As soft as fibers
Her hair as they touched mine
Fragrance like a wild flower
Lingering on my skin
...
Hear me, born accomplice
Vanquish the afflicted
Stand for my cause
Touch my crown
...
Shavuot
They shall prepare for the feast
Behold thy ancient Canaanites
Because now is the time for harvest
...
I was to dream
A land before time
When gold are merely stones
And pride is the only power
...
It was tumultuous as it is now
But gaurded by joy and love
For years and years we stand
Against the judgement of the world
...
The Impermanence
My soul...
Lost, searching, cold
Hysteria engulfed
My heart...
Callous, asleep, torrid
Defies all reasoning, shaken
My meat...
Corrupt, soiled, horrid
It’s a temple no more
I listened to the sound
a dropping sound
of sands in an hourglass
It is almost as soundless
as my voice
within the universe
But I can hear it
I felt it's movement
The sand
The dropping sound
Fast...
Deafening
I see the spirits
Powerful
Almost as mute
as my shadow
Like a halo over me
Watching my meat
Deteriorates
The dawn of time
Forgotten
Buried
It is night time now
I shall not sleep
I shall not be deceived
By what seemed peace
But not
I shall keep on the watch
I shall save the dust
I stand upon
I shall keep
the last grain
of sand
from the hourglass
I shall be awake
as the night sky
turns pale
I shall be sane
when the stars
do not show
their countless faces
I shall open my eyes
until the first light
Flickers
The last grain of sand
In my hand
Held
Hidden
Almost nothing
Almost a dream
(Jan.15,2011 13.23.03)