I Don’t Want to Be a Corpse

I don’t want to be a corpse
riding the train in silence
just standing with the pole in hand
trying not to smile
I don’t want to just float through
through the tunnels like a lazy mule
staring blankly in between the bodies
hoping not to feel

These people, I see
I know – they are me
much closer than farther,
the distance between beings

From time to time, I feel this connection
a sensation of worthwhile warmth
passing over us from above
while growing from deep inside
I feel as those around me feel
I share the space, the time the air
we breathe together

my נשמה, my soul delivers consciousness, whole and pure
I travel time on
a subway line
the doorway chime
marks the seconds in my mind

I can realign my own divinity in the space of this time
I can unassign my ego from its place of self-design
I can see inside my being I can see inside my mind

and when it’s time…
ברוך השם!
to earth my body will resign

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I’m Going to Take You All Over the Place

I’m going to take you all over the place, and hopefully you’re going to have just a taste of what it’s like when I open my mind’s eye, and try to describe what I find.

The last test of an imposing crest of blessings vexed the best set of leftists, so I spent the day dissecting alphabets and setting sounds in test pattens – YES!

Rest carefully instead of fretting, Caress the nest instead of guessing what to do. Should we zoom in an luminous tunes? Croon and swoon, filled up to the brim, let’s spin again and send sparks ahead to them.

Let’s get them to listen, let’s get them to understand, let’s bless his name endlessly over again. Let’s tend to the sick and the swollen and then let’s spend time to right all the wrongs and defend the friendless alone and unknown.

Sew a thread to mend their broken heads.

Send them a prayer and lend them a hand until we can all dance together in the end, we’ll all have to try harder to blend the blasted broken and bent pieces of our nation.

we were here since before creation, our letters were called on to set things in motion…

…and NOW?…

…And now we’re left with petro-fried potato corn wheat chips packed in plastic, placed in pantries all over the land. Damned oil companies set up the plan! and Man and WoMan Stand and demand better brands and deeper tans and bigger vans to move their fams, FUKGLAM!

That shameless scam is too bland for this man!

I’d rather spend my energy studying the centuries, rather use my voice to lift this earth up to the heavenly.

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