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Dreams

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      Dreams If dreams like snowflakes softly fell Or flowed like spring from unknown dells And rustled in the twilight’s breeze Or fluttered low beneath the trees And gently sung a lullaby As stars peeked out from windows high For the dreams that fall as snowflakes do Have kissed the weary lucky few And now they slumber in a trance And journey through the lost expanse But save the chosen kindred few That watch the heavens fade from view For the hushed and restless now behold With envy as the dawn takes hold

My Garden

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My Garden Come to my garden, my sister my bride Follow me there with your eyes open wide For there are the flowers of yellow and blue The tapestry painted a glorious hue A place to delight in, to claim as my own A place to reveal my terrestrial throne A place for my queen to revel and dance A place to call home if given the chance I've come to your garden my husband my groom I've seen all the flowers in glorious bloom I'll turn this ambrosial site to a home That your majesty's presence no longer shall roam A place to delight in, I’ll transform the view A place to reveal, how the whole world is You A place for your essence to come down and sing A place for your palace, an abode for the king I gave you my garden my sister my bride But now it lies fallow unfit to reside   The lilies and lilacs, supplanted with weeds Covered in filth, on account of your deeds Higher and further you chased me away Your folly and lies, led you to betray You chose to ignore me, for pleasure an

Sunset

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Sunset I am lost and tossed against the waves As upon my soul the tempest laves Battered by the zephyrs song As my dreams refuse to sing along Lonely as a desperate squall I wonder should I care at all Yet there is still so much to do Before the sun sinks out of view I am restless as the flight-less bird Forced to fight for every word As embers hiss and won’t be still To fan the flames that fuel my will For every song the songsters sing Another one will lose its wings And for every stroke the painters paint How many stay sealed in restraint I am hounded by the un-walked trail And all the seas I will not sail And all the mountains made to climb And all the snows of wintertime No longer can I stay the trance Nor further can the hope advance For there is still so much to do Before the sun sinks out of view

Birchas Habonim

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  Birchas Habonim I place my hands upon her head, these words I’m meant to say A blessing from an ancient time, my hopes for her I pray I take a pause as words get stuck, somewhere inside my heart As if a hand is holding back, not allowing me to start Yet it’s not the words that are amiss, I’ve always known them in the past   I feel that something isn’t right, this year more so than last An empty feeling so unknown, yet familiar all the same A memory to look back on, like a picture in a frame A year ago I spoke with you, as you said these words to me And along with them the love and joy was clear as day to see And you put your hands on my head, the same way I do now And these ancient words would come to life, as your blessings they’d endow I never thought it would be so soon, these words I wouldn’t hear Although I know you never left, you really still are near Please put your hands back on my head, I really want to feel And say these hallowed ancient words, I want to know it’s real For

Exile

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Exile The heavens are covered in ashes,   The clouds wearing anguish and woe The angels are singing in silence For sons that they no longer know The mountains have cast down their pillars The hilltops have fallen in grief The flowers now colored in black The forests have shed every leaf The oceans lie dormant and somber The rivers have run their course dry The birds have ceased all their chirping On this day when the flames reached the sky On this day when the flames reached the sky On this day when the sages all cry On this day when the holy stones sigh On this day when destruction is nigh And now I am homeless and lonely Like a lamb lost, I wander and roam For I have perverted my duties I have witnessed the doom of my home And now I am tortured and beaten Hated despised and abused A floundering fish out of water Battered and broken and bruised   And my glory has long been forgotten The heavenly throne now ablaze Fo

Untouchable

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Untouchable* The pale moon shimmers on your skin, Behind me darkness grows Your azure eyes, concealed by shrouds, Beyond my weakness glows A wraith-like crest, upon your crown A prehistoric rose Your tragic beauty, yet unstained Has filled my tale of woes Your gaunt and slender cheeks betray The richness of your touch Your sorrel locks, like rivers flow Ensnare me in your clutch Your fragrance sweet like honeyed mead, Has brought me to my knees Your virgin lips, now cracked with age Can no longer appease Yes I’m the blind man in this tale, This sorrowful lament For I fell in love, and fell again, And now my love is spent I could have wandered all the worlds For all my living days To give you every fallen star And the sun’s forgotten rays Alas it has to be this way, You remain just out of reach You float beyond the tattered veil, To hearken to my speech All the angels in the sky And all the beasts of hell Shed bitter tears of envy As I bid my last farewell *This poem was my entry in

My Friend

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My Friend If you peer behind the glass facade, into this cranial abyss I reckon you'd discover there, how things are quite remiss But on top of that once you explore, behind the bars of bone Expect to find complacency, a warm and homey tone A comfort in the drowsiness, contentment in the fog Yet sorrow, pain and and loneliness, mixing up the smog For in this space I feel secure, yet tortured all the same It ’ s no marvel  why you wonder so, is he really sane And no matter of the distance run, I'm no further away The vices of this evil fiend, still are holding sway For in the mirror, if you stare, no horns will appear An assuring guise will greet you back, an image so austere Save beneath the chasm-ed walls, a dungeon dark and bleak That once you listen close enough, is audible the shriek Of those confined by stigmas, which leave them in the dust As they languish in their misery, wanting to combust And the spiral never seems to end, spinning pa