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Warewolf​

Moons rise. Vertigo cries. Sun squeezed. Hearts bleeds.

Summer mocks. Habits squack. Anger pours. Despiration slurs.

Patience invoked. Frustration clocked. Time turns. Souls yearn.

Going To Charan​

Charan's responsibility. Spaces of possibility. Legend beckons me. Seeing shall eventually see.

Ready To Die​

My names death.
I choose your final breath.
Whether you laugh or cry.
I choose when you die.

I screen a movie of your life.
The ups and downs, delight and strife.
When you meet me, please be ready.
It makes it better when people are steady.

The light dims.
The sun slims.
Air grows still.
Birds trill.

The fire covered.
The heat smothered.
Once in a lifetime.
Life now bent in chime.

Hammock Hang​

Lost in your heat.
Close yet far away our hearts beat.
Your vulnerability - couragoues and beautiful and scary.
Your soul - lightness and vision does carry.

To know deely beyond flesh.
Sometimes the beast makes us feel less.
Wanting all goodness for you my friend.
Not in your arms playing pretend.

Trauma Bonding​

Hard to connect without drama.
Difficult to trust without shared trauma.
Seeking the profound.
To see somewhere where are found.

Camp Fire​

Look up at night and find awe.
To be so insignificant and small.
Stars remind me that nothing mattters.
Just a set of arms and legs - climbing in an infinite wall of ladders.

Cosmic Joke​

Meaning of life - a punch line.
Ancient laughter - echos of cosmic mimes.
We worry what will and resist what is.
Our lives - comedy dramas of show biz.

Deathbed Tremors​

I can see it - suddenly old and frail.
Can feel it - weak grip, a red face now pale.
End now near - possessed with fear.
Considered this moment before - but never in such vivid gore.

Wasted so much time pretending.
Worried so much ego defending.
Now know death is real.
My last thought - how will this feel?

Balance​

Space between satisfaction and dreams.
More blurry than it seems.
Presense and adventure - halves of a whole.
Careful calibrations of the soul.

Swimming in seas of gray.
Black n white refusing to play.

Master of all four elements.
Bringing balance to the filaments.
Each cornerstone a work of plastifcity.
Movements synergizing syncronistically.

Lost and found.
Tossed and sound.
Same storms - different words.
Strength and belief - sacred swords.

Daydreams And Rainbows​

Sometimes I live in fantasy
Inhabiting a world that cannot simply be.
Prefering delucions to fact.
Pretending there’s an answer to lack in the final act.

Spring Time​

Seeds planted - thought dead.
Now poke forth their head.
Battered and bruised and shaken.
But not altogether forsaken.

Spring Cleaning​

Cleaning - too much stuff weighs us down.
In clutter - nothing worthy can be found.
Distraction.
Subconscious detraction.

Your scent lifts winter once more.
The sun now shines in all its glore.

Running In Place​

Odd to work - but not create.
Empty before and after the race
To toil but not store.
To lift but not lift more.
Needle stuck - output paralyzed.
Nothing happened - zero quantified.

Fears that whats dear.
Isn’t so near.

A Wondering Jew​

Numb to it.
Perpetually a misfit.
Lost my way.
Wondering in this desert of decay.

The sun shines - my soul withers.
The birds sing - my heart dithers.
The bright sun and chirping birds.
A gloomy mind and a soul of turds.

Fakermaan​

People who fake.
Borrowing shells of cool to imitate.
Performances misleading and lame.
This ain’t authentic - what a shame.
I ask.
Who are you really behind that mask.

I know all these people but they don’t feel like friends.
Instead we’re performers playing pretend.
All these people not really in my life.
Not really holding space for my strife.

All About The People​

We just need friends.
In the end.
Living life alone - a bloody crime.
Just some nice people to pass the time.

Fake structures whisper community.
Artificiality beckons pretend unity.
Realkiet sorely empty.
Authenticity paradoys pity.

A tribe.
A communal vibe.
Together against entropy and decay.
United - it’s all going to be OK.

Every day - a lottery.
Only God know what will be.
Life and death battle for air.
The presense of another prevents collapse and despair.

Playing With Kids​

There is nothing more spiritual more beautiful than a child’s laughter.
Nothing more meaningful more real than their smile after.
Their presence demands responsibility and play.
Hope I’m worthy of it all some not so distant day.

Carpe Diem​

Blessed enough to laugh and dance.
This life - a wonderful romance.
In love with light and sound and touch and taste.
To not enjoy this simulation - a colossal waste.

Night Out​

This night bustles.
Beautiful women hustle.
Parties stretch late.
This ain’t my gait.

Flow State​

110 bpm.
Shredding psm.
Weaving each note.
Each degree floats.

Worlds beneath the surface.
Waves of undeniable purpose.

The Present​

Ego disappears.
Judgements no longer sneer.

Surrender to the flow.
Just release and let go.
Listen to the sound.
Relapse into the profound.

Zen - marriage of breath and pace.
Slower motion - revealing space.
Frames - reflection in a calm pound.
Flows now move beyond.

Without waste - space - no haste.
Slowing down - so not to drown.
My mission - this life.
More love - less strife.

Yichus​

I am my father’s son - no doubt.
An extension of what he is about.
Hear it in the way I sound.
Sense it in where i’m found.

Mesorah in my blood.
Rejuvenation in the mud.

Perspective​

Zoom in zoom out - all relative.
Matter of perspective.
Pan left pan right - all framing.
Move up and down - we’re just playing.

Only the story changed.
A new piece of language - rearranged.

Time Marches On​

Quarter of a century old.
Would not be so bold.
To suggest that i know.
How it is that beauty grows.

Thought I had things figured out.
Trusting that victory I would tout - all clout no doubt.

Sometimes you gotta accept defeat.
Admit and aknowledge you're beat.
You're wiser now - hardened and bold.
No longer so easily sold.

The train rumbles - the engine grumbles.
The wheels whine - the tracks mime.
Thi train mechanically decorates its timeline with rythm.

The past unread.
Faded and dead.
Chapter closed.
Highs and lows.

The cycle ticks.
Her wheels click.
Time beats vieter.
Clocks sit lighter.

A wake up call for us all.
To stand up strong and tall.
A death timer drips.
Her hidden fabric rips.

Corporate America​

And what do you do?
Oh just a dev are you?
Nothing much to say.
Just bits every single day.

But that’s not really you.
That’s not who are in true.
You are a world to behold.
Next time answer in bold.

We are all.
Just kids dressing up as adults y’all.
Speaking fancy words.
Uttering elaborate blurbs.

Our eyes dim when we bullshit too long.
Work theater obfuscates lines right and wrong.

Silence​

Calm and slowing.
Mystical and knowing.
Patience and might.
Enchanted with creativity and insight.

The quiet.
A mind's diet.
Peaceful silience.
The absence of psycholoigcal violience.

It’s Not That Deep​

It's all rather simple - not that deep.
All rather silient - not a peep.
I have nothing new to say.
There is nothing special about today.
Yay and oy vey.
Separated by serendipitous fate.

Don’t pretend to invent - to create anything new.
It’s all been said before - done before by me and by you.
What’s special - this dance in this moment in time.
This song is unique with its own mix of rhythm and rhyme.

The weather again.
Something new we pretend.
You like this thing but not that.
Somehow we care greatly about your cat.

There is nothing new under the sun.
But that don’t mean that life ain’t fun.

Thank you​

My wall extends a warm embrace.
Gifting me this special place.
She protects - grounds and respects.
Thank you dear wall - for all that you do.
For reminding me of what holds true.

They Them​

I see you - you’re in pain.
Soul weakened by judgment and shame.
I hear you - you’re not insane.
You’ve suffered greatly - in this rotten game.

But - your energy is wrong.
You’ve thrown loyalty where it doesn’t belong.
To protect your soul.
You’ve pledged your allegiance to Satan's pole.

Ask yourself - is God here.
Or am I swimming in the very darkness - I fear.

Eshet Chayi Mi Yimtzah​

This girl - a mystery.
This figure - unrealized history.
Hard to imagine.
A mythical dragon.

Once barking in the dark.
By myself - no one else.
Who will hold you when you stumble.
Her holy vine rumbles.

Kind.
Divine.
Modest.
Honest.

Your gaze will make me a better man.
Our light will remind me of what god demands.

Will I know when I meet you?
Will your smile pierce my heart through?
Will your face seem familiar?
Will your grace glimmer?

She sits in the corner - I know this feels different.
Strangely familiar - her eyes iridescent.

A warm cute chick.
Holding hands when the darkness grows thick.

To be known to be shown.
To be empowered in true tone.

The code can wait - for life is here.
Money can biat - but love is near.

Birthday Party​

They say you're an adult when you're mind stops changin.
They say you've grown when your soul stops faintin.
I must still be a child then by that account.
Cause all I want to do some days is sit around and pout.

New Year Blues​

New year blues.
Haunting clues.
Dreams mashed.
Hopes dashed.

The body remembers its trama.
The heart recalls her mama.

Journals wanting relief.
Heartache and grief.
Pit in the gut.
Queziness in glut.

Refuse to do this once more.
No - not like before.

Reflection and frustration.
An alternate dream suspended in imagination.
This moment afraid.
I will not be weak - I will not be played.

Peering into the future - heaven and hell.
Gazing into the crystal ball - I dwell.
Inevitable success and inescapable doom.
Wondering what stories this year might loom.

Nivvul Peh​

Discovered sexuality.
Respecting and taunting her sanctity.
Heaven and fire.
Redepmtion and liers.

Welcome Back​

Welcome back into my life.
Since you’ve been gone - hasn’t all bee delight.
Bringing back the old spiritual lenses.
Now with the latest divine consequences.

Ritual nourishes the heart.
She blossoms bussoms of art.
Baby safe - beyond her bath.
Rescued from the tubs murky wrath.

When the world gets blue.
I find strength in you.
In a spiritual romance.
An exstiential dance.

OTD​

The bath water smells - tainted by rot.
Represents the worship of a god - that is not.

Don't forget the past.
A regret what doesn't last.
Years ago, imprisoned illusion.
Two decades - restriction confusion.

Viel now lifted. life free - dissolved restricted.
Recalling confinement.
Metal locks gray cement.

Prisoners see blue sky sun.
Life wasn't easy - but it has just begun.

Friendship​

What are real friends.
When is it all no longer pretend.
When a man becomes your brother.
When you can trust him like no other.

Testing relationships.
Sharing pain in sips.
Do you really care.
Are you really there?

Patiently waiting for my best friends to bud.
For my brothers and sisters to rise from the mud.

Make Your Bed First​

You don’t wish them well in your disdain.
You don’t celebrate their dance - cause you’re in pain.
The absense of love - a reflection of your soul.
Has nothing to do with them - everything to do with he who is not full.

Chazak Chazak​

To be chazak is to do what needs to be done.
To execute when it’s tough - when you want to run.
To be chazak is to find hope when there is none.
To find that inner voice that opens the sun.

A flow needs to tested.
To be stressed and messed with.
Otherwise it exists in a dream plane.
In a green narrow lane.
The water must find its path - around interference it must pass.

A piercing of hope.
Do not sit and mope.
Your time will come - the voice suggests.
Just need to lay down and rest.

Takes work to stay fit.
Resilience to not quit.
Feeling good is feeling strong.
Staying chazak - the siren song.

Simple Kind Of Man​

I just want to be a simple kind of man.
A decent job, a pretty girl - some land.
Good friends, nourishing food - that’s the plan.
Everything else is extra - beyond my stand.

Stages old as ages.
Dance between the pages.

On The Road​

Some food a car a tent.
Nothing else need be sent.
Sustenance and shelter - a foundation.
No need for further complication.

FOMO​

Fomo pretends - suggesting an undefined lack she upends.
The present - always seeking something less unpleasant.
Investigation reveals - this moment glourious this moment ideal.

Getting Ready​

I’m getting ready.
My soul feels steady.
Building something rea.
Working the long game, ya feel.

When we connect I’ll BE there.
My soul - I will share.
Say darling won’t you join me.
Our groovy dance awaits - eternally.

Brought Back​

Your voice brings me back from the brink.
Your timbre an emergent link.
Interrupts the darkness.
Forces me to refocus.

Flickers of progress and hope.
Glimmers of belonging to cope.
Perhaps life will be OK.
Perhaps night will give way to day.

When the world fails all.
Please be strong enough to crawl.

Brother, you seem far away.
You vibe has strayed.
I can see it in your eyes.
You are wearing a disguise.

Sister, you are not HERE with me.
I miss your cheer and glee.
I can taste it in your gaze.
Why the haze.

You are in pain but cannot trust.
You cannot share when trust is a must.
Either you are STRONG enough to speak the truth.
Or you perish - poof.

On The Road​

Who am I when I fly?
When there is no need to pretend and nothing to hide?
Do I recognize this man in the mirror?
Do I now see myself somehow clearer?

Easy to connect to strangers on the road.
At home people distant and cold.
Learning from this time and this trip.
When I’m back home I just might flip.

Time Slipping​

In an instant - time has passed.
In a moment - this era now lapsed.
Comfortably numb - under the sun.
Days and night a blur- I run.

Biking City​

Bikes everywhere.
Whereever I stare.
Bikes flow like ants.
A synchonized trance.
Racks and baskets - transport people like packets.

Who Cares?​

Work doesn't feel real when you travel.
Her stakes diminish - unraveled.
Who cares - this fancy dashboard,
Nothing makes me feel so tired - so bored.

Psychedelic Trip​

Keep moovin’ to stay groovin’.
Keey dancing to discover romancin’.
Waves and lines and shapes.
A paradoy of the great escape.

Shoulders relaxes - loosening my grip.
My heart sours and my limbs zip.
I find the beat.
My heart pulses to the intuitions of my feet.

Life is absurd.
Exstisential and hillarious - the same blurb.
Tradegy and comedy - separated by distance and time.
Comedy - just verse without rhyme.

Laughter also absurd.
A tremor of joy told.
Lurking beneath the surface.
Drawing a smile - your face.

I play with waves of matter.
Waves of sound, light, and motion - pitter patter,

Stoic Mussar​

Don’t throw a fit.
Simply remove the shit.
If you can.
Otherwise shut up and be a man.

God I submit to you a prayer.
That I shouldn't lose my care.
To nourish warmth in my soul.
That this world doesn't turn my heat to coal.

I cannot control the people I meet.
I cannot control the crossing of feet.
But I can control the things that I do.
I can craft and sculpt and make beautiful - the things I pursue.

Child In the Back Seat​

Looking through the window - back seat.
Wondering where I will go - who will I meet.
Asking whining- are we there yet, please.
Hush young chil - stop pretending to drive - look out the window and see.

Prayer​

Luck reckons in the kingdom of god.
Casting fortune - a celestial rod.
Suffering and laughter - upon the ground.
Perhaps only prayer - sufficiently profound.

This Is Not Love​

Her skin soft - her breath quivers.
We’re playing games - without deliver.
Enough of this bullshit.
Telling each other stories that somehow this fits.

I cry for you my child.
Shakin in grief alongside you - wild.
Cursing god in vain for your pain.
Just to stop feeling insane.

I want to give you a hug - to tell you it’s gonna be ok.
But you and I - we are not destinated to play.
I cannot protect you from the storm.
I can no longer keep you form.
I wish you well my dear friend.
But I don’t think that we’ll be friends in the end.

Redemptive Cuddles​

The secret lies in a warm cuddle
In the embrace of her soft nuzzle.
Everything else - simply bullshit
A distracting vain illusory fit.

Your hug.
The ultimate drug.

I wait for her kind eyes and delicious chuckle.
A softness and sharpness - can make your knees buckle.
Her voice - so far away.
God please - don’t lead me astray.

Cloudy Skies​

Gray skies cover the barren landscape.
A soft, wool blanket - a furowing cape.
They whisper softly - a fuzzy tone.
Everything will be alright - you are not so alone.
Thank you heavens above.
For comforting me - with foggy smokeys whisps full of love.

Metamorphosis​

If I woke up tomorrow ugly and slow.
What would I do - where would I go.
Gazing thorugh eyes of a monstrous fool.
Would humanity be lovely or cruel.

ROI​

Investing right.
Energy - directed light.
Confidence - driven pursuit.
Wasted wallowing - moot.
ROI calculations.
Continuous re-creations.

Sick Day​

Sickness without action.
An unexpected relief - a sense of satisfaction.
Free from the burden of today.
Free to dream sing and play.

Strange times indeed.
A fever no longer a warning to heed.
Instead she bathes me in a sense of disconnection.
A vacation from reality - a twisted affection.

My body sick.
Just to release my soul from this ick.

The ground frozen but the lake boils.
The sould thaws but the spirit roils.
A fire roars while the cold air soars.
The flames like - the wheels click.

Shabbat​

Shabbat a blessing.
I know this - not guessing.
Peace from work and from hustle.
A break from sweat and from muscle.

Return to a time of simplicity.
Waking up a world of mystery.
Shabbat holy and protected.
A taste of heaven intercepted.

Lessons Learned​

You done fucked up.
Now stuck in a slump.
Tired faded nausous.
Next time more cautious.

Changing things up.
Getting unstuck.
Staying in motion.
Disruptive commotion.

Night Before Day​

Night despairs and laments.
Wallowing darkness - she foments.
Whispering bitterness and anger.
Suggestions of a distant stranger.

Morning rises and conquers.
His arms strengthen and anchor.
Fresh breath and radiant eyes.
An answer to nights tormented cries.

Proud of myself - love who I am.
Tryin to be the train - who can.
Lost and found.
Every other day - drown.
One day - might wake up and smile.
Just might not be for a little while.

Talking Heads​

Words so cheap.
Sentences continuously creep.
Tongues slicing shapes.
Lips moving matter in wake.

Cold Plunge​

Befriending the cold.
To leave this fold - indeed quite bold.
If I fight I loose.
If I resist I confuse.

I now accept this fate.
I breathe deeply and simply wait.

Hunting​

Gaze hunts a crowded street.
Nostrils flicker — sniffing for meat.
His Algorithm ranks and assesses.
Balls locating asses.

Commitment fades the future blurs.
Only moments desire lures.
Predator stalking its prey.
Primordial game subtlety on display.

Manual Labor​

The body wants slow manual work.
An energy often dismissed and shirked.
To sweat and smell and move and lift.
To forget yourself in natures gift.

Home​

Home is me - I am home.
I am here wherever i roam.
Self love a reservoir so deep.
Battles darkness whenever it creeps.

Confidence in soul over place.
In self over space.

Wherever i end up I will not be alone.
I AM where i call home.

Sexual Liberation​

Sexual liberation.
Playing with fire - a divine libation.
Too much freedom a tyranny.
The absence of family.

Like fire passion burns.
Like flames passion yearns.
Like heat lust warms.
Like an inferno lust warns.

Control your promiscuity.
Lest it burn down everything you care to be.

Sobriety​

Psychedelics my old friend.
Your spirit with me to the end.
You gifted a world beyond my own.
Granted a dance beyond my standard tone.

And yet I wonder is it time.
Returning to often - feels like a crime.
Moving beyond this modality.
Exploring what it means to be me - in sobriety.

Deep Breath​

Gotta unclip and dip.
Before you get ripped and clipped.
Gettin dragged out to sea.
Unclip and dip before catastrophe.

A moment out of tune.
Disharmonious niggun.
Let’s pause - regroup.
There’s the beet - back in the loop.

Lifting Weight​

My eyes hazy.
My spirit lazy.
Evils seduce.
Effort no use.

Trapped in my head.
Tied to this bed.
Sick and dizzy.
Tricked and mizzy.

Suddenly - under a bar.
Fighting gravity - seeing stars.
Passion - returns in fits.
Stress - a spiritual bliss.

Lying On the Floor​

Falling asleep sane.
Waking up in pain.
Repetition on display.
Frustrated dismay.

Don’t trust.
Just do what I must.
Imitated sophistication.
Suspended intuition.

Mornings teach pain.
Primal movements share gain.

Back to the floor.
Back so sore.
Will this get better.
Every morning same letter.

Breathing hope into despair.
This pain will mend.
Casting strength into weakness.
This wrechted isolation will end.

Chronic pain tickles my brain.
Proclaims - peasant bow to your bane. I
Threatens to consume.
To invoke nausea, heartache - to subsume.

World distorted by thrown exceptions.
Debugging need transcend current conceptions.

Run And Rest​

They say to relax- go with the flow.
But what if - what if the the flow requires me to grow.
What if the flow requires me to fight.
To push and press with might.

Insecurities​

Voices in my head remind.
Insecurities as old as time.
In the current - they creep.
Their knives cut deep.

Suffocating chatter.
Transmitters distorting things that matter.
Mind attempts focus.
Soul dreams hocus pocus.

Lost in naught.
Drawing in thought.

Can’t help but compare.
Now acutely aware.
Not enough.
Lacking trust.

Insecurities - emerge and fester.
Fears and anxieties - jester.
Behind and unworthy.
Too late - too swervey.

Having everything yet nothing together.
Competent but waiting to be teathered.
Not strong enough for true existence.
Instead eking a megere persistence.

The strings buzz and my tone weakens.
My insecure groove reaken.
Flashes of nihilism groans.
All that time alone shown.

The world scoffs at me.
My heart and soul - deemed unworthy.
Want to run and hide and die.
But the echoes continue to suffocate - and lie.

After Party​

Blur of light.
Fever dream in flight.
Wanting her gaze.
Inviting her graze.
No longer worried about eyes.
No longer attempting to disguise.

Shechinah​

Bodies in bed.
Taught how the soul may be fed.
Showed ze how to breath.
Your touch how to believe.

One day in the fog of lust.
Will emege a forged bond of unconditional trust.

Fasting​

Pain is desire.
Craving is distress.
Madness to sire.
Disatisfaction to bless.

Stop feeding the beast.
Deplete the feast.
The growling quites.
Peace instead pilots.

More you feed him - more he demands.
More you indulge him - more he commands.
Never satisfied with pleasures of flesh.
Seduces THEN you shall feel success.

Only matters of the soul - save from devastation.
Only matters of god - truly deliver salvation.

God’s GPS​

God - a GPS.
Turn right turn left - a divine guess.
What is my ultimate destination.
A murky mysterious manifestation.

Dopamine​

Dopamine.
Deciding despite difficulty.
Motivating.
Maximizing mysterious moments.

Luck.
Lightening loose lots.
God.
Granting gracious gifts.

Growth - getting enough reps.
Hiking those gnarly steps.
Reaching a place of confidence in path.
Commitment that is sure to last.

Momentum makes loe with liberation.
Stop inertia - lose creation.
Fasting from feasting in familiar form.
Redemption realized - real relationships worn.

Walls to protect.
To reject dejecting intercept.
An insecurity.
Lustful permiscuity.

Pretending to exist in spontenatity.
But it’s container fails me consistently.

To stay still is to die.
To lay static is to cry.
To move is to try.
To groove is to thrive.

Neglect stirs the uncounious mind.
Lonely direty soil left behind.
A monster benind the sheet.
Action now redeems defeat.

Mishneh Torah​

To codify the world.
To organise - all that’s told.
To carve a path.
To stop bickering and instead play and laugh.

Holy Jew​

Words inspired by divine.
I wish to drink you in time.
To carry the torch of your light.
To illuminate the darkness with sight.

Want my sons and daughters to feel connected.
Grounded in righteousness and tradition - elected.
Want my children to speak this lashon.
To stand for goodness - in simcha and sasson.

The spirit that sustains.
Must not recklessly entertain.
Energy of life itself - the power of creation.
Builds and nourishes with proper manifestation.

I pray to be a man of the divine.
Gracefully and authentically aligned.
Strong and gentle.
Drawing goodness from the heavenly mantle.

To live my life with one goal.
To worship right with all my soul.

Kishkas​

Knowing good in our kishkas deep.
God an existential posture creep.
Simple and hopeful and true.
In our mothers milk we knew.

The caps reveal again.
All of our masks we pretend.
Trait over state we create.
Even when fate feels late.

Doing the Right Thing​

Religion - realized when you love is absent inside.
When your primal instinct and spitiritual compass collide.
Pleasure and duty at opposite sides.
Faith in goodness for its own sake turning the tides.

Remember​

Forever forgetting something profound.
A key insight - elusively bound.
Only the impression of revelation persists.
Its contents eternally shrouded in mists.

Futile to resist the minds decay.
Our cells have the final say.
Whispering order into the void.
Their beauty somehow paranoid.

Afternoon Altercations​

230 pm - the world grows dark.
Gloom and angst - find a place to park.
Hardly remember the light.
Barely remember why you fight.

Competing whispers vye for dominance.
Promising to rescue this dreadful trance.
Frame. By frame. By frame.
Rendering pixels - line by line - complain.

Nighttime​

I love the tired feeling when the sun rests.
When the city’s humm resets.
I love the downward pull.
The earth grounds me into a peaceful lull.

The silent night whispers.
This world slows down.
The breathe waves.
And the night - absent sound.

A new order emerges separate from the light.
Who knows who i might be — at night?

Honesty​

Am I strong enough to be honest.
To be coragoures yet modest.
To speak the truth - you must be pure.
To truly guide your heart on tour.

Trusting in God to speak the word.
To put forward language that pleases the Lord.

Romance Should Be Simple​

Romance should be simple.
Like a freckle or a dimple.
Who am i and who are you.
One and one makes two.

We forget who we are - swirl of emotions.
Somehow responding - absurd notions.
Changing ourselves to make things fit.
Changing others to better commit.

Afraid to be alone in our thoughts.
Afraid we are not worthy of the lots.

Adventures alone.
Enough - I bemoan.
Deliver me from heartache.
Rescue me while I can still cocreate.

Purpose​

Teachin people to flow.
To be who they want to be - to grow.
Helpin people create and express.
Escapin these cycles of distress.

Morning Light​

The silence of the morning calms.
Like a cedar scented balm.
The promise of a worthy day.
Lingers in the air - banishing all worry all past despair.

The morning rises - my strength returns.
The light radiates - my breath reforms.

What will today bring you wonder?
What success and what blunder?

The sound of silent streets.
Morning birds singing tweets.
Cool fresh breeze.
Sunshine through the trees.

Expansive clock.
No lock.
No matter how today sins.
You may now rest easy with wins.

Whispers Across Time​

A younger ego's ascension.
Echoes across the 4th dimension.
Whispers words of strength.
Uplifting revealing insisting upon a godly faith.
Perhaps my belief.
Simply a protection of imagined relief.

Memories gaze upon me in anticipation.
Encouraging stares bring forward creation.

Slow is smooth and smooth is fast.
Whispers my sense of past.
Don’t forget the shine.
Will leave alone - and paradoxically behind.
No point rushing towards death.
We all leave this world with nothing left.

Praise​

I understand the poets now.
How they needed to articulate how.
That they felt so deep inside.
Unwilling to be quiet - to hide.

The need to reach out and praise.
To stretch out your hands heavenward raised.

A Summer Day​

There is something special about a day so good.
A collection of moments - glorious they stood.
Everything is easy, breezy, and calm.
Not even the remotest sense of alarm.

Shadowed by faint memory you wonder.
Why was today different than any other.
Can I live today tomorrow.
Can I move this feeling forward on the morrow.

The crowds sing and dance.
Energies a psychedelic trance.
Is today already lost in time.
Only to be mysteriously rekindled with a bit of dance and rythme.

Groundhog Day​

How often I forget.
How often I regret.
Actions the same.
Rhythm to blame.

Did anything happen if it’s not fresh?
Did I live if there’s no story to impress?
Same old day same old story.
Same old flow same old boring.

Have I mined all the spark.
Is the ground now stale and dark?
How do I frack the ground for more?
How do I find a story worthy to explore?

Same Same But Different​

We are all the same.
Playing this strange strange game.

Same dreams.
Same troubles.
Same hopes.
Same struggles.

But different.
Different dramatically disperent.
Selves unambiguously unique.
United in pursuit of seek.

Differnet city same scene.
Different stories same theme.

Weekend Plans​

What’s your game plan this weekend?
How are you bopping and beepin?

High On Life​

I will never be sad again.
I will never need to be down - old friend.
The secret of happiness is here.
I know I have nothing to fear.

How could I ever been sad again.
From this join I will never be estranged.
This is me - welcome to paridise.
I will never again be capture by vice.

OS Update​

Needing to update this story.
Returning to the laboratory.

Where do I want to be?
What does it mean to be me?
How will I write my book?
How will this adventure look?

We - the story we tell our selves.
Sorcerers casting spells.
Turning icy water into flames.
Fatigue into bowling lanes.

Our lives bonded by imagination.
Let’s get to creation.

Progress​

Like a morphine bag you drip
Bit by bit - drip by tiny drip.
Sometimes so slow.
Don’t even notice you grow.
An ocean filled wiht a spoon.
My progression begins to bloom.

Sarcasm Delights​

Complaining redeemed sarcastically.
Skirting negativity.
Bonding tragedy and comedy.
Connecting pain and majesty.

Forest Bathing​

A breath of fresh exhlation.
A fragment of natural invitation.
Signals pulsing in swamps of prehistory.
Seductive whispers a faint mystery.

Mountains imprint a texture.
Viens of rock and arteries of dirt conjecture.
Echo the vastness of time - they remind.
As the people come and go - the soil silently remains below.

Nursed by her banks.
Inspired to utter true thanks.
Sitting in stillness arrived.
Something feels different - at last I’m alive.

Can see paradise before my eyes.
Can hear the forest buzz - alive.
Can smell soft rich mud.
Can taste fresh tree blood.

Can feel the trees embrace.
Her golden sun warms my face.
Laughter and dance and sweat fill the air.
Her music and song without care.

On A Candle I Pray​

On a candle I pray.
To finally see the day.
Where all that I do and say.
Does not matter for it was yesterday.

I surround you.
Distractions and worries few.
Strengthened and weakened in you gaze.
Lost and floating uplifted malaise.

On A Candle I Pray.
For once to see the day.
Where I am is enough.
Where I can get rid of all this fluff.

Living In the Matrix​

The matrix is real.
Each layer I peel.
Simulations in simulations.
Permutations upon permutations.

I distorted dream standing up.
My rendered hands keeping up.
Am I really this free to be.
Or am I shackled eternitally.

A prisoner of the mind.
Flirting with the divine.
Freedom is a choice we must hoist.
Upon a world of illusory shackles and mythical cackles.

Who are we under the illusion of reality.
Who knows what we could really see.
Perhaps truth on the edge of insanity.
Perhaps madness on the horizon of calamity.

Dreams absurd.
Blending of time and space beyond worlds.
Asleep - oblivious to all.
Uncoiunsious - entranced in lull.

We dream with consequences.
Seduced by false pretenses.
She earns for something that is not.
Hopes for a vision you long forgot.
Dreaming with a tether.
Otherwise you risk arriving - never.

Then I become aware.
The truth found should I so dare.

Waiting For the World to Load​

Waiting for the world to load.
Before I reach the end of the road.

Copy. Wait. Paste. Repeat.
Request. Wait. Response. Repeat.
Pain. Wait. Pleasure. Repeat.
Effort. Wait. Reward. Repeat.

Darkness. Wait. Light. Repeat.
Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Repeat.
Depression. Wait. Joy. Repeat.
Tension. Wait. Relaxation. Repeat.

Don’t forget that feeling when the darkness descends.
Don’t regret that spirit when all good things must end.

Empty.
Another movie - no movement
Watching others play - no creation.
Worried about life - no richness.
Scripts played and replayed.
Waiting for the silence to blossom.

My Demons Are Back​

Hey there old friend.
Here you are yet again.
Here to cause me pain.
Here to make me curse your name.

You make me forget sunshine and smiles.
You blacken memories you beguile.
You make me weak.
You make all good things bleak.

I hate you. I hate you.
I hate you. I hate you.
Every time I swear you off.
You return to make me soft.

Afloat in blot.
I refuse to sugar coat.
Your energy dizzy evil and rotten.
Whispers of misery once forgotten.

My spirit whimpers.
Absent dimples.

The storm is here - all becomes dark.
Suddenlty disruptively - lonely, cold - without a spark.
The sun is forgotten - was it ever really here?
Its light and redemption - was it ever truly near?

Depression has something to say.
Depression says you must act now - do not delay.
Depression masks stress in the face of despair.
But we most move on - we must dare.

The only answer I have for you.
Is to sing and shout and moan the blues.
To lament and foment against your reign.
To raise a banner to rise once again.

Yetzer Harah​

The falll whispers.
Its cry blisters.
Give in and relax - it cackles.
Indulge in this moment - release your shackles.

You suggest need.
Invite me to bleed.
An allure of balance.
A staged trance.

I leave you empty each time.
Your indulgence - a soulless crime.
Not better with you alongside.
Your flickering nodes lie.

In weakness the voices seduce.
Hey you have nothing to lose.
But iIknow that's NOT true.
I resist - I press snooze.

The spirit fights back.
Refusing to surrender in lack.
The soul remembers its divinity.
A mysterious spiritual affinity.

Wandering In the Dessert​

Finally permission to wander.
But now I ponder.
Wander where wonder why.
Who really am “I”.

How long must I wander in this desert shapeless and cold.
How long must I wonder what the future holds.
How long must I feel lost in never land.
When will I finally understand.

Wanting To Want​

I want to want.
To desire deeply.
I seek to feel.
To pursue wholeheartedly.

I want to feel horny
towards the world.
For the doors of pleasure
to beckon me forward.

I want
to want to want.
A child yelling for ice cream - taunts.

I want to unafraid unapologetic
in my mission.
Where the ache of wanting
makes all things glisten.

Yellow Umbrella​

The storm mutters.
My castle shudders.
The waves attack.
My walls lack.

The rain drowns.
My breath frowns.
Floresent yellow umbrella in wind.
Pursuit sheltering from thunderous sin.

There will always be another storm.
Don’t forget this - stay warm.

Broken Compass​

My compass is broken.
Her glass shattered uncertain.
My gut check numb ache.
My soul distant and fake.

Pursuits vain and stupid.
Hobbies distracting loopid.
I will never become HIM.
I will die in the shadow of inevitable sin.

Strength slipping through the cracks.
Demons bubble to the surface to snack.

I must move forward despite this fear.
I must work hard to persever.
For the song is never truly sweet.
More bitter and sour - a fitting defeat.

Something is wrong.
Simply doesn’t belong.
Propondererance of confidence confinscates.
Ephermeral evaporating illusion illustrates.

I aspire to flow.
To know where to be and just go.
Simply ride the waves, compass in hand.
Navigate my way to the promised land.

Things will get better - they must.
For after all where my life ends - is in the cold hard dust.
One must trust in The Way.
Otherwise you’ll only find dismay.

Judgement Day​

I’ve been here before in a crowd of faces.
Sitting with feeling that existentially displaces.
Words of affliction and judgment arise in my mind.
Pieces of language that are a far cry from kind.

Utter Futility​

Somehow I taste death.
Her silent expansive breath.
Everything I know gone. All that I am - a distant song.

All that I do empty.
Whisps of smoke shifting through the city.
Mind melding with ancestors before.
Deep empathy for what they must explore.

I know that I must die.
And in knowing that I must be compelled to try.
But the vision of my demise.
Doesnt seem to motivate me beyond this disguise.

Just Out of Reach​

The universe whispers her secrets.
I can hear the hum.
But the worlds she forms.
I'm blind to their sum.

Dreams inside of me.
Dull aching in my bones - gravity.
The earth grounds gracefully.
Yet beyond the horizon I can't fully see.

Lost in a daze.
Stumbillin in a stormy haze.
The magic words hidden from view.
God seems far too far from me and from you.

Pushing towards a goal.
Just beyond his reach - she begins to roll.

Hard to escape gravity’s pattern.
Rings you in like saturn.
Always something missing.
One step away from blissing.

Treadmill keeps you running.
Its vicoius sycle cunning.
Go for a jog or feel like shit.
Let’s just stop playing this dissatisfaction bit.

Yet somehow I belive.
One day I will grow and I WILL relieve.
The secrets to the simulation.
In a one final final gasp of exhalted exhalation.

Pride in story.
Inhabitted embodied glory.
Whispers of kol hakavod in mind.
To finally reach and finally find.

Gods Walkin Among Men​

The world has changed.
It'll never never look the same.
Gods now walkin among man.
Knowing things that we'll never understand.

Sons ask the gods.
Fathers reduced to empty useless cogs.
The brink of extinction beckons.
The age of the gods finally reckons.

Humanity defined by sweat and tears.
Fantastic in her laughter and fears.
Humanity defined by her process.
Special because God has promised.

The robots can create.
What is now of humanity’s fate?
No longer special for science and prose.
Freed from work but left to doze.

Lines of code flash upon a screen.
Finally free from this crime scene.

We work with the gods while permitted.
We rest on their strong shoulders as admitted.
Finding the balance blend of us.
Redefining ourselves in the tuss.

Humanity now free to play and feel.
To connect more deeply with what is real.
To be human redefined.
Movement and connection humanity’s signs.

Romance Checklists​

Relationship clouded in rings of smoke.
Competing visions - attempt to cloke and choke.
This partnership a checklist behind the scenes.
Pick right - lest you burst at the seams.

Todays Perfect Day​

Todays perfect day.
In the borders of her majesty's gaze.
Present perfection.
Perfect projection.

A childs dream.
Simply pull at the seem.

First light of production.
Early rays of instruction.
Orange warmth beckons dance.
Sunshine buds musical trance.

Meeting of souls midday.
Bringing kindness into foray.
Shadows grow longer.
Bodies now stronger.

Softness settles deeper.
Divine smells linger.
Laughter and play.
One last cuddle - a truly perfect day.

My Why​

A refuge for the people I love.
To shield them from the storm up above.
To build a world for them to belong.
To give them support - so they can feel strong

Must battle tougher.
Must fight until there is nothing left to muster.

Making The World Better​

Someday - will server others - my soul.
Someday - will quit the dreadfull money toll.

In a parallel reality
Things have gone terribly.
A single shift.
A tragic unrepairable rift.

One mistake.
Endless heartache.
Versions of potential scattered.
Lost among the splatter.

Tefillah​

How can I ask when I don’t really give back.
How can I besearch when I don’t address lack.
I tell God I’ll help when I get there.
But does he reply - give me some time - it’s only fair.

Georgia Tech​

Wasted precious inspiration.
Efforts to stave starvation.
Pieces of paper in the whirl.
Symbolic gestures unfurl.

Afraid Of The Dark​

Ffraid of the dark.
That that my weakness will eventually leave its mark.
Scared one day I will not rise from the dead.
That I will sink into perpetual despair instead.

Worried i’m broken deep down.
That i will wake up in five years - a sad clown.
Every time i emerge from the dark - feels like luck.
Just praying to god that this gifted luck doesn’t get fucked.

Tryin to stay strong and brave.
But sometimes my spirit doesn’t behave.
Worried about everything and nothing in sight.
That the world will end - that it might never ignite.

Stormy Afternoon​

Sometimes lightening strikes - you don't know why.
Two sparks collide - a pie in the sky.
The weather is right and the soup is warm. T
he blankets are cozy amidst the strom.

Coming Back Home​

Too tired prematurely.
Too weary pre-emtivley.
Instinctive travel distracting.
Energy wasted - unraveling.
Building compounding at home.
No where else to go - no where else to roam.

Tallis Gadol​

Just feels right.
Held soft and tight.
Smell that grounds.
Warmth that surrounds.

Stings beating - ta ta.
Body shuckling - ka ka.
Channel to god himself.
Reminder that outside of love - there is nothing else.

News Cycle​

News - confuse.
Bumuse - obtuse.
Static filling space.
Negativity - gloom laced.

Reality obstructed.
Reactivity deconstructed.
Stoicism cross hairs.
Informations narly snares.

Yosefa​

Purple hair and graceful.
Moves through the world faithful.
Has seen the body heal.
A trance where the soul feels.
Her voice humble and kind.
A bubble of sensitivity and mind.

Game Over​

Away from the game.
Things may never be the same.
My heart breaks.
My balls ache.
Other people’s connection.
A painful reflection.

Venice Beach​

Venice beach chocolate from rodrigo.
Passion fruit flavor to ease the ego.

Nervous decision in a far out place.
Three astronauts venturing to zoo space.
Legal mushrooms and a vague plans.
Habitats and laughter changing hands.

Each scene characters from the show.
Each path a destiny to grow.
A couple of shepards edges time forward.
A parade of keepers my lord.

The Vampire​

The vampire within me - never leaves.
Always lurking - ready to theive.
Steals moments of joy and flickers of dance.
Shackles a dreadful hopeless trance.

Yet eventually, slience returns - the mission reemerges.
Distractions ceases to discouarge.
Calm strength in the current.
Stepping along the river - a steady directed torrent.

Tisha Beav​

Separated in space and time from my brothers.
Born to different traditions and different mothers.
My people mourn while on sugar and meats I fress.
Is this freedom or has my soul regressed.

What am i mourning this year.
Is it antisemitism and lies - the eternal smear.
Or perhaps its inward - a personal failing to rise.
A suggestion that my lack of courage will be my demise.

Who am i while my people suffer together.
Who am i if i don’t do somehing better.
I mourn again and again but whats my ETA.
A time of reflection but what am i trying to say.

This year i mourn the division of our nation.
I grieve that i haven’t been strong enough to move forward creation. t
This year i pledge to love and embrace.
To be a man of god - to inhabit this world with grace.

The Modern Condition​

They laud loneliness as freedom.
They celebrate modern heathen.
Don’t understand - this insistence.
So done - all this distance.

He hopes to fight and forage.
But prefers his bed and porage.
Seeks to live off land.
But likes his tv stand.

Backpacking​

Don’t know enough to settle down.
Not there deep down.
The backpack will set your free.
Some nature some movement - a dash of glee.

The Climb​

Perhaps all of this time.
Really is about the climb.
Wach step a risk.
Each foot in mist.

On the trail of liken and granite.
Each leap not taken for granted.

The Beast Within​

He demands loyalty.
Insists upon royalty.
The beast growls and mashes teeth.
Its energy and efforts unleashed.

Kept alive in disciplined faith.
Standing before darkness - a godly race.

Vieter​

Huanted by bittul.
Your time your name - your kittul.
Old but don't know things.
Aged without value rings.

You are worthy of God.
Vieter step by step you trod.

Recreative Recreation​

A life awesome.
Where compentence and love blosom.
Soul of music dance design.
Mind of meditation engineering aligned.

Groovin where the right dance takes you.
Allow god to recreate you.

Bridges In the Sky​

We are beings of love.
Looking for bridges up above.
To cross over and embrace.
To connect with equanimity and grace.

What do we share my dear.
How do I see you more clear.
How can we spend time together.
Togehter we are simply better.

Brady Street​

Lost at sea.
Challenged by what could be.
Bored tired and shackled.
Strange women dance and cackle.

Their shapes invite release.
Bu their eyes dead - souls diseased.
Nights lost in windy sin.
Weekends fade in chagrin.

Niggunim​

Nusach - prompt something real when your heart flutters.
Niggun - activate the voice in each utter.
Dance of text and melody awaken something deep.
Suddenly the divine - no longer asleep.

Time To Workout​

Demons crack.
Foolish lacks.
Not good enough.
Never good enough.
Imposter pretender.
Impotent trender.
Dreams confusion.
Vision retribution.

Time for the gym.

Senses Under Creation​

Unable to sense.
Without full presence.
Unable to be.
Without creativity.

Can’t see light.
Without drawing right.
Can’t hear sound.
Without percussive pound.

Can’t feel my guf.
Without wicked groove.
Can’t think straight.
Without challenging in sight.

To behold is to create.

Night Work​

Time believed rest.
Soft nourishing breast.
No longer empty.
Her preperation for tomorrows plenty.

Productivity without reistence.
Lost in her cloaking magnificence.

Kidushin​

Divine intamacy.
Preserving integrity.
Sensual spirituality.
Holy reality.

Hugging truthfully.
Caring fruitfully.
Trusting wholeheartedly.
Expressing authentically.

Free Will​

Freedom to choose.
To win or to lose.
Faith - his mighty grace.
Trust - his kind face.

Verging of victory and collapse.
God please bring my fighting wraps.

A Good Life​

What do YOU want - love.
What do YOU need - help from above.
How do you want your day to be.
Perhaps less lonely perhaps more free.

Work, art, movement, and play.
With people I love - now that’s a good day :)

Benos Yisrael Zonos​

Reap what you sow.
Sad when ya know.
Toying with kedusha.
Paying the price - perutzah.

Missing Ya​

Missing ya.
Miss kissing ya.
Miss the things that were.
Missing the things that could have been more.

Miss holding and squeezing your hand - a dance.
Miss watching you do your thing - a privledge - a trance.

Open Water​

Giting beauty - silent noise.
Water fire - natures toys.
Training tired - wet suit.
Checking checks - splashing hoot.
Breathing floating - soaring blind.
School fish - the world left behind.

Likes And Dislikes​

Likes adventure and meditation.
Dislikes smoking and temptation.
Likes books and dance.
Dislikes loud bars and club trance.

Likes authenticity liberty reliability.
Dislikes social signaling duplicity.
Likes lyrics and kumzitz.
Dislikes group discussions and fake tits.

Likes simplicity and minimalism.
Dislikes excess and tribalism.

Good Morning Nam​

Hustle. bustle. tustle.
Policy of poverty and muscle.
Yells honks crowd ears.
Peace n quiet feared.

Wealthy negotiate cents.
Locals fight payment rents.
Bros fly passport.
Locals sell daughters dirt.
Burning garbage poisons.
Equity solidarity imprisons.

Travel Blurs​

Faces and names.
Blur of cities and games.
Waking up somewhere new.
The past out of view.

Thoughts of family rise in the mist.
Consistency among the blitz.

Selling happiness one step removed.
Suggesting fictions - a muse.
Travel fatigue reminds.
Home family peace - here the whole time.

God Bless America​

Proud - your son.
Glad - a chosen one.
Freedom in blood.
Sweat grit and mud.

In god we trust.
In liberty we lust.
Woke mind virus suffocated.
Dreams no longer castrated.

Late Night Walks​

Late nights talking.
Late nights walking.
You remind me that time is light.
That the night is long - her dance delights.

Phases​

Life all about phases.
Each new trip - new script she raises.
Trip to a distant land.
Oh you just got here - well I'm leaving - you understand.

The experienced know all to well.
How things progress - they can show and tell.

Division​

Social sophistication - separated.
Special sounds - segregated.
Sentences strip strongly.
Symbols slice softly.

Mario Kart​

Its mario kart and I’m passing through.
Chasing ghosts of me an' you.
Shadows of a race in sand.
Clock counts down - and here i am.

Falling In And Out Of Love​

A savior - knight in shining armour. Now blabbering snake - a berieved farmer. Did I really once love you so whole. Do you once possess what I wanted to hold.

Delight to frustration. Many ways to articulate deflation. Slaves to the rythms of time once more. Waiting for the light to return radiant lore.

Who Designed A System​

Who designed this system.

Resistent to things that feed it. Persistenly defeated.

Who designed this system.

Snow White​

Sleeping. On a plush couch of patience blue. Relaxing. The whole world frozen true.

Kiss of redemption. Directional existential suggestion. Faith in something somewhere somehow. To which I kneel and bow.

Where Are You??​

Where are you love. The night blue. My bed warm but silent. A form of violence.

Stone Crossroads​

All paths through stone. All pivots in tone. Remembering right now tomorrow. Moving on past future borrowed.

Cool Coldness​

Would I be nice if life were right. If existence were expansive and ever less tight. Would I be kind and listen true. If caring about the stranger meant I cared less about you.

Time Out​

Life without color. Moments without space. Time outs a shelter. A breather from this race.

My Remix​

Creators remixing. Calloborative recycling. Collectors refreshing. Connecters perfecting.

Once Upon A Time​

Once upon a time. In a land far far away. Lay a wonderful man. Trying to find his way.

He tried this way and that. This thing and the other. But no matter the effort. He couldn't seem to find his other.

He searched the lands. High and low. Wondering and wandering. Above and below.

He prayed to God. For help in his path. Praying that one day. This too would pass.

End Of The Line​

Mornings ritual. Passsing pityful. Finally accepted. Quickly dejected.

IRL awaits. Retuning familiar gaits. Prayer reinstated. Plans recreated.

My Love Story - A Day​

Hugging her in bed. Softly kissing her head. Smelling her fresh brew. Sharing her space as the day begins anew.

Listening to the rythm of her keys. Watching her sweet face tease. Checking in from time to time. Feeling her pulse - making sure we're aligned.

Working and building together. Sharing and spening moments quite tethered. Getting lost in the whirls of time. Perfecting the art of the lime.

Going down for a nap. Our bodies so perfectly mapped. Making art side by side aglow. Dancing and training shared flow.

Watching TV as the night slowly covers. Laughter and insight spontaniously discovered. Limbs tangled as we lounge and read. The heat of our limbs satisfy any need.

I love you so much my best friend. I love you so much up from beginning to end.

Afraid To Leave The Nest​

Afraid to leave. Knowing how much I bleed. Afraid to leap. Knowing that darkness creaps.

Afraid to make the same mistakes. Over and over again aches. Afraid to be alone. Again and again to be alone.

Afraid to lose my energy. To travel far and return empty. Afraid to lose my yiddishkiet once more. To beseach God - to implore and be ignored.

Please hakadosh baruch hu - help me be a mensch. Please hakadosh baruch hu - help me be a mensch.

Special C Cuddles​

Your voice so kind. Your laughter aligned. Your smile soft.
Your spirit aloft.

Respectin your courage creative. Respectin your restraint corrective. Feelin your grief. Feelin your hopes relief.

Happy we're a part of this mist. Stoked not separately adrift. The more I discover. The more awe I uncover.

Chamudah Sheli: Reservations​

I find myself saying no and I don't know why. I love you so deeply - why does this feel like goodbye.

Everything is ok - I confirm we're good. But in my heart I worry that things are misunderstood.

I want to hug you reassure you to the end of time. But doubt looms distant these voices a crime.

I see the future before us. I hear laughter and comfort. I wonder somehow why I want us to hurt.

The world fades bounderies blur. I wonder again what is all of this for.

What am I afraid of why can't I give my heart fully to you Why is everything an adventure to crash when her time is due.

Is This Kedai​

What would have to feel different for this to feel Kedai. What would need to be right to say until the day I die.

Here I am again once more. But this also feels different much more to adore.

Close To Burning​

My life is wonderful and bright. My time is free with delight. How could things possibly be wrong? Why not be confident and strong?

My heart aches. My spirit yet again breaks. Clear thinking dissipates. Nightmares and horror gravitate.

The forest could burn with one match. Ignited and frighted - a frantic scratch. Worried one day I'll call it quits. Worried one day I won't, and I'll tear apart, bit by bits.

Zero Yirat Shamayim​

I don't fear God Like my great grand parents did. I don't strike my chest In a guilty dirty bid.

My bloodline proudly Jewish My heritage leans love. A mission driven legacy In service of whats above.

Shabbat a gift to man. Kashrut a proxy for care. Tzeniyut a reminder to love. Teffilah a call to greatly dare.

Kiddush Klub​

Two bar mitzvahs old. Stories not lived nor told Dizzied in crowds. Memories ring loud.

Faces fast and slow. Distracting reminiscent show. Where is my hairbrush A peace in all of this rush.

Shabbat Suffocation​

Shabbat a reset. Repairs the recent indecent. Behind doors switches flick. In the shadows people pick.

Holy prisons poison. Needles an addicts sin. Worlds too old to reach. My coral reef bleached.

Simple Pleasures​

Mellow mornings, warm hugs, deep lyrics. Conversations that make time disappear. A really interesting question. Living life alongside good people. Keeping it simple. Silly sitcoms, a great book, winter cuddles. Spontaneous hellos, just because. Candlelit showers after a hard workout. Warm cookies with cold milk. Laughing at the absurdity of it all. Remembering the secret to the universe, then forgetting it again.

Power​

All after power Dressed up in many face. Each seeking energy To guide and shape paces.

Slow Living​

Living at a snails pace. Moving peacefull - not a race. Allow stillness to cocreate. Ivites quiet to participate.

Slow fast slow. Patience flow. Mindful simplicity. Distractionless recipies.

Tugs to fit in. Cries of pathetic sin. Listening in calm. Breath by breath - no alarm.

Returning To Paper​

Screen be damned. Minds fragile and slammed. Basic back in hand. Pencils wiggle demands.

Balding In The Mirror​

Expecting beauty when I am plain. Forcasting stability when I am insane.

Head held high heart under pressure. Shoulders forward proud soul space displeasured.

SS SK​

Drawn. Familiar and strong. Again. Why do I pretend.

A Man In The Midbar​

Ancient stories. Far off flurries. Distant echoes. Theoretical blows.

Crying in the dessert. Angry - this isn't it. No water no food. Ignorant blind - somehow rude.

Our myth reminds. In the literal sands of time. Every man obligated. To sof sof see himself liberated.

Shirtless​

To be seen. Known by gleen. Beheld in skin. Tasted of sin.

Freshman Dorm​

8 years in the past. Worlds without last. Dreams and wonders. Raped and blundered.

Different for you dear. Things seen so clear. Blessing you with love. Kisses of adventure fun hugs.

Jewish Girls​

Belief absent dogma. Relief absent trauma. Jewish - but why? Tribalism - why try?

Yiddish mission. Holy kishrin. Connection confines. Cultural spiritual ties.

Raised Hands​

Pride. My fucking effort my fucking ride. Done apoligizing. Kvetching and whining and scrutinizing.

Laughing Queen​

Charan's myth embodied. Drawn water in laughter. Fate gifted pre closing. Tastes of - happily ever after.

Sins Of Omission​

Casual - a lie. Lazy short-sighted sighs. Words withheld. Spaces never held.

Whispers blame concrete. Chaos of the street. This soul knows better. This heart - a hopefull romantic letter.

Tastes Of Gan Eden​

For 24 hours. The gardens scent flowers. Her secret blooms. Visions of future subsume.

Even in the moment. He knows to savor the fruit sent. For tomorrow might bring defeat. And again he will forget what its like to eat.

City That Never Sleeps​

Hey NYC. Thanks for having me. Taught me so much. Perhaps now more in touch.

Lost in your noise. Corrupted overwhelmed poise. So many bodies - one space. So many figures - one pace.

Where do you want to be. Who do you want to see. Winter looms. Foreboding gloom. My future unclear. Where does one go from here.

Worse Comes To Worse​

Worse comes to worse - I'll burn. For 99 years - I'll curse and squirm. But then - my time - will come. Finally - to be deleted - from God's cruel kingdom.

Doing This For You​

I'm strong. Not because I know right from wrong. I'm strong. Because I know that you and I belong.

Trying To Give More Fucks​

I wish I cared more. About news about fueds about war. I wish I loved the game. The money the success the fame.

I don't really care all that much. Simplicity is simply wondefully clutch.

Wedding Speech​

Hey SILLY goose - here WE are. How from the START we've come so SO far.

In this moment ITM I just want to say. I love you so WONDERFULLY much - all the time - every day.

I love many things about you - my TWIN 19 months apart. I love how you live so authentically RADICALY from the heart.

I love how you DANCE with freedom and swagger. I love how your ENERGY inspires a room FULL of mc jaggers.

I love how you LAUGH - you're the silly goose OG. Your spirit bold and real - your humor infectionsly free.

I love how much you CARE - as visions come and go. The way you throw yourself at the world - makes the WHOLE world glow.

I love your COURAGE and resilience when times are rough. How a streak of RED only highlighted your tough.

I love how you love the SIMPLE things. Mugs, biking, reading, writing, no phone - whatever the day brings.

I love how I can look into your eyes and feel SEEN. To know that you KNOW what my this moment might mean.

Thank you Ashira for being you. I appreciate your SOUL - more than I can possibly put into words - it's true.

Sam - you make Ashira shine. Your vulnerable, strong, soulful spirit - a wondeful melody line.

I give you both a blessing - a bracha from the soul. That your love contineus to grow more and more full.

Love you guys - mazal tov!!

Virgin Heart​

Body impure. Enacted rituals of romance - alured. Heart and soul - a virgin. Untainted - in false commitments sin.

Waiting for you to say the word. When you arive - I'll swear it - in the name of the lord.

Songs To God​

Singing with the divine. An old storied past time. Now lost - to love songs. Oh - where or where - did we go so wrong.

Growing Up​

All grown up - now. In a flash - somehow. A new brother - integration. Sharing you with another - expectation.

Star Of David​

Davids star handed. Golden nazi symbols rebranded. Pride or pity. Strength turned sympathy.

Bestest Dad​

Strong reliable funky cool. My dad - fundamentally rules. God drones mines gold. You - the most wonderful story ever told.

Tashlich Release​

Prayer uttered. Intentions muttered. Bread thrown. Growth sown.

City Blues​

Lease aquired. Space hired. Fears inquired. Pains inspired.

Startup Pains​

Seeking to create. Something Godly - something finally great. Ideas - so simply cheap. Fantasies that seduce and creap. Only organized buy in matters. Otherwise ideas softly shatter.

Bullshit Bittul​

Words frivilously wasted. Golden time callously debasted. Realkiet again molested. Action distant - tested.

Jewish Blood​

Why does it matter. Heart reds pitter patter. Why do I care. Sets of specific genes to pair.

Mama lashon mama tush. Magical words that powerfully push. Mission distraction superstition. Suble forms of divine reaction.

FOMO​

Fear of missing out. Decision's nagging sinking doubt. Split between time and place. What is finally the right space.

Much of this drive. Bees that buzz ahive. The mystical HER. A perpetual siren's alure.

What happens when she is found. What will I care about deep deep down.

We Can Do Better Than This​

Another packed rooms. Another mission looms. Alchohol and music drown. Real connection nowhere to be found.

We can do better than this. How can we solve fusion but not this.

Crushing On You​

Crushin reminds me. That taste of eternity. Her goast haunts. My body finally wants.

Waiting for her to text. Wondering where fate might take me next. Hashem please guide my vision. Allow me to tap into my divine mission.

Going Out​

Am I boring? Dreadful snoring? Is it wrong to want smaller earlier chiller drier healthier wiser.

Not here to party into the morning. Not here to field pressure from "boring". Here to find laughter and connection. Here to touch cuddles and perfection.

Claude's Commit​

Committed fraud. In the name of Claude. Brought to my knees. Begging pleading please.

Rejection's Sting​

Rejected you - first. Yet somehow your words - curse. Rejection's - one thousand stings. Closer to the one - she brings.

Doomsday Prep​

My practices inspired. By disastrous fire. Creative expression - safety net's strand. When the walls cave in - may I be strong enough to withstand.

The Pigeons​

The pigeon lays down. Trauma and insanity's gown. Pleading n cursing the crowd. Who can listen - life feels too loud.

Unquestionable Attraction​

Attraction - absent distraction. Passion - absent detraction. Wanting to want all parts of you. Not just to lust after a few.

What does a mensch mean - with full disclosure. What does a man mean - when doubts allure. What if one day I wake up alone. What if one day I wake up next to someone - but I'm on my own.

Not wanting to waste your time. An indulgent distraction on this timeline. Somehow already staring to deeply care. When the night melts away and your smile ensnares.

How can I know when I taste fear and play. How can I know when I've never know THE day.

Alone With God​

I'm alone with Him. Through today's thickness and thin. No one will ever see me better. Knowing my soul - each and every letter.

Hallaween NYC​

Why would I leave to party in the cold.
When I can sit here with you in the fold. To look at you when when the day is through. And know deep down that I love you.

Why Am I Here​

My body knows what my head does not. Muscles and flesh - blood and snot. My head tells my body to groove. But my legs cast themselves in concrete - refusing to move.

430 AM Nightmare​

Blurry nightmares anchored in reality. Can't get up - still tethered - now pittied. Noise reverberates through fractured wakefullness. Chained to this bed - no choice - but to remise.

All Want The Same​

Like you like to go out I like to stay in. Like you like to smoke I like to gaze within.

Like you like DJs I like quiet nights. Like you like hazy bars I like soft lights.

Comfortably Numb​

Where'd you go. Why does it feel like your soul no showed. It hurts me to realize what you've suffered. Pains me to feel what your body has buffered.

The Check​

Bleeding out for a reason. But this investment feels steep. Going out for my - eshet chayil But somehow - my soul feels cheap.

Bleeding Dry​

Finding myself here. Searching to hold dear. Funds drop - leaves in fall. Praying for peace - to finally breathe tall.

Edge Of Bliss​

Waking up at the edge of heaven. Her warmth - lingers in my arms. Memories of her touch fade black. Oh reality I don't want to be back.

Embodied Love​

Careless carefree actions. Reckless silly distractions. Whispers of free love abound. Their promises slowly invevitably.

Consecrated in caring. Enters an act of pairing. Closeness of flesh. Space for souls emeshed.

Relationship Virgin​

Never a girlfriend. Knows not sleeping with his best friend. Pure of heart. Hashem when will this journey finally start.

Shmuzing Shenanigans​

Each time I doubt. What will I talk about - with what clout. And yet the shmuz finds ground. A beautiful dance goes round and round.

All The Time​

All the time in the world But no one to spend it with - tonight. All the love in the world. But no one to squeeze and hold tight.

N Of 1​

N of 1. Searching for what might not exist. Fingerprint in the sand. Celebrate now lest life be missed.

Disinvited​

Actions have consequences eventually. Highs bring lows brings high you see. One nights lusts - harshly echos. One nights thrusts - inevitably throws.

Why Not Me​

Why not me. Why not this guy drinking tea. Don't have much to share. But there are some nuggets to put forward - should I dare.

You Are Not Ready​

You expect a relationship - you child. You expect to settle down - this wild. Love - not born from lust. Love and commitment - born from patient tender trust.

Growing Up​

Learning to trust - you. That your intutiion deep down - is true. Like a lamb to the slaugher. Stay away from cloudy water.

Ariels Wiki​

A year ago started. Structured and restructured - retarded. Why am I trying to say. Do I belive enough to lay In the public square posed. My name revelaed and my neck exposed.

Apikores​

Those that deny God, Deny more than his memes. Somehow they also deny, Spiritual visions that dare to dream.

Suicide Watch​

Practice for doomsday destruction. When life explodes in corruption. When your wife dies, And the lake heals. When your body cries, And dance deals. When your forever leaves, And song repairs. When your vision darkes, And God's eyes stare.

Carved In Contrast​

"Other" - needed to mark. Where I begin and - "other" larks. "Another" - needed to contrast. Where I nourish and - "another" fasts.

Going Sober In A City Of Juice​

Choosing to refrain. Where others disdain. In a city of juice. Now a spirits recluse. Pulling back from brink. No longer needing another drink.

Sheviti Lenegdi Tamid​

Back - in flashes. Fantasies - born of ashes. His love in spurts. Radiance softly contorts. Trying to feel connected. To raise from the dead - God selected.

Natural Selection​

She also wants love - so much she writes songs. She also wants to be held - so much to belong. But God has crafted - a skin of selection. So that only the right man - should find this ultimate connection.

Empty Hakafot​

Celebration of the Torah. Of God's divine sacred aura. But only a few in the vast crowd. Are really dancing with God - and chanting aloud.

Playing God's Grace​

If I judge the people with eyes of grace. Then God must in turn find a loving pace. For if I can see the child in Ploni's heart. And pray that he finds a mensch's start. Then God must help him return. He must find a way to have him reborn.

Onward We Go​

So damn hard to find. Energies simply aligned. Nights like this make me want to cry. To call out to God and ask him - Why?

Born Again Human​

Born of grief. Born of a truth in relief. Newness uncovered. Novelty re-discovered.

New worlds glimmered. Novel experiences shimmered. How quickly spells grayed. How eyes darken and the magic fades.

The Joker​

Too serious - yet again. Feinging uniqueness - silly pretend. So special so unique. Better than anything - the world so bleak. Words further distance and separate. Momentary ego boosts - quickly disapate. My son, be a simple kind of man. Don't forget to trust - THIS is gods grand plan.

Falling In And Out Of Love​

Worlds sparkled when I thought of you. Moments sang and angles too. Now - just another name. Another set of letters - forgotten in love's game.

Left Behind​

Left behind - clouds of hazy archive. Let's rewind - how'd he successful arrive. Felt smarter and harder than he. Felt larger and brighter than his eyes could see But God speaks back. What you have and what you lack. All of it - a divine snack.

Gadolim Cards​

Same dream. Different name. Same scream. Different game. Still dreaming to be a Gadol. To satisfy that each otop my soul.

Dipping Out Early​

Bars and booze women and moves. Can't play pretend piety For temptation is flightly.

Grateful to you Traits that hold me true to the values I hope and to the God I choose to behold.

Stored Potential​

A secret the ancients knew. That with saved seed plants grew.

Permission To Be Weird​

Release into absurdism. Allowed sanctioned tism. My beloved - your eyes reinforce. Lifting a lifelong curse.

Space To Build​

My life - different in a flash. One second me - another moment together mashed. Now - space to connect to THIS soul. So that when we come together - we may be full.

Trief Cholent​

What kind of Jew are you? Kind of Jew - with trief stew. Stew trief - spirit connected. Perfect synthesis for souls dejected.

Green Pixel​

Green pixel shines. To remind us of a place and time. Where tayvah won. Zecher La'churban.

Gray On Gray​

Wrapped n' layers of gray. Shades and textures differentially laid. A calm bridge between extremes. Balanced in mininimalist esteem.

Lovin' Work​

Work? Cries. Job? Sighs. Permission responds another. Work? Gratitude - thank you brother.

Return Of The Nusach​

Suddenly words and worlds are back. An unexpected spiritually delightful heart attack. Berachot of gratitude and affirmation. Now primed by divine re-creation.

Strong Like Bull​

Only you - can see football as choreography. Only you - can see players in their tragedy. Only you - are STRONG like a bull. Only you - with your wonderful soul.

Letting Go For A Bit​

Letting go of this fear. 30 years plus and not near. Allowing time to navigate. For when the moment moments - it'll be at the hands of fate.

Knowing Me​

People think they know. Who I am down deep below. This person they describe. Shallow approximations of how I am truly alive.

Small Heartbreaks​

So great to see your smile. It's been some time - quite a while. This feeling - happy sad and tragic. A stranger - where there once was magic.

Flirting Clothes On​

Too old. Otherwise interest sold. The ZONE returns. Reminds and better relearns.

In Sickness And In Health​

I'm only me - healthy. Only me - when boyount and free. Sickness ravages my phsyical seat. Teasing and taunting - hard to defeat.

Yet in a similiar moan. Soft freedom from noise - hard to bemoan. Much of my day set in hustle and bustle. What remains - when you take away the muscle.

Shmirat Zera​

Whispers the same. Vague health claims. Lies so lame. Inevitable shame.

Subway Heartbreak​

Theater of strangers. Pouting red lips endanger. What if I said hi. Bing bam boom - gone without saying goodbye.

Don't Leave Me​

Can't go back. To meaningless suffucating black. I brought you in. Please stay with me - good times and sin.

Solo Projects​

Solo if I have to. Better shared with someon kind and true. Together discovering how the world runs. Your eyes shared space now let's have fun.

Today's Inspo​

Project's inspiration mushed. Evil's whispers hushed. Pursuit deemed real. God's spirit back in zeal.

Distributed Leadership​

Like Moshe - post complaints. Now invoked - 70 saints. Burden - not born alone. Ansesteral languae - to slowly atone.

Warrior Clown​

Less clown less goof. More warrior more oof. Time to laugh and time to cry. Please God - let me create before I die.

Seeing Your Beauty​

Moments where your privilege shows. Where your entitled nature mows. I want to shout you DON'T understand. I choose instead to make amends. In this moment I'm called by Him. Show grace to your wonderful child within.

Making Meaning​

Life on paper. Slimmed in time's taper. Written - moments that feel. Don't froget - each second so very real.

Becoming Worthy​

For you - mi amour. Can rise - in shining armor. For you - your golden smile. Can overcome - any trail.

Don't Forget​

Zapped - by sap. Don't forget - to tap. Into - your family tree. You have a home - when life gets so very lonely.

Hate Is Pain​

Hate. A pain's gait. Harm. A hearts alarm. Anger. A soul's danger.

Wishing you golden blessing. Abundance overflows and worlds sing.

Visualization Exercise​

I know. Like the river flows. What I want here What I really hold dear.

Achi​

Are you my brother? Or just a random another. Can we really sit down and SHMUZ. Or is it this a time snooze. Can I call you when I'm low and high. Or are is this a scheduled lie.

Between Worlds​

The soul of a blue hair they them poet. The values of a frum orthodox poresh.

The swayings of a gentle emotive dancer. The kicks and punches of a fighter's answer.

The early morning of a zayde waking up to greet the sun. The giggles of a toddler just wanting to have some fun.

Between worlds of blue and red. Between stories of silience and said.

Shabbos Kodesh​

They mock what I think holy and precious. A bizayon of ritual - am I being too zelous.

Shabbat Busha​

This - is not me. Still torn between words - eternally. 26 years old - in a bathroom stall. Perhaps Dallas is the end all be all.

Sick Phone Call​

You're the one I call. When life gets stuck and I'm about to fall. What my mother once did with sweetness. You will respond with a hug and kindness.

The Mural Of Entrepreneurship​

Business - creative creation. Beyond money - therein lies fascination. Solving and dodging - markets update. You play right - you finally rate.

Souls Under Layers​

Heavy bodies fight strain. Years later against the grain. Unlucky but not unworthy of. Divine light - hugs from above.

Al Teasu​

Swayed in tayvah. Indulged - boxes of Godiva. Apoligies - bought the myth. Kedushah is real - and so is a kiss.

Dead Time​

Killin time before my head rests. Before my eyes close and my soul resets. Not enough energy to create. Must wait the clock to swing hours late.

Midlife Crisis​

Dreams of a child. Now ever meek n' mild. Rockstar glories. Sage's stories. This childs sparkling light. Now gray - nowhere in sight.

Winning The Lottery​

Winning the lottery. From the game - now finally free. Who - am I now. Are things different somehow. Or - are things wonderfully the same. Bits more relaxed - but just as tame.

Being Jewish​

Israel and yiddishkiet. Two poles of jewish light. Without which her glimmers of light. Are often lost to times of fright and delight.

No Better​

No better - than you. Not better - chosen few. Souls - shine through. Matters not - your professional stew.

Notepad App​

My heart - transcribed. In this notepad - bona fied. Useless words - scatter about. Where is this going - where is the route.

Dream Life​

Dream life. Freedom to work - no strife. Dream exist-ence. Time to play - no tense. Dream sched-ule. Naps after lunch - no rule. Dream prayer. Help me keep going - no snare.

Teflillah From The Brink​

Niggun in nusach - revives. Back from the brink - now alive. Gods vibrations - spoken. Now - a little less broken.

Redefining Cool​

Ruchniyut - assesses without care. For what your face looks like - and for what you wear. Cool is confident, has their shit together - play. Cool - a sunshine's ray.

Clean Toilets​

Pearl white porcelain's - reflection. Ego's haughty - dejection. In its place - she returns. Humility and perspective - she learns.

Talmud Torah​

Can't imagine myself - there. My sons and daughters - bare. Their souls - never knowing your sweatness. Oh how such a vision - invites bitter bleakness.

Choosig Differently​

Men flock to the city to find - kinegdo. Well if this is it - where is the creshendo. Perhaps I can attract differntly somehow. Do I dare act fully - right now.

Love Burn Tourism​

Playgrounds absent children. Toying with pretend. Dancing to digital music. Wishing for guitar - electric. Water meets nudism. Glimmers of form - no ludism. As the sun sets and moments fade. All that matters are friends made. Paridise folds and reality beckons. Happy to integrate incorporate these blessings.

I Don't Know​

I don't know God - not really. But I feel Him - so deeply. Rediscovered in myth and language. Finally on the right page.

All It Takes​

One strike. One like. One sun One some-one.

Two smiles. Two dials. Two meets. Two heart-beats.

Friend Zoned 125th​

Lost - your smirk. Gaze - softened quirk. Bodies - grazed in contact. 125th - friendship's pact.

Is It Enough​

The morning perfect. The afternoon without defect. Each move magnificent. Why isn’t this enough to ascent.

Blue Bubble​

Hey. Blue ubble - now ok. A fight - not worth fighting. Blue bubbles - now how delighting.

Wasted Energy​

What to call you. Where to find you. Sound bites in gust. Is this really a must.

Socially Sore​

Socially sore. Words bore. More and more. Let's simply ignore.

Trying Too Hard To Try​

Trying too hard to try. To live and not to die. Trying to do too many things. Trying to get it in - before the bell rings.

But the eitzah is to try - not. For nothing matters - not a lot. Nothing matters - it's all mist. Breathe in breathe out - hiss.

Sheep Organs​

Neck slit. Death-sit. Gurgling blood. Red mud.

Skin peeled.
Flesh revealed. Belly split. Organs - that's it. At the end. Simply flesh and pretend.

Emotive Slop​

Woke expressions. Preformative obesssions. DRY ignored. Less is more, my lord.

Hashem I Miss You​

Last night - lying in fright. Told you I missed you - told you I'd fight.

Last night - losing my sight. Told you I'd find you - my heavenly light.

Tired Fingers​

My hand slows. My fingers tire. My frustration grows. My memories lier.

The Approach​

Afraid. Your gaze melts like wax. Unworthy. Your lips whisper cracks.

Audacity. Am I enough to say hello? Nerves. What if she says no?

Courage. What if she say no? Strength. Enough to say hello.

Confidnce. My soul is worthy in fact. Action. My approach now sure and relaxed.

Waiting To Believe​

Waiting to trust again. Again waiting to believe. Waiting to feel again. Again waiting to cleave.

Inside On A Sunny Day​

The Park - swarms. Musicians - preform. Sunshine - heats. People - fill streets.

I sit - inside. Content with my machine - satisfied.

Waggin My Tail​

Door clink. Feet dink. Sadness sag. Tail wag.

Birthday Blues 27​

Waiting for this to pass. No spotlight cast. Hopefully over soon. Outrunning another moon.

Not good enough.​

Not enough. Not strong enough. Not enough. Not rich enough.

Not enough. Not smart enough. Not enough. Not fit enough.

(Exhale.)

My child. (Pause) Enough. You are. (Pause) Enough.

Enough stuff. Enough fluff. Enough rough. Enough. Simply enough.

Watching The Sun Set​

How slow could the world go.

How pleasent and kind.

Cose you eyes and know.

What is in God's mind.

Porcilin Gods​

Porcling. Praying. Pathetic. Prostrating.

Never fuckin again. Let's not play pretend.

Startup Sefakot​

Lighting in a cup. Exciting and frightening - that's whats up. Delusion and it just might work. Every day a blessing - to the future champaigne cork.

Yellow Rectangles​

Cookies - half moon. Teas leaves - attuned. Shades of bright and absense. Stories of dreams and passions.

Active Voice​

Poetry - written not read. Music - preformed not listened. Ideas - discussed not absorbed. Sports - played not watched.

Smoke Break​

Question of the day. Givin' something to say. Journalists who care. Mics and recording should we dare.

Tiny Shoes​

Tiny shoes at the door. Tiny shoes on the floor. Tiny hands at my neck. Tiny man feels the wreck.

No Pork Jews​

Blood - partially Semitic. Faith - fully here-tic. Tradition - barely feld.
Yet porks abstinence - wholly held.

Pre Date Jitters​

No thoughts no chatter. Present - like life don't matter. Legs, phone, face - misplaced. Please God, let me out of this rat race.

Anxious Abs​

Abs - sculpted stress. Furrows and coutours - duress. Core - tight together. Dreams and nightmares - light as a feather.

3.5 Days​

Wanting to stay longer. But I’ll be back when I’m stronger. When I’ve crafted a life. No longer balancing on a thin knife.

Hugs Over Handshakes​

Handshakes - hugs with hands. Alone outstreached - they stand. Heart hugs - on the other hand. Bond and connect - like a rubber band.

Community Rules​

The moment shared - a small sacrifice. Scaled - now bounded is life. Togetherness - costs of individual liberty. Constraints - of subscribed divinity.

And Maybe​

And maybe it was the moment. And maybe it was past tormet. And maybe it's me. And maybe it's we.

And maybe and maybe I'm scared. And maybe it's because I've never dared. And maybe I'm in over my head. And maybe that's cause I'm not yet dead.

I Trust​

I trust that you've tried hard. Wokin up every day to play the right card.

I trust.

Lookin For Reasons​

Wantin' to run away like before Can so clearly see the door. To pull the chord - fly away. Sail to far off lands - I sway.

Kisses And Hugs​

Wantin my affection to mean something real. Not simply lust, not simply zeal. For you to know, that my lips can hold your heart. That these callused hands offer a future start.

My Blue Eyed Songbird​

Pills of hazel and rings of blue. Songs of angels and strings that coo. Chills of stream and pressures gust. Your smile so warm, your heart I trust.

I Think I Like You​

I like you. I know we have our distinctions. I like you. Let’s not let them be a distraction.

Despite This And That​

Despite fear. Words - magically appear. Despite apathy. Moments - mysterously happy.

Not Too Late​

Not too late. To fix fate. To finally create. To no longer hesitate.