chalom
This is the first time that I have shared my poetry with anyone really. I view poetry as a way of expressing your inner-self, the one that only you knows to exist. My poetry to me is an auto biography each telling a small part of my life yet in a way that the meaning is hidden from the reader, unless each word is taken into account it's position, the flow from one line to the next, it is in these that the true meaning of the text can be revealed. Each word has a purpose, each pause a needed emphasis, the sometimes abrupt flow and rhythm is there to throw you off guard so the words may penetrate. If even one reader can gain some enjoyment from my work then this sharing of them online is worth it.
I have climbed many a mountain
seen vistas of desert and ocean
I have relished in all the glory
those glimpses of my devotion
few can compare however
to that view that I call my own
the view that I see from my window
on the mountain which I call my home
From the harsh desert to the south
that from here looses its harsh temper
to the forests that spread to north
blending in waves of green
That band of blue on the horizon
which signals the ever present sea
and lights and buildings that which are mans addition
to g-ds great finery
I have seen you in summer, when the sun commands
and the winter rains are visible wherever they fall in this land
I have seen the brief glimpses when while white surrounds this peak
the land below is left green
I know you in all your shades
your angers your sadness your fears
I have seen the clouds of war in the distance
and your quietude of your sleep
I have seen you cycle through the season, and again year upon year
and I have forgotten to look
forgotten to gaze
I have forgotten that I should still be amazed
at that beauty I need to hold dear
When did I first forget to fight
the jadedness I knew would come
when did this view so vast
so grand
drift into routine
Sometime I fight to remember
but only when I remember to fight
Were you not meant for this prolonged exposure
to be viewed only in memory
was I a fool to call the mountain my home
and think I could have you
from now into eternity
It is true I still see you daily
it is true my eyes sometimes see
but is it destined that by having you always
your magic is lost to me
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC
Leaping from the ledge
freed from control
those moment of bliss of warm air still
rushing over your skin
all worries are forgot
even fear is caste away
you hit the water and it hits back
and the penetratng cold invigorates
your body for a blissful second
is no longer numb to feeling
there is neither up nor down
all worries dare not come
even fear stands back
and you are alone
no thought yet pleasure
you burst forth back to air
and the world is real once more
mind thinks once more
and those worries return once more
and as you continue
soaked through and through
you strive to hold on to the memories
and take pleasure in chill
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 10:34 AM UTC
And he rose in the morning to start his journey far
He sold his belongings
He packed his meager food
He started off across the plain
the hills
the forest
the lakes
until he reached that desert where the holy mountain stood
He climbed that craggy peak
that unforgiving ladder
but at the top
before he spoke
he heard a voice much louder
Go home
it rang
inside that single soul
I can't
sprang the reply
unbidden to his lips
Your purpose is known
your zeal is noted
now return to your former abode
My life
My life
Yours is my life
I give it freely with love
Go home
it repeats
return to the living
reburden yourself with this world
My life
I say
Please take this life
Let this sacrifice well wished be received
Your wishes are well
but your life is found wanting
you would sully this mountain
by that deed
The silence which followed
was the loudest of all
echoing through the spheres
The numb journey down
and the living which followed
passed like a fever dream
This rejection of self
This unwanted gain
Gave truth
To his innermost fears
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 5:01 AM UTC
When will we ever dream again
Those dreams now lost to youth
When will the horizon be so far
But reachable to one and all
Can time be made to forget
The inadequacies we have bought
Or will the current swiftly bring us us along
Without care for what we once thought
Can the world really be so cold
Even as the sun beats down
Can the bounds that truley bind us
Be anything but ourselves
Here's a song of for the disillusioned
For those who've tried and failed
Here's wishing that that harsh reality
Retreats once more behind the veil
Truth is unbecoming
To the noble of heart
For only those steeped in ignorance
Can reach desires' end
So take up with me this call to action
The purging of the known
Let us look upon the world with eyes new
And may dreams once more flow
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 3:59 AM UTC
It is in these nights
these stillest of nights
where the semi-arid air surrounds
the baking heat
that was the day
has for some time
given way
subtle aromas
fill all senses
combining sage
with that of gentle dirt
overlooking
the lights of cities
which strive to mirror
the stars inert
sit and ponder
all life's questions
for it is in these nights
these stillest of nights
that those grand answers might be found
Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 1:21 PM UTC
Hide my self
hide my sorrow
learn to live
like no tomorrow
Tomorrow comes
and with it pain
the true self buried
further away
Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2011 at 2:35 AM UTC
fire burns
water burns
but nothing burns
most of all
the height of living
is almost dying
rain matters not
at the waterfall
in the desert,
life is born
only to die in the sea
the dust in the air
are the bones of the old
in the land of the money
the slave is most free
the gentle breeze
tears down mountains
the stars above
are always too dark
the relentless clock of hatefull time
makes new lives begin to die
a glimpse of life is more than needed
before the chance at death
yet few receive
a shoulder to lean
those who do resent
and our envy our envy
is most deserved
to those whose time well spent
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 11:28 AM UTC
This is the moment of self desire
of the meeting the morning's end
of the going back before the long push forward
of the reconnect to the grand defend
The origins of one's own truth
the many faces called my own
the unnecessary yet oh so needed
before the claim to the thrown
You meet the many with desire
and hope they'll give love in return
and you throw back one last glance
at the ropes you long to spurn
Boy has turned to a man
looking to turn once more
peace bought with the killing
with all the blood but not the gore
Still looking for that oh so missing
the puzzle piece you dare not force
here's to hoping, the actors actions
do not falter, and stay their course
You oh so treasure truth's beginning
and look back at tales of yore
and try to be, that from which
the long forgotten story tore
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 6:49 AM UTC
Lives are lives, and so are deaths
With death in mind, life takes last breath
A little slower time to saver
Now that the end is known
The fetal life set to begin
That moment the old lets truth set in
Too short of lives these have been
Too many times to have died
To think too much of this lifes near end
Numbed to all this pain
For pain there is not anymore
Anxiety too has bid farewell
Just the ** hum death
And quiet rebirth
Of a new life who’s death is near
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 2:40 PM UTC
these twist and turns
of agony's long ride
bring fear yet hope and joy
the angles of life
sharp
clear
wrench at the fabric of faith
the giving up so you don't give in
the tearing pain that makes you free again
all enclosed in wrappings thin
that rips revealing more than skin
as interwoven motives force
that strong grips release
of what it once wanted most
the disenfranchised feelings
make their anguished pleas
yet feelings quaint
are left out of thought
for cold and calculated is the ravished soul
be still sweat soul
do what you're told
and onward do you go
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 10:36 AM UTC