of your skin
I peer in your heavenly eyes
And find godliness deep within
Life is meaningless if I can't
Breathe you in like oxygen......

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in the book of John Jesus reveals His divine mission
He makes known His purpose for being was to take on the Great Commission
to make disciples, to give life abundantly, to walk in truth and light
He came not to steal nor to kill like a thief...

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LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEM	








A CURRENT OF ENERGY AS BRIGHT AS THE SUN
CROSS THE WALL OF DEATH THROUGH YOUR EYES
DEEP INSIDE THE RIVER OF LIFE I SEE
YOUR REFLECTION FLOATING MIRROR
YOU WALK AND TALK AND BREATHE
IT IS THE CITY AND THE FOREST ACROSS
YOUR DREAMS THAT SHAPE YOUR TEARS
LIFE...

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She came to me DOA 
A victim of a devastating wreck 
Her angelic face was pale in color 
and her eyes were a beautiful blue 

I applied every ounce of energy within me to resuscitate her 
shouting at times come on don't you quit on...

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Basic life support consists
	A number of life-saving techniques.
	Patients with cardiac arrests,
	Improves the survival rates.
	As you will learn head-tilt,
	Chin-lift and jaw thrust maneuvers;
	Circulation, airway and breathing
	Are very important things as well.

	In case patient is unconscious,
	Check his level of consciousness.
	If there is no pulsation,
	Start chest compressions.
	Every minute...

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The church has given up on me.
Giants of bureaucrats sit on their thrones
Referred to as justice
They have their agendas
Call it by any other name
I call it prejudice.
No family to call my own
Empty mansions
Unoccupied rooms
The halls are empty
My car has no passengers
I live alone,
drive alone
dine alone
die...

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Life Support 


The night is calm and shimmers 
in its moonlight coat. 
I sit and watch the ocean as I 
wrest with dark demons. 

The vision engulfs me; 
I see her sweet innocence 
etched on a pillow of death, 
awash with cruel tubes and all...

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I remember the hospital bed
Cold, unforgiving as it was
With tubes stretching out like an octopus
Holding life ransom or saving it

The room and walls too
Painted white, the color of death
As opposed to the black we all seem to venerate
White slyly snatches the mantle
White walls, white funeral...

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As natural and necessary 
  as breathing
    —I write

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)...

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