Poems about Life Struggles

Amid the madness a miracle in Mumbai
A child stands crying in Nariman House

In the city of Mumbai
Jewish bodies die.
In the black heart of hate
Blood pours like spilt paint.

My youth slipped through my fingers
like an air-filled balloon.
Memories pass before me-

To heaven his soul ascended
His mission now ended
The Angels stood
This Tzadik had spent his life, as he should

Rabbi Holtzberg, when I spoke to you on Tuesday / You were so accommodating / "I would never want to be a stranded Jew in India" / Those were your words...

I don't know anyone who can carry on doing something, without being valued, or respected, or appreciated in any way. I don't know anyone who can continually give and never get anything in return...

I’m sitting here
In the sand, on the shore
Beside you, my darling. –

Cupped pearls of pain
Behold a cup of tears; fuller to brim every morrow
lovingly endeared,
by throne of the safe keep; these pearls of pain.

I shall one day be no longer;
I shall be dust one day,
For from dust I came
And there - I shall soon lay.

If you went through the same story
Whoever you may be
There´s still someone out there
Who´ll give you the right key

Tears speak
What words can’t say
Death tears one’s heart
Death tears one’s life

Hear no sound but
The beating like a drum
Of my heart showing me no mercy
As my lungs struggle
To breathe in the thick clouds

Finding the Balance
Hard
Heavy
Intense
We need peace
Head high
Held high

HATE
(Darkness/Death)
Begin with toxic, one-minute falsehoods

Amazed to see stars in your eyes and mine
Truth appears to flicker. I’m going to let it shine.

Tears for you tonight
Your name is Bitterness,
Yet, your sweet song is jubilant!
Tears for you tonight
For your song is joyous

Trudging through ghetto street
hollow stomach, heavy feet
words telling, ‘you have to move’
searching for a scrap of food

Ancient stones please talk to me
and tell me all about your history.
How you've withstood the test of time
through terrible attacks and crimes.
If only you could speak and tell,
the tales of those who upon you fell.

In my loneliest of moments,
when I feel all friends are gone
I look out the window
and see the birds and the colors of the season
and realize

The following poem was written for my Mom who suffers from a connective-tissue disorder know as dermatomyositis. Despite all her struggles she continues to maintain her faith and does her utmost to take care of her family.

It's been a while
A while since I put my fingers to these keys
A while since I expressed my sorrows to the world
This world of chaos and confusion
Time spudders as I sit in my Ralph Lauren sheets