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

Monday, December 5, 2016


Love is so precious,

But like gold in a gold rush,

Only few find it.


<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright December 2016

Tuesday, November 22, 2016


This is how life works,
From depravity... hatred
From abundance... love

<SI> Scott Izu
Copyright November 2016

Saturday, November 12, 2016

My Neighbor's Wife

I fell in love with my neighbor's wife,

And little did I know,

It would all end in strife

But she walked with such a glow.

Her form amazed me,

As I glanced across the room,

As if she was all I could see,

And all I could consume.

The people around me had no clue,

What preoccupied my mind,

Things I should never do,

But her beauty made me blind.

Her presence calmed the beast inside,

Yet turned me into an adventerous soul.

Hours upon hours would I ride,

To follow her just like a fool.

I dreamed again as life beat again,

Of romantic days and passioned nights,

Oh heaven sent such holy sin,

Of shooting stars and brilliant lights.

A string quartet of three has never played,

For envy and hatred would fill his being,

Even tailored to by two she'd be dismayed.

Only disappointment to me would this bring.

So alas I tried to give it up,

For all this I should despise,

But still in bed I held my cup,

As I gazed into her eyes.

<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright November 2016

Sunday, October 23, 2016

Heart and Soul

The sculpture,

Obtains its true form after being chiseled.

The raku pot,

Must be molded and shocked into its final shape.

The samurai sword,

Is sharpened through repeated and instense striking.

The mighty oak,

Sheds its dead leaves each fall.

The butterfly,

Develops through a cacooning of personal transformation.

The phoenix,

Rises only after it has been burned to ashes.

The diamond,

Can radiate only after years of experiencing extreme pressure.


The heart of a true champion can only be revealed through the test of time.

The illumination from the soul can only come after enduring life's great challenges.

<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright October 2016

Friday, October 21, 2016

7 Points of Confusion

There are many things I have confused in my life,

Yes, many things to be twisted in time


Familiarity and comfort,

Quite opposite they be,

For what I am used to makes me quite uncomfortable,

A progressive man I am,

A hunter, going after the next big thing,

I cannot just stay where I am,

Growth motivates me and fuels my passion,


Sexuality and intimacy,

I have had sexuality with no intimacy,

And later, it fills me with shame,

The dark depths of the closet which I seek to clean,

I have had intimacy without sexuality,

From which I might feel the weight of a broken relationship,

And long for the companionship of another years later,


Curiosity with attraction,

Oh, what random thoughts race through my mind!

My natural inclination to explore runs quite a muck,

I even doubted my own orientation,

Simply because I was curious about homosexuality,

Curious about the most taboo subjects,

Has dead ended in disgust rather than attraction.


Strong versus weak,

I thought I was strong by being the soldier,

Carrying the weight all on my own,

I was simply made weak since no one was there,

But true strength is the ability to ask for help when needed,

Healthy adults can equally rely on others and can be relied upon

And true strength comes from where we are most weak.


Performance versus worth,

I thought I was worth what I had accomplished,

I thought I could earn my parents love,

I thought if I did enough it would undo the words spoken by others

But human beings are worthy alone

Just by existing they have extreme value

For they have a soul which will long outlive their works


Character and reputation,

I used to have a great reputation,

And such bad character

Then, I came clean and sought a pure heart

My character started to grow

While my reputation was shot

What God thinks of you versus another's point of view


Good versus bad,

I used to think I was good,

But this in and of itself was bad,

For my desire to be good,

Hid from me what was bad,

As if I could be good enough to outweigh the wretched man

So now I focus on daily doing rather than being.


<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright October 2016

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

So He Cheated on You. What now?

I know what you want to do.  You want to hurt him.  You want to hurt him so bad, he feels the pain you do.  You want to destroy the outside world so all can bear the chaos you feel within.

But truly, I tell you, a man and woman may become one flesh.  And if your right hand betrayed you, would you cut it off?  For if you destroy him, you destroy you.

A woman scorn they say.  But do you know why a woman is blessed with such Godly wrath?  It is spared for evil men, who kill their husbands or attack their families.  It is not for a woman to destroy herself.

I tell you, if you seek revenge, you will find justice.  Oh yes, justice will be served.  For this man has no excuse and no worthy defense.  But with your justice, a man's heart will be forever hardened.  Yes, you will murder him.  And along with him, your sons will be murdered also.

But do you want to know how to destroy the evil within?  To wage true war on the devil himself?

You love on him.  You love him till he falls to his knees tortured by the fact that he does not deserve it.  Let his soul torment and convict him more than you ever could.  Give the greatest grace that can only be answered with humble gratitude and a contrite heart.

Such a woman is rare as the finest rubies.  Such a woman saves herself and her children.

<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright October 2016