Tuesday, December 16, 2008

United Talmudical Something

I used to sit in UTA 
the United
Talmudical something.
I used to listen to what they had to say
Trust me at that age you
could've told me anything.

They taught me all their crap
from A to Z
except, in that crazy place
they didn't even do it alphabetically.

I sat on their hard benches
listening to what they had to sell
watching ticking clocks
eagerly awaiting the bell.

After a while even I
bought into the plot
understand, I was just a kid
boiling in the pot.

I learned there
Snakes looking for female peers
Noah getting drunk
after he lived 120 years
of getting all animals to have sex in his trunk
Abraham trying to kill but missed,
and Isaac raped a three year old,
Jacob and Rachel french kissed,
don't look at me, it's what I was told.

Lot doesn't fuck with male angels
but his virgin daughters, that shall pass
Yehuda and Tamar,
they went to Amsterdam, I guess

Then came Moses, the hero you know
with laws about POW women
that make me think of Guantanamo
as a paradise of a prison.

Those people 
really molested my mind.
I was young and innocent 
just as they ordered my kind.

While kids were learning
about algebra and hash
I was being fed 
dark ages trash
while knocked up teens
were running for abortions
I was fed
their stupid distortions.

My mind was touched in the most uncomfortable places
by those teaching freaks they paid
I'm sure he wouldn't of hit me that day
if the night before he had gotten laid.

While other kids
were watching condom covered bananas
and flat maps of the spherical earth
I was learning
what my teacher said I learned 
before birth.

I was just a kid
listening to their voices
but, fuck it,
they are just teachers 
I don't need their choices.

I'll never forget you, 
Talmudical something.
after all we had a hell of a time together.
but, maybe it's not you just me
that thinks people deserve better.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

What Is A Dream?

Tell me, what is a dream?

Is it
a possession of mind,
perhaps it's a currency
of some kind.

I've heard people talk about dreams,
like blueprints they read.
Maybe that's what dreams are,
a guide as to how to proceed.

I've met dreamers
others call illusioned.
Come on, you know who they are,
you see them everyday
pushing shopping carts.
Is that what dreams are,
cavity fillings of the heart.

What are these dreams
that a drop of rain
makes you refuse,
yet with just a small sign
can be set loose.

I've seen people speak happily about dreams,
dreams they had in the past
dreams they don't mind you to hear.
Are all dreams created equal,
do all dreamers start out fair.

So many people,
so many minds,
so many happenings.

Tell me,
what is a dream?

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Abraham אברהם

ויבא הפליט ויגד לאברהם

וישמע אברהם

וירק את חניכיו

וישא את עינו וירא והנה שלשה אנשים


וירץ לקראתם

ויפנו משם האנשים וילכו סדומה

ויגש אברהם

ויאמר האף תספה צדיק אם רשע

ותאמר לאברהם גרש את האמה  הזאת אם בנה

וירע הדבר בעיני אברהם

על אודות בנו

ויאמר קח נא את בנך את יחידך

וישכם אברהם בבוקר

ויחבוש את חמורו


A fugitive brought the news to Abraham

Abraham heard

and he mustered his retainers

Looking up he saw three men

he saw

and he ran to meet them

The men went on from there to Sodom

Abraham came forward 

and said 'will you sweep away innocent with the guilty

She said to Abraham 'cast out this slave women and her son

the matter distressed Abraham

concerning his son

He said take your son your favored one

Abraham woke up in the morning

and saddled his horse 

Sand Castle

Susan was building a sand castle
by the water side.
A castle where she herself will reign
where there will be no need to hide.

She was molding the place
She wished she knew.
The place she saw with closed eyes
the place she wished to be true.

She took sand
and built the final tower.
Oh, what a kingdom that would be
where unity will be the only power.

Then the tide came
and washed the castle away.
It washed away all the sand
and all the molded clay.

The tide was so high 
that it washed Susan too.
Her sand covered hands
and fingers too.

Now you can't see a castle
just plain flat land.
And nobody looking at Susan
could tell that she ever played with the sand.

Monday, December 1, 2008

In The Blink of a Cosmic Eye

In the blink of a cosmic eye
The cosmos and 
the essence,
came to be.

In the blink of a cosmic eye
I lived
I wondered
I created 
I blinked. 

In the blink of my eye
I saw nothing.

Between my blinks
I saw the sky
the stars
and the flies.

Before blinks
I destroyed
I cried 
I lost.

After blinks
I stepped forward
got up
and spoke.

Amidst my blinks
I sang 
I heard 
and saw.

In the blink of a cosmic eye.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Young Alan

Young Alan had a question
no one dared to answer.

Not his grandmother
not his teacher
not his freinds
even the wise man
down the block
didn't dare.

Because young Alan had a question
no one dared to ask.

Imagine Climbing a Tower.

Imagine climbing a tower
with a telescope on its roof.

Imagine the corridors you'll pass
the people you'll meet
the rooms you'll stop by
along the way.
Imagine the glimpses
you'll get,
imagine the things
you'll overhear.

Imagime climbing a tower
with a telescope on its roof.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Beautiful שיין

איך האב געזעהן מיידלעך
.שיין ווי בלומען אין א זוניגע טאג
.אבער איך בין געבליבען שטיין
איך האב געזעהן מיידלעך
.שיין ווי א בויגען נאך רעגען
.אבער איך בין געבליבען שטיין
דערנאך האב איך געזעהן א מיידעל
שיין ווי דער אייביגער גאט
אין איך בין געלאפען
אין געלאפען
.אין איך בין נאך דארט
I have seen girls
beautiful as flowers in a sunny day
bit I stood still.
I have seen girls
beautiful as a rainbow after rain
but I stood still.
Then I saw a girl
beautiful as the eternal God
and I ran
and ran
and I am still there.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008


My future is
my greatest motivation.
After all, it's my presents 

The mist around it 
gives my life breath.
Yet that very mist
scares me to death.

It's a time
I enjoy visualizing.
Yet the thought of it 
can sometimes be agonizing.

Yet, I must
face the reality.
That the future is nothing
but uncertainty.

Dreaming about it 
doesn't change it in any way.
Yet the dream of the tomorrow,
is an inevitable part of the today.


How many things I didn't do,
for they might see.
Throughout my life,
they has tortured me.

Whenever they was near
we had to start running.
We always feared
they was coming.

Men, women, and children,
they tortured us all.
Throughout history,
they watched our downfall.

They has made our lives miserable
without guilt.
In every war look how many people
they killed.

There is just one question I'd like to ask 
if I may.
Who is this all time 
evil Mr. They?

Warmer World

There is a boy in a dorm
that slipped through the guards
a picture of a naked girl.
Everyday he looks at her
and his body is warmed
he looks at her eyes
and dreams
of a world better than the one he knows

Miles away in a tall building
inside a gadget filled room
a naked girl holds a camera.
Behind the lens 
she imagines
a pair of eyes
that warm her body and soul
warmer than the world she knows.

If only we can take away the miles
the loneliness
the guards
the two would be making love to each other
staring in to each other's eyes.
And would come to know a world
better and warmer
than their present lives.   


The color of sunset,
creating that beautiful sight.
And the sound of the songbird,
singing at the dawn of the night.

Your color and sound
appear to be so deceiving.
As we reveal
the horrors you are concealing.

With all the pain, tragedy,
and all the sorrow.
How can song and color
represent the tomorrow?

Over the span of our life
we begin to realize.
That in the tomorrow,
only hope lies.

At a close look, the tomorrows
are represented as they belong.
That confusion and mixture of color,
that quiet broken song.


I once wrote a song,
you know, about my life an' all.
A nice and complicated song,
like the ones you sing in a big hall.

I included my whole life,
in that special song.
I wanted people to hear me, 
loud and strong.

But somehow
that never occurred.
For some reason
my song wasn't heard.

Even for those 
who tried hard to hear.
My song
came across scrappy and unclear.

My song got stories
you won't find anywhere.
It's a song, you got to be me to write,
you got to be me to hear.


From the first paradise on,
where man and women came to be.
There was always the serpent,
lurking behind the tree.

Yet every time we left,
to experience a paradise anew.
It was destroyed by the snake,
who came along too.

We cannot convince it to do wrong,
so it should have to leave the meadow.
For the one who convinces,
also has to go.

From paradise to paradise,
with a snake along the way.
Man and woman
search for a paradise to stay.

Along the way,
a different paradise did suffice.
And the snake itself,
became the paradise.


Man, have you ever heard
of a place called Nowhere?
It's a wonderful place,
I think you should go there.

It is beautiful 
not a place you can't go to from there.
I love that place Nowhere,
it kinda takes you anywhere.

But, young man, be careful,
Don't stay there for long.
This place called Nowhere,
is no place to belong.

Keep your eyes open
and look around.
has a dissolving ground.

From Nowhere you can take any road
except for one.
It's the road back,
that's forever gone.

It's a weird thing,
this place called Nowhere.
If you understand this paradox,
you are already kinda there.