Outside this window the air
bites the faces of pedestrians
in the streets below.
Despite the argument
between the bitter cold
and the approaching nightfall
the people seem happy
to ignore the tussle
that has begun to shake
the leaves from the trees.
The glass panes sweat
with nervous hot flashes.
The brightly lit coffee shop
is a sanctuary amidst
the concrete tundra.
People scurry to the red hue
that melodically flickers
like a rising fire.
Warm mochas and foaming milk
calm the chills and frighten
the geese from our skin.
While the sauna in their bellies
heat their core; for a short time
the grey skies are forgotten.
The substance numbs the cold.
But if the awareness of this chilly solstice
is put aside completely and preparation
for the snipping wind is side stepped,
then where would we be?
Happy to ignore our surroundings,
Content with freezing.
Z - A
Zonked Yanks eXport Weird Views Underpinning Terrorist Suspects, Risking Quiet Proliferation Of Nuclear Missiles, Leaving Killer Jihads In Hostile Groups. Forgetting Europe, Death Claims Babylon: America.
Zero Yields X’s Without Value. Useless Technical Solutions Regarding Quanta, Plainly Outside Newtonian Mathematics. Logic Keeps Jokers In Hearty Guffaws Forever. Eternity Derides Computation By Algebra.
Zap! Your X-ray Was Very Useful Tool. Sarcomas’ Revealed, Quality Prognosis On Masse. Later Knowledge Jibes; Increased Hidden Growths Frequently Entailing Death Couldn’t Be Anticipated.
A – Z
Away Bright Cinder, Drift Eternally, Fly! Glow! Heat Incandescent! Jeweled Key, Luminous Molten Nuclei, Ornate Precious Quotient, Radiant Shining Teardrop. Unknowable Volcanic Whisper, eXact, Yield: Zero.
Awful Blues, Crazy Dreams, Every Fleeting Ghastly Horrible Idea Jars, Killing Love. Murderous Omens, Portending Quiescence, Reduce Sleep To Uniform Vacant Wastelands, eXiled Yearning Zenith.
Acting Behind Closed Doors, Every Famous General Has Insight: Jabbering Khaki Liveried Majors Narrate Orders, Pursuing Quarries, Retelling Strategic Theories. Up Valiant Warriors, Cross Your Zone!
A Bitter Child Denies Every Friendship Going. Hate Instills Jealousies Knife. Lies Mean Nothing. Other People Question Reality. Sic Transit Umbra, Vile World. eXcise Your Zest.
Albert Ball’s Camel Dived Effortlessly, Flaming Guns Hammered Into Junkers. Keeping Level Meant Not One Pilot Questioned Richthofens’ Stall Turn, Underpinning Victory With X-elerating Yawing Zoom…
Although Boy’s Charm Doesn’t Explicitly Frighten Girls, Her Instincts Jostle, Knowing Laughter Masks Nights Ordained Paths. Quiet! Reason Sleeps Tonight, Unmasked Votive Wanderings eXpose Y-Fronted Zygotes!
Pass the pasture
of four legged wool
beyond the knoll
and to the hill
here is where I sat
as still as a frighten fawn
the fragrance of sweet grass
and black berries
filled the air
grand fathers words
“hard times will come”
“experience you will gain”
my nostrils widen
taking in the fragrance
I shall not burden myself
with these boulders
instead my eye and mind
will transcend pass
this physical beauty
I have never jumped out at you from behind a wall.
I have never dressed as a ghoul
And stalked you throughout a dark house.
Never have I lent you a book
That I knew was going to scare you.
I would never threaten you with
The promise of something you'll miss.
So please, my dear
Tell me how have I ever scared you?
Did I frighten you with my sparkling joy?
Says the boy who cannot walk
Without the heavens clattering to the ground.
Did I startle you when I showed you myself?
When yourself isn't distinctively different?
Your habit of blaming other for your discomfort
Is simply an exoskeleton you hide in like a turtle.
Ducking your head in quick when there is
A slight tap on the ground or a
Rumble from the skies.
Got hella bitches
Poppin double bottles
With a couple of mistresses
Here's the key
Lock her in the cellar
Forever her memory lies
But a troubling mystery
Like waves gushing
From the tip of my penis
My genius is better
I'm the King here's my scepter
Now watch the teeth
You worthless Queen
Or I'll stifle them screams
I fuck bitches on trampolines
Overdose on Dramamine
Slave to the magnitude
Of my impressive muff munching
Exploring deplorable nether-regions galore;
Can't touch me you got nothing
Grind your brain like morning coffee beans
Shame is a word just outside the boundaries
of my fabulous vocabulary
Am I contrite?
Check my charm I'm enlightening
Enigmatic and igniting sporadically like lightning
Magically radical journeying down
down the rabbit hole
Inciting excited riots to light fires spark fuses and chew on live wires
You do not frighten me.
Delivering excruciating asphyxiation to every pwn'd n00b
Is my modus operandi
And this is my magnum opus
I have Tourette's
Conceive these merriments of abhorrent mental abortions
Precisely concise and incisive concocting incoherent comatose monstrosities to flatten your lifelines
Conducting ensembles of debauchery and narcotics
Crippling your mind like a lobotomy and tripping the light fantastic through bombarding planes of consciousness
I'm on acid thraxXx'd the fuck OUT and faded
Levitating fading and oscillating in time while inflating my ego
But lets be realistic
the caliber of my linguistics is intrinsically aesthetic
but none too altruistic
Be reasonable lest I demand be-headings on grounds of treason
Its not hard for me-
It's profound, the sound of suffering;
I'll swallow your soul
'Tis the season
Inference for instance
Pimp-hand upturned to oceans of incessant peasants
Pestering to molest and fluster your festering butt-hole
Exact my revenge begin phase mayhem
initiating total brain annihilation
interring bodies posthaste with skilled persistence
And sporting in poor taste
RESISTANCE IS FUTILE
You who peers through eye of the pyramid-
Would you be so kind as to interpret my footprint at face-value?
Do you take me for a fool yet seek prophets reaping profits?
Listen to them sleep, baaah-ing away like flocks of little sheep
My hearts not on my sleeve but I have a trick or two up there;
Now bow before my marvelous flow
As I behold my throne whilst throwing bows and exposing hoes.
A state for Her, a State in need;
A Lady in good state, indeed?
She attempts to make Herself appear
To Us All, both far and near,
A beauty One in all Our eyes
While in Her own are only lies.
Her outer Self is a fraud;
Her inner One perfect and broad;
One much needed to enlighten
The weaker Ones whom She may frighten
With Her depth, Her sense, Her honesty,
But lacks our ideas of 'true beauty'.
The foolish Man, also conditioned,
Accepts this fallacy petitioned
That "A pretty Lady, a pretty sight,
Is the only kind to make a wife."
An object in its simplest sense,
She appears, made by the dense.
But in Her eyes, while wisdom fills,
Her shock enthralls, Her passion thrills.
And through it all She may plead
A message in much desperate need:
“Forget the glitz; it’s all a waste.
Forget the glamour; it’s all a state.”
I love too much, but not too often.
My heart gets broken, but I keep going.
I am transparent, iridescent like glass,
So when you strike with a hammer you leave more than a crack.
My heart is fragile, a bird with a broken wing.
I thought you would fix it and make it continue to sing.
I stand tall and confident in all my feelings,
Something that’s scary to you who is not used to these dealings.
I feel shame for the way I am.
Feeling love and passion for you that I wish I could bury in the sand.
A treasure left for you to uncover,
Not something I should have exposed to you undiscovered.
I tend to frighten away the one my heart wants to hold,
Do you see me as crazy, uncontrolled, too bold?
I often take broken loves words and wear them as scars.
Reminders of lessons unlearned and love unforetold by the stars.
I try their words on as an outfit of choice.
If I can change who I am, maybe for once someone will appreciate my voice.
But often times it’s too late.'
My true self exposed in revelations of hate.
No matter how hard I try to mold and bend,
I can’t change who I am, I can’t please every man.
But for some reason I never stop trying.
I can never give up my mind and hearts constant fighting.
I literally drive myself insane for a chance at true love.
I let my mind run wild for an ecstasy that will never come.
Because if I am changing who I am to achieve what I was fooled to see as true,
I’m mistreating myself and I assault my love leaving it bloody and bruised.
It’s funny how the world can constantly build me high,
But it only took you to send me crashing through the sky.
And when I fell and hit the ground,
The armor I built was shattered around.
Underneath it all I could finally see,
The only thing that remained intact was the original me.
I, myself, am my greatest force of nature.
And when I try to change who I am I’m in immediate danger.
The second I wear a mask to fool someone I love,
Is the second that my love is broken, recanted, torn up.
It’s not love if I’m not myself.
It’s not true if I pretend to be someone else.
I’m done being a victim in your insecure schemes,
But I’m also done pretending I walked away perfectly clean.
Yes I am hurt, and yes I wanted our love to be,
But I won’t sacrifice myself for you I’d rather let you go free,
Because somewhere, out there, there’s someone who wants me.
All my imperfections and everything you made me see as faults,
I consider beautiful, rare, a gift to make someone’s world halt.
I’m not sorry for the way I express myself.
I’m just sorry it has to be for someone else.
I love too much, but not too often.
My heart gets broken, but I, I keep going.
KIDDUSHIN: A WEDDING CEREMONY
You are my oar,
my aboriginal guide,
through this opaque river
that swells with jagged rocks,
and foams like angered bulls
and sends its darers to their death.
You are my oar,
pure extension of my will,
through this translucent river,
whose slender neck molds to my fingers,
whose broad hip navigates the whiteness,
through sinuous turns and free falls of fear.
You are my oar,
my one true love,
through this transparent river,
whose courage and strength,
embolden my strength and courage
and bring me whole
to the placid lake below.
(GROOM'S RECITATION ALTERNATES WITH BRIDE'S)
(GROOM:) You are the answer
(BRIDE:) You are the prayer
(GROOM:) You are the lightning
(BRIDE:) You are the thunder
(GROOM:) You are the flame
(BRIDE:) You are the candle
(GROOM:) You are the clay
(BRIDE:) You are the mold
(GROOM:) You are the orchid
(BRIDE:) You are the moth
(GROOM:) You are the rain
(BRIDE:) You are the earth
(GROOM:) You are the rose
(BRIDE:) Your are the thorn
(GROOM:) You are the stained glass
(BRIDE:) You are the cathedral
(GROOM:) You are the spring
(BRIDE:) You are the summer
(GROOM:) You are the note
(BRIDE:) You are the symphony
(GROOM:) You are the breeze
(BRIDE:) You are the air
(GROOM:) You are honey
(BRIDE:) You are the bee
(GROOM:) You are the circus
(BRIDE:) You are the clown
(GROOM:) You are the time
(BRIDE:) You are the space
(GROOM:) You are the bunny
(BRIDE:) You are the ears
(GROOM:) You are the mirror
(BRIDE:) You are the reflection
(GROOM:) You are the life
(BRIDE:) You are the resurrection
(GROOM:) You are the milk
(BRIDE:) You are the moo
(GROOM:) You are the silk
(BRIDE:) You are the worm
(GROOM:) You are the flashlight
(BRIDE:) You are the graveyard
(GROOM:) You are the butter
(BRIDE:) You are the toast
(GROOM:) You are the syrup
(BRIDE:) You are the maple
(GROOM:) You are the dust
(BRIDE:) You are the broom
(GROOM:) You are the whale
(BRIDE:) You are the breach
(GROOM:) You are the future
(BRIDE:) You are the present
(GROOM:) You are the cat
(BRIDE:) You are the whiskers
(GROOM:) You are the brownie
(BRIDE:) You are the chocolate
(GROOM:) You are the circle
(BRIDE:) You are the square
(GROOM:) You are the pulse
(BRIDE:) You are the heart
(GROOM:) You are the water
(BRIDE:) You are the thirst
(GROOM:) You are the grind
(BRIDE:) You are the bump
(GROOM:) You are the bark
(BRIDE:) You are the bite
(GROOM:) You are the giggle
(BRIDE:) You are the cackle
(GROOM:) You are the lava
(BRIDE:) You are the Krakatoa
(GROOM:) You are the throttle
(BRIDE:) You are the Harley
(GROOM:) You are the brow
(BRIDE:) You are the sweat
(GROOM:) You are the muse
(BRIDE:) You are the poet
(GROOM:) You are the alms
(BRIDE:) You are the beggar
(GROOM:) You are the lily
(BRIDE:) You are the field
(GROOM:) You are the hair
(BRIDE:) You are the brush
(GROOM:) You are the wet-spot
(BRIDE:) You are the sheet
(GROOM:) You are the dance
(BRIDE:) You are the feet
(GROOM:) You are the Koala
(BRIDE:) You are the eucalyptus
(GROOM:) You are the apple
(BRIDE:) You are the gravity
(GROOM:) You are the bride
(BRIDE:) You are the groom
(GROOM:) You are me I am you
We are one
Hear me, God
Heal me, God
Don't frighten me.
Protect me, God
Glorify me, God
Redeem me, God
Esteem me, God
Live with me.
For all your gifts we thank you, God.
You are me.
I am you.
We are one
(BRIDE:) You're more Adorable than the purr of lion cubs.
(GROOM:) You're more Beautiful than orchids in the morning mist.
(BRIDE:) You're more Chivalrous than a knight charging a windmill.
(GROOM:) You're more Delicious than Entenmann's éclairs.
(BRIDE:) You're more Enchanting than a gingerbread house with Central Park views.
(GROOM:) You're more Fabulous than a drag queen in an Aesop fable.
(BRIDE:) You're more Gorgeous than an airbrushed Playgirl centerfold.
(GROOM:) You're more Hilarious than a clown's convention on chronic.
(BRIDE:) You're more Iridescent than a Blue Morph's wings in sunlight.
(GROOM:) You're more Joyous than a drooling new born with a Mohawk.
(BRIDE:) You're more Knowledgeable than an aborigine with Google.
(GROOM:) You're more Lovely than a ladybug on a polka dot umbrella.
(BRIDE:) You're more Magnificent than the roar of Niagara under the full moon.
(GROOM:) You're more Noble than a praying mantis on a cathedral window.
(BRIDE:) You're more Open than Abraham's tent to weary travelers.
(GROOM:) You're more Playful than a dolphin at Seaworld.
(BRIDE:) You're more Quizzical than Day Vinci's smile.
(GROOM:) You're more Resplendent than the ruby in a Maharajah's hat.
(BRIDE:) You're more Sacred than the Savior's shroud.
(GROOM:) You're more Timely than morning coffee.
(BRIDE:) You're more Useful than a Cuisine Art food processor.
(GROOM:) You're more Visionary than Elijah's wife on mushrooms.
(BRIDE:) You're more Winsome than a meercat on a surfboard.
(GROOM:) You're more X-traordinary than a Aurora Borealis.
(BRIDE:) You're more Yummy than Ben & Jerry's Triple Brownie Overload
(GROOM:) You're more Zealous than a novice nun.
(BRIDE:) You're more than I deserve. For this and for all your gifts I thank you God.
(GROOM:) You're more than I deserve. For this and for all your gifts I thank you God.
(BRIDE:) You are me.
(GROOM:) I am you.
We are one
Before you, camels bend their knees and wait --
before you, palms fan their fronds and supplicate --
before you, my holy oasis, before you.
With you, I shall spend the night --
with you, and no other.
I draw from your well and thirst no more.
I sleep suspended in your breath --
on your magic carpet I unfurl my dreams.
Odd, how my dreams and waking are one and the same!
For I dream I sleep and dream that I hold you in my arms --
fanned by the breath of my oasis --
fanned by the palms of my oasis --
I sleep with you, and with no other --
I dream with you, and with no other.
The BRIDE and GROOM now take the wedding rings in their hands.
Behold, you are betrothed unto me with this ring according to the laws of Moses and Israel
The GROOM places a ring on the forefinger of his BRIDE’S right hand.
The BRIDE circles the GROOM seven times and places a ring on the forefinger of the GROOM’S left hand.
(BRIDE:) With this ring I thee wed
A glass is smashed under the foot of the GROOM.
BRIDE and GROOM kiss.
Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part I, Lessons 1-19)
Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part II, Lessons 20-33)
Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part III, Lessons 34-41)
Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part IV, Lessons 42-50)
Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part V, Lessons 51-59)
Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part VI, Lessons 60-69)
Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part VII, Lessons 70-79)
Beryl Dov Lew's Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part VIII, Lessons 80-89)
Truth and light and all that’s right
Is what you say, is what you do,
So who’s the enemy I fight
When night is also light to you?
I’m turned around till up is down
And inside out and outside through.
It never ends, the same as you,
It only bends, and false is true.
I frighten thoughts back in their place
and seize on what I thought I knew
No loving Hell, No pain of Grace
Only Enigma – All is You.
The Kitten from under the chair
Thank God for the day the drug bust took place
The Sting was set up and the early morning began
Kicking down the door yelling and seeing their face
As the task force entered weapons raised, the victim ran
The sounds of cyiruns from police cars gather, road blocks in place
I wonder that day who of us would go home that night, or that man
weapons drawn and hostage began, police cars every where during the chase
After it was over hostage was released, victim in cuffs arrested were pleased.
Task force enter the building of meth , under the chair was a kitten that was left.
She was so tiny frail and shaken, eyes of fright the kitten was taken
I took her home gave her milk,wrapped her in a blanket ,laid her to rest
Tiny frighten little kitten, She inhaled so much meth, sickly and shaken.
I adopted her and gave her a name and so much love I felt.
Her nane is penny and I made sure I would adopt her before she was taken
The kitten from under the chair
She's 18 years old now and has epileptic seizures treated with Phenobarbital and loving care
Oh how I love the kitten from under the chair that has given me so much love
I'm retied and so is she we both love each other til the years set us free.