you've made it to my writings. the place to get to, if you're either really brave or just want to poke at the inner workings of my mind
Green
Verde Que te quiero Verde Verde viento, Verde ramas Un caballo sobre la montana y Un Barco sobre la mar Green how i want you green, new found land of forgotten conquer fight for my honor bound dagger to the heart running unseen In the night a knight to crown ride Green wind, Green branches reaching out of silent streches growing out to leave a cyanic tide That pulls away to seal the ring of followers and 33 fountains a Knight riding in the mountains to judge and be judged on wing A prayer for him me one we and the same twins save grace from heaven holy wave and a boat on the sea.
White Sands In The Negev(pensamientos locos de un judio y su mente)
Wandering distant from my city of gold
united and tied bound in opulence
left behind cast out alone I leave
surrendering to a power greater
higher call out bring down
from heaven on most high
to these white sands where walked
Aaron pure and clean
a sacrifice the goat unblemished
for the people to be forgiven
Giving up and in loving I
remember home and time bound
and gagged when death was an expected
guest-brother going off to Golan and
blood his sacrifice for us the people
Azazel The one leaving your
hands raised in blessing to spill his blood
on white sands a gladiator slave redeemer
of the impure a game played
by children
I heard as Samuel calling crying demanding my
blood, for this place walking at my side
a companion
without a face cloaked illuminating
cornered darkened souls in seething storms
enraptured lilies in the desert
sleep a requiem song calling
that I sleep wrapped in white flax surrendering
to power greater than I
with my fathers in the center of
my city of gold
My Zeida's Tfillin(to my mother, on tradition)
That morning that we were
called that Zeida died It pained
me in more ways than you knew-you losing
a parent-I losing more than you would ever know-
Teacher,grandparent, and confidant
that upon the day two days later the funeral and
the ride among the ignorant
I rode among them recounting the tales told to me,holding
feeling the worn leather in my cold-sad hands
And I remembered.....
I held the Tfillin once when I was small
standing in Bubbe and Zeida's bedroom-
seeing and feeling part of a tradition a line unbroken
as separate from his spanish(or maybe linked- us the two linguists alone)
"Tfillin can cost as much for a new set as a small car"
A sentence said to me,
a schoolroom with out books
learning time out of memory
that I did not understand then, accepting
simply knowing the power, hearing him speak
feeling the words
In the warm silence that afternoon in May(or June) I sat learning
imbibing like a drunk at an open spigot the knowledge
passing from the mists of his memories
tasting the essences of cozmic energy
in the bedroom, but the door only locked
by his Spanish
He told me of the traditions, of the history
the scholars that were family, the people
that passed on the learning-that I should see myself
as to be seen kosher-separate
Holding touching and absorbing the scent of the leather
binding it to my soul as I was shown to bind them there upon my arm
"Promise that you will pass them only to your children"
In remembrance spoken in ancient tongues
that I was taught upon that day and set upon a path
of learning.
That day in the bedroom learning in silence-
quiet as a rabbi's study
a contemplation location lost in the unspoken
words given on the day
El Cayendo the falling and the mystic words
that fell from his lips to my storehouses
sealed with a promise that I would pass them
only to my children
Wedding dresses and Dancing(To Rahael, on the Occaision of her last Naval Ball)
I wore that dress once, long
ago-on what was the happiest time in my life
to be married as I was taught was a high calling-
my place in life
White-symbol for purity-and the music
I was nervous scared giving myself over
to this man to be his lover and partner
The unbroken chain as my mother before
and likewise hers-and yet I was frightened
to give of my heart to the great beyond
"I stand before my maker/Like Moses on the Hill/I stand the image
maker/I write the will"
Under the Chupah, a tent without walls in a room
where tradition oppressively beat
scent of love,scent of peace
and my scent of fear and dread
under the watchfull eyes of those now long dead
the family-where have they gone-where are you going
In the sanctuary by his side I am
held still inside the raging beast
who wants to leave and fly far to anywhere
alone
He stands at my side beholden with the sign in his hand-the ring
to say that he has paid my price
from my father to his own
I am no longer under their roof
but this one on a house with no walls
a reminder of Abraham and Sarah
a tent with four doors to recieve
guests where there are few
and I am here with the few and the many
gathered in simple silence
a holy place
In the darkness I had loved and know I
loved the man at my side-do I love him-
and I wear white-as colors united there did I stand
and dance as you will be dancing tonight
before they pay your price.
Leaving At The Midnight Hour/The Thief In The Night
I leave you in silence for the cool breath of night,
The darkness closes around me as a tight cloak of ebony.
Going to my den, my lair of unyielding sight;
Where I shall rest till the aproach of light.
It is the midnight, the darkest hour;
where thieves live to steal from the heart.
Those for whom pain is the ultimate power,
Lest you be among those in the shadows will cower.
I am the stepchild of that enlightened time,
raised to run among the dimly-lit streets of the mind.
So saith I of the secret world where grew we amid the grime,
I must leave you at Midnight, the killing time.
Defined am I as a thief in the Night,
bound to steal of men's hearts and souls.
But you have touched me, in ways even I cannot fight,
To tame the thief is an impressive sight.
But go I must, feel I the call of the beckoning death song;
Stirring the warrior within my veins,
I shall return ere dusk again grows ever long,
Till the midnight hour, shalt I be the thief amid the shado'd throng.