The date of your death was a day I'll always hate.
If you hadn't died, today you would've turned 78.
When you became ill, you went under the knife.
A surgeon amputated your leg to try to save your life.
He also operated on your stomach and it was enough to cause fear.
You couldn't be saved and it's so sad because you're no longer here.
When you died, it was upsetting because your demise was so unfair.
Happy Birthday, Mom, you're in Heaven and I'm glad you're up there.
[Dedicated to Agnes Greene-Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013]
Joan Rivers -
Her face saw many surgical scissors,
yet a routine endoscopy ended her life
and she hadn’t even gone under the knife.
3.Watercolors.
I could talk about love,
The rainbows she painted at the end of my dark skies,
But I'm colour blind.
And this congenital defect is exactly why I'm the worst.
Kissing her is painful,
From sadness that injects into my lips like lip fillers.
Scars from going under the knife extending both sides of my smile like the joker.
The big picture filters everything else as we then pose side by side.
Disguising the stained armour with a polished glint
Because it matters what she thinks as part of the collective good
Maybe I'm not the hero she deserves, but have deemed myself one she needs right now.
The magic we conjured deceives just like the bible says,
It is a sleight of hand by a villainous clown everybody hates to love.
All along she's been the one.
They do well to accustom you to life
~ the process of going under the knife
Blood, sweat and tears
Through Christ Jesus, we can conquer our fears
Through His death, we can discover a new breath of life
His life was put under the knife
This was to give us new life
Paid in full
So you and I can fulfill our destiny and
Exhibit the magnificent Grace bestowed upon us
Death could not hold him
A new family was born and grows forevermore
He is the cure to our deceitful heart
He did His Part and
He will be praised Forevermore
Paid in full
So you and I can fulfill our destiny and
Exhibit the magnificent Grace bestowed upon us
Paid in fulfil to bring us back to him
Wednesday was your least favorite day and you died on a Wednesday.
After living for sixty-four years, you became sick and you passed away.
The eleventh anniversary of your death is on your least favorite day of the week.
I thought things were fine at first but then I learned that your situation was bleak.
When you went to the hospital, you had to go under the knife.
The surgeon tried his very best but he could not save your life.
He operated on your stomach and your leg had to be amputated.
But you still died and when I found you dead, I was devastated.
When I learned you were terminal, it was hard to understand it.
Rest in Peace, Mom, you were the greatest mother on the planet.
[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away 11 years ago today on March 6, 2013]
Not a danger this is the type of thing you expect from a stranger But close to home is where it hits don’t tell me a place in your heart is where my life sits
Yesterday we both could have became a memory, but all that mattered was you not loosing him instead of me.
Standing there in blood filled rooms with little attention to the injuries our body consumes
Listening to your screams of fright doing my best to try and get you out of sight
I stood there taking each blow
When it would end I did not know
I finally found my way to a phone thank god the other line wasn’t just a dial tone
The external wounds will heal but right now I’m allowed to feel
Stop thinking I just need to forgive and forget because the emotions haven’t even set
I’m going to have to be fixed by going back under the knife. How many more times before he actually takes a life?
I've raised my dog from a pup,
But now he looks so strange.
He'll never be the same,
Ever since he got the mange.
I took him to the vet,
To see what he could do.
He prescribed him some pills,
And medicated shampoo.
But that didn't do the trick,
So took him to the groomer.
She shaved off all his hair,
And found he had a tumor.
Back to the vet I went,
To plead for my poor dogs life.
Scheduled him for surgery,
To be put under the knife.
Thank God the doctor saved him,
But had to remove his leg.
So on top of being bald,
Now a tripod with a peg.
Since you were fixed under the knife
your perfect face renewed your life.
But darling, mine remains the same -
your attitude is pretty lame.
I’d pay a fortune to revoke
your face… except I’m badly broke.
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Breast of roses where her femininity used to be.
A scent of blossoms milled out by mastectomy.
The clippings praise and curse at the same time.
Her petals falling, weeping, assaulted, past prime.
Not fair…not the way she wanted to lose weight.
She ambles, learning to walk with this offsetting gait.
They were ample, with a perfect curvature, round.
She used to complain…now her buddies can’t be found.
With this primeval bouquet she’s not lost her life.
She’s more alive then ever after she’s been under the knife.
She’s a different scent, more vibrant with the love of her life.
He’s learned that what he would truly miss is his wife.
10/19/2022
Traumatized the dramatic impact of my own weary life
Short-wired brain activity need to be put under the knife
How to believe in the entity that now controls my mind
Lost somewhere in between seeing nothing but not yet blind
Too many times injuries have been neatly brushed aside
Too many times no one listening trauma color covered lies
Now facing the probabilities this damage so permanent
Now losing the ability of the meaning of what is meant
So I ponder all these things as nightmares burn my dreams
Thinking that I cannot think yelling out in silent screams
Wanting myself to want to be just that normal girl
Traumatic brain spinning off-balance fall and twirl
Vision clouded coverings water filled searching eyes
Memory hazed misty themes who, what, where, or why
Balance vertigoes sway and weave never gaining forward space
Behavior erratic violently I need to get out of this place
bmdavey@08/15/22
Don't know how much time I have left
But I'm certainly determined gonna enjoy the rest
A real stress-free life
Never under the knife
Won't break the spell for which I've been blessed
Blistered and beaten, we’ll weather this storm.
Life forever changed, now far from the norm.
Hope is a blessing we must not forget.
Keep your chin up, we’re not done with this yet.
The upcoming days will surely take its toll.
Stay vigilant and strong we all have this goal.
The clouds will soon fade and the sun will soon shine.
We will get through this together and all will be fine.
Remember the fallen, and appreciate your life.
Be careful today, we are all under the knife.
Patience will pay and hope is the key.
Remember the lamb up high on that tree.
There was a Homeless guy on the corner holding a sign
It said I need some help, I'm running out of time
So I stopped and asked him, how come and why
He told me he has cancer and he might have to die
He needs to have surgery to remove a tumor from behind his eye
Should I believe him, it could all be a lie
He said he has three kids and a wife
And can't afford to go under the knife because of the price
If he doesn't get it done soon, he will no longer exist
I had this overwhelming feeling to help, I just couldn't resist
The tears in his eyes made me believe he was telling the truth
I know longer needed anymore proof
He said he was unable to work due to his condition
The tumor had started to make him lose most of his vision
So I pulled out my wallet and I helped him out
Isn't that what kindness is all about
I hate to see people go without
They are people too, it's the least we could do
Even if what there telling us, is not completely true
Faith in humanity needs to be restored
So please everybody, jump on board
There down on there luck and need a little help
Have a little sympathy, the kind that I felt
Broken bones, arthritis, going under the knife
I been through a lot of pain on my life
But physical pain I can handle it’s almost something I crave
To fight the despair inside that I’ll take to my grave
To be in such pain is such a small cost
To makes me forget that I am so lost
I know that there is no life after death
And everything ends with my last breath
Suicide calls to me with a spellbinding sound
I fight to ignore it but I’m losing ground
I frequently stare at nothing to see
Not thinking of nothing not even me
Been to some docs, got some advice and a pill
But nothing works and all I got is a bill
But I’ll see how long I can keep my life going
And keep my desolation from showing
Until I feel that i’ve done my best
And that’s when I will finally rest
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