Thursday, July 30, 2015

Time to Remember

Memories fill my mind,

Tears roll down my face,

Times of joy, sadness, the whole gambit,

Emotions swell.


I stand at a crossroads,

Do I go back in time?

To move forward through time?

Or stay stunted in growth?


I fear the change,

I embrace it.

Seasons for everything, seasons for all.

Time to move on

<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
July 2015

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Murderers and Adulterers

People are either,

Murderers or adulterers,

Pharisees or prostitutes,

Oppressors or the oppressed,

Predators or their victims,

Indulging in pride through arrogance or self pity,

Delivering either imperfect truth or imperfect grace,

Either actively pursuing justice or passively allowing mercy,

Desperate to demonstrate their value or afraid to display their value,

Becoming either better than or worse than.


To know which you are you may ask yourself one simple question.

Could you do the same if you were in their shoes?

<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© July 2015

Monday, July 27, 2015


On one side,

It turns into arrogance,

That must demonize opposition,

For the purposes of self justification.

It determines others unworthy and unnecessary,

Whispering, "No one else can do what I do".

It leaves you cold hearted and alone.

On the other side,

It turns into self pity,

That must become a victim,

For the purposes of self justification.

It determines that others are incapable of fulfilling our needs.

Whispering, "No matter what happens, it will be okay, I am resilient."

It leaves you bitter, resentful and alone.

<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© July 2015


Her soft touch,

Her womanly ways,

She carries the bag of goodies,

Her spices and fruits from the field,

You are valued,

You are loved.

The woman's intuition,

And dynamic range of emotion.

You add variety,

You are a treasure.

It is quite strategic really,

How you enhance my life.

<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© July 2015

Monday, July 20, 2015

Encapsulated Moments

Each dreadful moment without you,

Tears within my soul,

I could never live without you,

I'm an old romantic fool.


Let lights shine on the river sweet.

Moon beams glow within my reach,

Summer dresses and skinny dipping,

Glistening bodies on the beach.


Time is precious,

Time is dear,

Forever has no ending,

That is what I fear.

<SI> Scott Izu
© July 2015

Sunday, July 12, 2015


When immobility occurs,

When the weak are oppressed,

My choleric nature rises,

To move others to action or right the wrong.


When I am in my safe place,

And familiarity quiets anxiety,

My free spirit flows,

And I become Sanguine the Penguin.


When anger mounts,

Or tired frustration appears,

I become a willing support,

A phlegmatic of sorts.


When I am rejected,

Or reality hits hard,

I feel beauty through the eyes

Of a melancholy.


I knew this when I was young,

What once was lost is found again.

<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© July 2015

Misplaced Hope

When I was young,

I loved family,

Resulting in a growing hatred and contempt,

For individual members as seasons of life separated us,

And my expectations were met with disappointments,

Based on my understanding of what family was.


Quickly, I turned to value growth,

Yielding impatience with others and a growing need for isolation.


To avoid such an empty life, I turned to romance,

Tossing relationships after they inevitably grew stale,

Forcing me to abandon and betray loved ones,

Shattering hearts and creating broken promises.


I considered religions and moralistic lawfulness,

Only to find that such a love of righteousness might cause me to hate all,

As people's sins became blatantly apparent.


Eventually, I had my children and valued them above all else,

Only to sever the relationship with my spouse,

And to inhibit their growth through over protection,

Growing tired and bitter over the thankless sacrifices I made,

Which seemed to go unnoticed.


Consistent with American norms,

I turned to freedom,

Only to resent life's responsibilities,

And opportunities to bless others through service.


As such, life has been a delicate balance,

Of misplaced hope,

That eventually led to the emptiness and meaninglessness,

That underlies all great virtues.

<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© July 2015

Thursday, July 9, 2015

Can You Forgive Me?

Can you forgive me for placing my hope in you?

The weight of that must be excruciating.

If only you were this or that.

If only life's circumstances were different.

If only time, money and other resources were limitless.

Only then, would I be fulfilled.

I apologize for blaming you for the brokenness that exists in our world.

For placing you on the pedestal to be the resolution to the emptiness I feel.

Can you forgive me for placing you in the center of the perfect world I have imagined?

How the draw of the imagination can be an escape from the present state of suffering!

When all you want is rest.

When all you want is security.

When all you want is acceptance.

When all you want is to protect your loved ones.

Do we not all want the same?

Are we not all made from the same blueprint?

You have become the pivot point to which my life is either overflowing or destitute.


Unfair indeed.

Can you forgive me?


<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© July 2015

Death of an Affair

With lack of time and romance,

You will feel objectified.

Compulsive nights and dopamine highs,

Will leave you drained and in need of rest.

When light shines on your actions,

The weight of the social consequences will be devastating.


You can communicate what you can handle,

But more will be thrown at you and dumped on you.

You will communicate what you can give,

But more will always be asked.

You can try to contain the impact,

But eventually the bomb will blow.


Without the truth,

Intimacy will die.

Without nurturing the soil,

Passion will die.

Without the integration into your life,

Commitment will die.


<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© July 2015

Wednesday, July 8, 2015


I sit here in the middle of the night,

Glancing up at the Hilton,

I am so small and insignificant,

Memories of grand parties,

And drinks and laughter are a distant past,

I take a deep breath,

Just breathe.


<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© July 2015

Tuesday, July 7, 2015


Each day I crave.

As I subdue my craving,

My desire is to take enough that I might multiply what I take in,

To create an abundance within myself,

That I might naturally give through generosity.

As I subdue my cravings,

It is often the case that my actions cause harm and suffering.

These undoubtedly affect my inner being,

As I feel the stress and consequences of my actions.

I wish to release these undesired impacts and feelings.

But to do so requires simultaneously abandoning the actions which caused the disturbance,

While still fulfilling my cravings.

As such, the harm and suffering eventually subside.

And my contributions eventually increase.


<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© July 2015

Sunday, July 5, 2015

Empowering the Victim

Powerlessness is the trademark of the victim mindset.

But do not discount the unfathomable power of choice.


The choice to accept reality as it stands.

The choice to respond intentionally based on personal beliefs.

The choice to ultimately forgive the perceived failure of God and others.


Yes, a victim is empowered by the creation of a framework,

Where meaning can be discovered,

And fruits of growth, faith and hope may be found.


<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© July 2015

Moving On

I am leaving it all,

So many memories built,

The good and the bad times.


It is time to move on,

A new season of life,

Melancholy hits my heart.


To new friendships,

New love, new life,

And  a good future.


<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© July 2015

Friday, July 3, 2015

Our Judge

The world judges my spirituality.

The religious judge my sins.

But only God has the right to judge.

Only he knows the truth.

And only he knows the environment of my trespass.


<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© July 2015

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Broken Souls

I am broken.

Will I ever be whole again?

I used to be able to have fun.

I used to be able to connect with others.

Now all I feel is pain.


I attract the broken.

They are comforted by me.

But they need so much.

When did this world become so screwed up?

When did all this suffering and pain begin?


Family, friends, children,

They are ripped apart by this world,

A pain so devastating, we can't even explain it.


It is too much.  It is just too much.