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Eyal Lavi Aug 2017
My kingdom is priceless
So a penny will due
My kingdom is words
In a rainbow of hues

For a penny I hand you my brush
To paint my kingdom so it now belongs to you
May I suggest a multi-colored landscape
And hues of blue to brush the sky from morn to eve
And black with points of light for a blanket of Universal awe and countless stars

My kingdom for a penny
To paint your heart's desire
With strokes one might admire
My kingdom - nay, your kingdom now! - to do as you would do, to lay your heart's desires

Across the rolling fields and endless sky
In hues like notes a symphony of feeling for all to admire

And when you are thoroughly spent perhaps you too will offer your kingdom for a penny
And let another paint the world anew.
Eyal Lavi Aug 2017
Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, once upon a time all of us were told
Prince charming existed for all you fair maidens
And the perfect woman waited for the gents
And Santa was real and a bunny laid eggs and if you wish upon a star your wishes will come true

I call *******, **** that, what about you?

As for Prince Charming he ain't a prince
He might be sweet and effeminate yet manly... only in your dreams.
You want an *******, a bad boy, a ******, and lucky for you that's what you'll find if you look.

And the gents who want ladies should ask themselves why? There's no such thing unless you have a fictionilized humonized life-sized plastic doll. With a plastic hole for a ******.
But that don't feel real at all.
**** wanting ladies who don't exist
You want a **** at heart who'll go down on you when you wish.
And she'll look real pretty without tons of makeup but then you'll see her blemishes and reality ain't what you expected.

There is no Santa just fat drunk pedophiles in malls
And bunnies don't lay eggs if you thought so you're more stupid then I thought.

Unrealistic expectations open you up to a world of pain
Settle for normal you'll live life sane.
Eyal Lavi Aug 2017
I'm tired. Exhausted is more like it. Sometimes I want something so bad I get overwhelmed and then comes the questioning, why am I doing this, is it worth doing and if it's worth doing what makes it worth it? It's 6:21 AM this moment, 6 hours and 21 minutes into another day, I'm sitting at a table next to the balcony, the door is wide open and I see the sun, the sun is just rising but it's blocked by a tree, so I look at the sun and the sun isn't blinding, not at this moment though soon it will be, soon it'll rise up above all the branches, soon if I look at the sun it'll hurt so when that moment comes, when the time is just right, I will look at the sun and the sun will be blinding.There's also a bird, it sounds like it's moaningn but I know that it isn't, that's just how it sounds. A bird which sings but it's not really singing, it makes such a sound you would think it was sad but it isn't so sad, at least I don't think so, I don't think that birds have the ability to feel, not physical feelings but ones from within, emotions like sadness which makes a bird moan, a moan like the sound that is made by a feeling that humans can feel and that all of us feel but we all feel it sometimes and for a whole host of reasons like when we are sitting in front of a laptop which is on a small table right next to a balcony beyond which the trees block the sun as it rises and while it is rising the leaves block the sunshine so during that time which is just a few minutes you can look at the sun and the sun isn't blinding and when it is 6 hours and 35 minutes into a new day, at 6:35AM is a moment in time which is captured in words which I choose to write down but there isn't much to them, no meaning no feeling no reason for writing the words that I'm writing and so as I write this I realize it's pointless, these words have no worth so they're no more then letters, a whole mass of letters I'm stringing together for no ******* reason and so I'll stop writing and now that I'm stopping to write without meaning the logical question is why publish this message if this message is worthless, there's no reason for it thus no reason why I should hit the blue button which has 4 letters in it which create the word "Post" which means if I click it I'll be posting this message which has less purpose than the blue button which posts it, and so what I'll do is stop writing this nothing and instead of all this nothing I'll click the blue  button which has more worth than all these words and that's really sad if you think about a button worth more than the whole of this stupid, pointless po...
Eyal Lavi Aug 2017
Amidst the solace of a night
When all appears as if it's right
I look towards the Eastern shore
And realize that it's black no more.

The sky in hues of purple-blue
Gives hint that soon the sun will rise
I listen for the silence which brings peace to all my sleepless nights
But in its place the birds awake
They're chirping should bring peace to most
But not to me, not when I see, through reddened deadened weary eyes
Which haven't had the peace of sleep
Not on this very night at least

At least if sleep brought constant peace
The chirping birds would be so sweet
Instead when sleep comes randomly
The solace of the dead of night is dreaded with the end in sight

The sky now hues of softer blues
The sounds of morning traffic grows
The sun breaks over Eastern shores
If only I could see in it the beauty that most others see

But it's been years of sleepless nights
And years of dreading morning light
But soon enough the sky so bright
Will call me forth into the sun
And then, sometimes, I feel it's worth
I see the birds
I see the world
And everything seems to be right
If only for a moment I find peace and that's a cherished thought.
Eyal Lavi Aug 2017
The stars, they swirled then settled, shown bright the light piercing through the night straight to my heart

The beauty, breathless, we were four of us, drunk with joy, living the moment, the moment was endless. This was life thought I at 16, at 16 life was forever like the forever of the universe above.

I took a second puff, who knew it would change my life; I knew though I cared not, not when all was so stunningly beautiful as I was as they were as we were that very first night.

We where four, it was Summer, endless days upon a lake away from home sneaking off on our own until those days came to the end we dreaded so but who would've known us four would meet once more.

Back home we met when her parents weren't home and the joint was so perfect for the four of us alone, and we smoked and we toned and if only we had known this was it, it was great and it won't ever be the same.

White as snow like tiny crystals she and I in her bathroom with a foil folded midway so the smoke would rise our way through a straw I inhaled and the feeling **** was great and we got into my car, she and I, drove for hours out the city through the mountains down the coast with the air, air so fresh it smelled of her, her long hair, and her smile, and the music as our soundtrack.

Crystal **** was like joy on a silver sheet of paper we inhaled and we drove then we parked and we touched and we lived and we had loved, did we know that this was it or did we think it was the start

Of our lives we weren't kids, we were smart as smart can be, superhuman she and I as we smoked and toked and laughed and then we parked and the breeze and our bodies became one under the fading Autumn sun.

Winter came as did she with a glass pipe and a new drug for us to live life once more like once, once which wasn't so long gone but to us was like a lifetime so she dropped a rock of crack in the glass pipe which we passed

Back and forth as I drove windows down under the sun this was life WE were life who would ever question us, as the clouds gathered above, and they cried for both of us

Smoking crack thinking that life is worth no more than that, and as Winter drew to close, we were tired and alone but the pipe was such a bond and we drove with music on, parked the car atop a cliff and she stepped out high and light, light as air and her hair and her smile our eyes locked and the rock beneath her feet they gave way and she smiled she would fly since she was high...

And the end came swift and clean, she had slipped down the ravine.
Eyal Lavi Aug 2017
(Critique number 1: of social norms in the 21st century)

To the point that our American social fabric has been stained by the original sin of slavery was a point President Abraham Lincoln hoped would be dealt with by the winning and reconciliation of those states who fought to secede during the Civil War; to that end, the Union was saved but equality was not to be had by all man, regardless of color, as well as woman, and progress would arrive in fits and starts.

Our founding fathers declared that "All men are created equal" yet many held salves which meant as they wrote of equality they held of the standards of disenfranchised persons; it took almost 100 years after the Civil War for the next great leap of civil discourse in equality leading to a series of legislative passages throughout the civil rights era to bring what appeared as true and final equality, and though none can doubt great leaps were made, the original sin of our nation - that of espousing that all men our created equal while looking the other way as these very men of principle held slaves to tend there homesteads - is a wonder of true blind-sight.

In 2007-2008 the nation held a hard fought race for the presidency, and swept in with great hope was Barack Hussein Obama, the nation's first African American president; and so it seemed the arch of History at last had bent straight and right; yet even as the nation and world celebrated, The Republican Party behind closed doors decided their mission was to make President Obama a one term president and to start a system of blatantly obstructing any measures President Obama put forth; thus the nation was divided into a rift not seen since and through the era of reconstruction immediately following the Civil War.

Through 2016-2017, the The nation had become more divided than ever and had grown weary of having dynastic leaders in the seat of the presidency specifically either a family member of the bushes or that of the Clintons and so they chose an outsider who had no respect or rule of thumb or moral compass which our founding fathers envisioned the president to have; in fact the role of the president was the least important position as far as they were concerned and his was to be a roll of functionary executive duty and no more yet through the 20th century Congress gave way and gave powers to the president which our founding fathers never intended, thus leaving us at the whims of a president who swims are sweet as easy as wheat in a breeze and with the Wii Congress not hook up holding its duty as a check against the executive branch we find ourselves in a position that the country is even more divided and the two leading parties which were never intended to exist in the first place now in charge of the fate of the nation.

If for no other reason that the executive currently in power is leading a wedge between our nation it is time we as a people stand up and demand that he the executive in charge on this the year 2017 be held up for impeachment on any number of charges of illegal improprieties he has already trampled upon and as laid out in the constitution; let this not be our new normal - a nation divided into a two party system our founding fathers warned against and never intended to take route - but just a blip in our continues march forward, to build a more perfect union, on the right side of history.
Eyal Lavi Aug 2017
Time strikes hard like the hammer of a jackknife
Cutting through the fabric of your lifeline
Entwined in loops, so many one forgets those stories that were once not tales to tell but the life you experienced.

And another second passes by
And you look all about
And you take a deep breathe
And the hammer knocks another nail like the infamous stake through the heart of the dead who are living life forever and forever ever mourning the mistake they once made to stop time in place, stop the hammering knocking down the rails, to stop the round and round to live life in one endless night

A vampire I am not, but Bram Stoker was a genius, in his writings it was he who caught the stunning beauty that is the tragedy of time.
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