Wednesday, February 7, 2018

All's Fair In Love And War

Cause either I'll love you

Or you'll love me

No way that both can be


And when my heart is on the line

Broken into a thousand pieces

Every time


My heart first broken,

Right before I was high school bound

Look for safety where it can be found


Similar to how a big bully

Taught me to treat others with kindness

Rather than have emotions rule me


So where is safety found?

The person there to mend my heart

Treated nicely, thats just the start


Don't get distracted

By looks and charisma

To soon retracted


Don't get so arrogant

Looking for the perfect ten

Ignored as it has always been


Avoidance sparks my anxiety,

And the harder I love,

The more you flee


To remember what I knew at such a young age

It is like I need a rebreak

Remember those for granted, I take


Death to all those lies

Let me see what is before me

Please open my eyes.


<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright February 2018

Sunday, January 7, 2018


I have been here before,

All too clear and in many forms.

Searching for love just for me

Balancing that with what you need.

How can I get too close to you

When I know me could tarnish you

Can I forgive myself and let the past go?

Or is unhealthy all I'll ever know?


You say you are okay wanting one thing

But your real desires have a different ring

This battle, this war zone of love

Heart ache, bloodshed, can one rise above?

A premature launch to explore unchartered water

Go back to safety, don't teeter totter.

Oh how the instants of time do they fly.

Subtely do we get so good at goodbye.


<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright January 2018

Wednesday, January 3, 2018


Some will stop and wonder,
How you could be so loved,
But all the while I knew,
You were gifted from above.
Some will try to recreate,
But little do they know,
God had promised His patience
Evidenced in His rainbow.
If you could only learn to love,
Thats all you gotta do.
Its the message that I hear,
But ever present inside you.
Years had passed
Such exercised restraint.
Discriminated, widowed and even starved.
But never a complaint.
When all had turned away,
For they dared not even look.
You said let the little children come.
And gave each one a bright new book.
Yahtzee queen,
3 of a kind.
A love for games,
A joyous find.
Oh how sweet the tangerine.
But more the lemon prepped with care.
Oh how sweet a perfect life
But more the life you chose to bear.
<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright 2017

Friday, December 8, 2017


Who is the one who is the greatest?
Is it the one who showers Facebook with posts of me, me, me?
It is only until I see you, that I realize I am too much me.
In passing, as I pick up my child from school,
I see you waiting in the car, picking up your grand kids.
Day after day,
You do this...
When a child goes to jail,
You pick up the pieces...
You take care of both husband and kids,
Never complaining...
Some may even take advantage of you.
But you continue.
And rather than teach the hard lessons of life,
You choose to simply remain present.
When you started to suffer,
I cried so much because I just didn't understand why someone so good needed to suffer.
I feel like if anyone deserved to suffer,
It should be me and not you.
Thank you for baby sitting my kids when we needed an extra hand.
Thank you for never judging when Hell broke loose in our household.
Tonight I drink alone.
A rare occasion.
Not alone, but with you and my Father.
You did everything you could during your time here.
May I honor you by trying to do everything I can during my stay.
May you rest in peace, loved one.
Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright December 2017

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Cleansed by Grace

Grace in a cup,

Washing Macines.

Feeling warm rays of sunlight on the beach with arms spread wide.

Hot showers.

Laying in the hospital bed letting someone nurse you back to health.


<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright September 2017

Broken Bones

You won the fight,

I was wrong and you were right.

I lay here exhausted

From the turmoil.


Something has died within me,

A part of my spirit broken.

I must place my spiritual bones

Into a cast so they can heal.


Six months to set things straight,

Six months without strain,

No strenous activity

And living with daily impairment.


Truly, the ones we love the most will always hurt us the most.

The depth of the hurt will always mirror the depth of the trust and intimacy shared.


<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright Septembet 2017

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Mother's Love

Everyone is different,

Everyone loves in their own way,

And the way they love,

If you pay attention,

Shows how they need to be loved.


My mother taught me how to read,

Before I could even speak.

She taught me responsibility,

Before I could even reach the ping pong table,

Folding clothes and working other chores.


When I felt sick,

I was allowed to rest,

Drinking orange juice and flat 7up,

I could stay home from school,

Any day I didn't feel up to the task.


Her lessons still stick with me today.

I can face the hatred of the world,

Because she taught me independence.

And confidence to believe in myself,

Even when it meant standing alone.


She taught me that education

And focus on one's own growth

Was the only way to overcome socio economic constraints

For the greatest challenge,

Is to change oneself.


<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright May 2017