My life

Content

היחיד בשבילה

Love without Borders

I know you are there

Earth  Dumb

Several time periods

Warry and lonley

Freedom of flaying

No face

Love without Borders

 My love bites into my soul. The boundless love of mine

Is it worth for me to empty myself by myself?

With no exit and no cure I seek a shelter to stop

To ponder on life and the day of tomorrow

At the end of it all every thing turns out the same.

היחיד בשבילה

התקרבתי אליה , החזקתי את ידה . אני לא אביך ואיני מתכוון להיות . והיא בשלה המשיכה להגיד. מסתכלת ביומניה. “פעם ראשונה מזה הרבה זמן שאני רואה את השמש” היא הייתה מבוגרת ממני בשנים , אך אני הייתי היחיד שם בשבילה. “האם את אוהבת מוזיקה ?” שאלתי בהיסוס. פניה זרחו . חיים , מוות , שנאה , אהבה. הכל נהיה חסר משמעות ברגע הזה בחדר 509. “ביטלס” היא אמרה , ולא הוציאה מילה נוספת. שכחתי שאנחנו שחקנים , והעולם במה. לרגע היינו שני אנשים. שתי נשמות שוכנות של אותו החדר. אני הייתי הקפטן והיא הייתה ספינתי .

אהבה ללא גבולות

אהבה שלי נוגסת בנשמה שלי.

אהבה שלי חסרת גבולות שלי.

האם שווה בשביל זה לרוקן את עצמי בעצמי.

ללא מוצא וללא מזור אני מחפש מקלט לעצור.

לחשוב על החיים ועל המחר.

בסוף הכל יוצא אותו דבר.

מוצא טיפה של תקווה בכתיבה.

סיבה טובה כי החיים הם מסיבה.

מוצא תירוצים לכל הנוכלים.

ושורף גשרים כאילו היו מישורים.

ללא עקבות וללא אכזבות את האהבות שלי

אקבור עמוק עמוק בקור.

I know you are there

I stair  at the dim empty screen as it bounds my soul into a knot I  am stuck abandoned craving freedom from each side, physically unhinged, mentally confined to the grim utterly incomprehensible consuming slavery of mankind’s crumbling intellectual liberation.

I speak without breathing, I breathe without inhaling, tasking an impossible query “time out”, I scream into the surface provided someone or something has taken notice.

I know you are here, devil speak your name and I shall be your guide to stop dependencies on darkness and hate.

Sound your word through a dignified censor the beast of blood and eternal agony will grant me my wishes.

Earth Dumb

The clutches of eternal slumber resides, co- exist, dwells beneath our deepest secrets. The hungry dog thirsts for knowledge yet it eludes our grasps, leading us to a deep dark hole of isolation and aloofness.

The cavalry has arrived with none too greet; a barren waste lays in what was the sea of passion. Mankind stands tall only on its knees, prays to a virtual get without consequences.

Inhaling the suffocating air of what was once called freedom.

 Several time periods

I spent my one life wondering what other people thought when

I didn’t listen to myself talking or thinking or anything of that kind.

I have to start writing that book , I wanted popularity and exposure,

so people would listen to what I say and understand me .I wanted

to express my feelings and put them on my book to spared them all around my book includes several time periods which takes place in the nearby future , not something too fancy but heartbreaking…..

Warry and lonley

Lily was always a brute reconciling uncomprehending difference.She grew warry and lonley.At time come she bare her fruit with great aptitude, graced with the light of the all mighty! Her blood suffered as she befalls an ailment. She could not play violin as ferociously and as fiercely as she once did.

The year of judgment was upon her, her yellow hair had shrunk, her teeth were withering, and her arms were tired from carrying the heavy load.

Alass turned up at the feet of the creek.

Freedom of flaying

The writing passage of a bird is not an easy one. The day the son’s father had died he held up his sword with a fierceful glance “I am the bird”, how know the son told…his son.

While all the other birds conquered the sky  freely without any care the son could not. Afraid  of growth  and afraid of change, he kept growing worry of his life.

The bird asked the sun but this couldn’t tell him. He asked the trees and the flowers and sky with no reply.

One day a great vision worse be stowed up on him” I know I’ll build a machine that will fly for me “. Rushing to his tools, so the idea would not escape his mind. He began working night and day ignoring his family, his friends.

At time goes by his children and their children grow to fly leaving the nest he had built. Without freedom the bird left this world unwillingly flying.

No face

I have no name,I have no face.I’am not defined by gender color of a crazy agenda. My main export are words , I am not a creature not an object I closer to a number,farther from an object.I am not a friend or a cover I do not suffer as you , can’t be killed or shut I am your humble servent and your master.I cannot be framed, try as you may I will not be contained.Drinking from the well of despair I would not be impaired.I am a cloack and a clock, I am a crock and a smog.You will never have me I am not part of you reality.

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