I don't live to write or write to live I write because I am alive so the ink flows perpetually. @ Copyright, Tolbert, M D., All rights reserved

In a world full of darkness and despair, There is a beacon of light, beyond compare. He always thinks about others, selfless and kind, His pure heart and soul, a rare find. He takes every relationship with care, Never causing harm or spreading despair. He knows who is worthy of his love, Guiding them on the path from above. With words of wisdom and gentle touch, He heals the broken, hurting so much. His presence is calming, like a soothing balm, Bringing peace and comfort, like a healing salve. He listens with empathy and understanding, Patiently guiding, never demanding. He knows when to speak and when to be silent, In his presence, all worries are silent. He cherishes those who are true, Those who are loyal and deserving too. He knows who to walk with, hand in hand, On the safe and together road, they'll stand. His kindness knows no bounds, Spreading joy and love all around. He uplifts those who are down, Turning their frowns into crowns. His heart is a treasure, pure and true, Filled with love for me and you. He is a friend like no other, A true brother from another mother. In his eyes, we see a reflection of our soul, A mirror of our heart, making us whole. He brings out the best in us, In his presence, there's no need to fuss. He is a rare gem in a world so cold, A warm embrace in a hand to hold. We are grateful for his presence in our life, A guiding light in times of strife. So let us cherish him, for he is rare, A soul so pure, beyond compare. He always thinks about others, A true friend, like no other.

Life is like a pressure cooker and when it presses you searing you what's in you comes out When life presses me a song arises a poem is born I sing about it I write about it I speak to it I release the pressure that presses me. @ Copyright, Tolbert, M D., All rights reserved

VOL. I You disguised yourself as an angel of light flitting around with smiles and joy words like sweet nectar dropping hope and light VOL. II. I see a crack in your wings the flitting has become more of an annoying thumping your countenance shows slightly darker once refreshing words are dripping sinister sarcasm as a sword drips blood from piercing VOL. III A hew of darkness invades the light you once exposed You no longer fly anger exudes your every movement your countenance is the color of death your words, the sound of death VOL. IV WHO ARE YOU? Fanged creature, with claws like a dragon Hell is your countenance your tongue destroys everything it touches Licking the flesh and sinew from the bones You have given yourself over consummated with evil and now you are no longer Sealed forever in your book of lies. @ Copyright, Tolbert, M D., All rights reserved

The waters of life kept trying to drown me pulling me below the surface caught in the under currents Every time I swam harder fought to get up I got pulled under Then I learned to stay calm Stop exhausting myself I will get to my destiny One second One minute One day at a time Relax Breathe @ Copyright, Tolbert, M D., All rights reserved