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SHE,
Holding the fear, walking fast
Rolling my eyes, walking fast
Scared of nights, walking fast

HE,
Looking for me, walking fast
Screaming out, walking fast
Crashing nights, walking fast

SHE,
Crying out heart,  walking fast
Holding my sandel,  walking fast
Calling for support,  walking fast

HE,
Carrying CRIME, walking fast
Unruffled him, walking fast
Folding shirt sleeves,  walking fast

SHE,
Reached my home, breathing fast
Curtains down, breathing slow
I am SAFE,  breathing RELAXED
C19
Hard to find peace
In a hateful world
Would rather be building
Than destroying others
Personal growth over self destruction
Never ending process on the go
Flirting with word play
Thinking of ways to inspire
Stay motivated during diverse times
The struggle within fade
Around the right people feeling good
Around the wrong people
Trying not to hate life
Or let them rub their toxic ways
Or send bad vibes in this direction
What do you think of the ****** of the Prime Minister?
Yes, what do you think of the ******
of the Prime Minister?
And what do you feel?
Are you in shock
or depressed?
A question was asked.
And do you stutter
or are you unsure of what will happen,
or do you speak with such bewilderment
because of the future or the present—
A question was asked.
And perhaps you feel stupid
or without a point of view?
Answer.
And I reply:
All that you say is right
and you are a dear person.
And I want to add one more thing:
The Prime minister died a happy man.
Peace to the dust of the Prime Minister
Husband and father and something more:
the son of Red Rosa.



Translated from the original Hebrew by Karen Alkalay-Gut.
Taking the last breath,
One hand in a pocket,
Ego written on the face,
I can't  breathe unheard.
31/5/2020
All the world saw.
Tiny seeps of water into a boat
over an extended period of time
could eventually sink the boat.

Note—
The outside water isn't the trouble
but the one that is allowed to get in.

See the outside water as the crises
going on in the world today and
See yourself as the boat.

It is your duty to protect your soul
Don't let the news find its way within you
Remember—what is inside is more valuable
than everything on the outside combined.
They throw stones at you because
they can see fruits on you,
Don't let their criticism get to you
Bless them too with your fruits
While you continue to produce.
I watched the bus drive down its route
With all kinds of fares on board;
Heading to some stop;
Each on a personal journey,
As important as any you've got.
The cord will pull,
The door will open
To let some traveller off,
As another steps into the bus.
On and on,
On and off,
They travel on their routes.

I used to ride a bus,
And I knew this way back then;
Then I forgot for far too long, that
I'm still journeying friends.
A cop took your right to be silent
The day he held your breath
And promoted violence
Justice for George Floyd
I can feel you
but not as I once did
Absent is
the intertwining passionate
euphoria of two
minds, bodies, souls,
uniting
in energy, in ecstasy

I sense you withdrawing
piece by piece
Your essence, your brilliance
growing dimmer
I struggle to hold you
grasping wildly
for any shred
I can catch, and feel, and hold close

Conversations and innuendos persist
but in them lies a hollowness
A new space between us
our depth moving upward to the surface

I watch you fade from me
You no longer call me by my deity
Once so attuned
Words rendered unnecessary for understanding

But now
I beg for some connection
and don’t even receive a reply
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