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

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