There once was a man living in the States,
Who had not enough riches to enter the gates.
So he took what he had, some plastic scraps,
And bent down in shelter to live with the rats.
If it's possible that we can sink so low, then we can rise so high. I like believing in the novelty that everything in life corresponds to the concept of it and therefore to the spiritual purpose behind it...
It was a cloud that was blocking my vision, I didn't notice it.
Maybe it was tears, or maybe it wasn't. I didn't know what it was.
But I did know that it was there.
As I tried to repicture all those moments in my life when the glory was upon me,
Something blocked my vision; something didn't let me see it.
Today is Mother’s Day
It’s great for you to go out
With your kids and play
You get gifts and rest
Because you know that you are
Loved best from the rest
A stone full of emotion
In the heart now set in motion
A block rolled down a stone
As she whimpers in a soft tone
Blocking up her feelings for so long
Feeling like she didn’t belong
How can you just pretend and lie to yourself when the truth is everything you think is not true it's fantasy it's fiction it's fake and when you know you're about to break
Does G-d have friends to stand by his side?
Does G-d have friends to help him when he cries?
Does G-d have friends he can trust and tell everything to?
There is a special hand I have been given to hold, warm and loving and gentle.
It pains me when I hear people scorn this loving soul.
When I cry he asks me why,
I cannot tell him.
The following poem was written for an 8th grade school assignment in a Wisconsin public school where the students had been studying about the Holocaust...
As the trees swing their branches
Violently in the roaring wind
Dust and dirt getting in your eyes
Preventing you from being able to see
The path to your home