writing means i'm here
will one day show i was here
longhand graffiti
"Music to my ears"
that applies to lots of things
Most of all music
Meir Shuster was
so good that Failed Messiah
had no dirt on him
Will we change the world?
Not if we don't change ourselves
Best get up early
"It's just a number"
Not true about age, because-
It's our number
Man turns to child
- taking fruit from the hotel -
"We'll juice these at home"
Sometimes it's kindest
to sit sadly by the side
of your friend who's sad
Don't know about ghosts
I don't think I've seen one yet
But, do they see me?
Both masters and slaves
that's what I think we all are
Till the day we stop
I owe a student
from so many years ago
answers about G-d
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Sunday, February 9, 2014
181-190
Thin line between
Killing time, reviving
Trying and hiding
Beyond the pain, pain
Mountains beyond mountains
There is much to heal
Everything can wait
Only one thing must be now -
that is this moment
I'm starting to sweat
inside, awaiting a ride,
as if the coat helps
Embrace peace and love
To know how to love, know hate
War sheds light on peace
Alone with others
In the quiet of the noise
In life and in death
Killing time, reviving
Trying and hiding
Beyond the pain, pain
Mountains beyond mountains
There is much to heal
Living here is hard
says everyone who lives there,
then they say to come
says everyone who lives there,
then they say to come
Everything can wait
Only one thing must be now -
that is this moment
I'm starting to sweat
inside, awaiting a ride,
as if the coat helps
Embrace peace and love
To know how to love, know hate
War sheds light on peace
Alone with others
In the quiet of the noise
In life and in death
Closeness and distance
Like hours, minutes, seconds
Disappear for friends
Sometimes I wonder
My old Aunt Clara
Only known to me as old
Because I was young
why G-d created colors
that so few can see
that so few can see
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