Fate and me

It was bliss

That day there was so much peace

Few happy moments could compare

To this

You were with me

And for a second

I felt something real

And permanent had finally come to me

Alas it was not to be

You were just like the others

A traitor

The adjustment bureau warned me about this

But silly me

I would not heed

Now it’s the same place

Same space

And I see

This is how it is meant to be

I am on a journey

For now only HE

Can go with me

Only then will there be peace

The others

Do not see what I see

I don’t hate them for it

I don’t resent her

The fault always lay with me

I did not want to accept

How it had to be

It is my destiny

I have to come to terms with it

He alone knows where this leads

And I must follow him to find my peace

So I can be free

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Scattered thoughts

The voice again puts pen to paper

In the distance I hear the laughter

My heart burns with a hunger

While banks in Europe smell disaster

Her eyes, the love fades into the ever after

While I chase the dream my God, my father

Gave to me

To quench this thirst and assuage this hunger

You don’t know me

Your love is sweet …. But after

It is as bitter

As a deep blue sea

Filled with cankerworm that has scattered

I am a voice

That needs to be heard

A voice misunderstood

A voice that can’t get others to see as I do

I am a voice on a feud

A voice trying to tell a story

That might perhaps make some sense to you

The land is cold

And it is cruel

Who would know it better than you?

Than me

What can this voice accomplish?

Without you and me

If this voice speaks,

Writes and you do not hear and read

Then I have failed my father in the task

He sent me to achieve

God in heaven help me

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The terrible things I have seen

I have lived a charmed existence I believe

God has always been right beside me

When I think of all the terrible things I have seen

I once saw a man whose skin was yellow

His eyes mellow and so yellow

They were almost red

I asked and I was told his liver had failed

I saw another

He was lame

His skin was Grey

Blood seeping from both sides of his mouth

The sight was insane

I asked

And was told he had a disease I could not name

Another came

Walking in

Barely a month later

They wheeled him out so lean

He looked like a skeleton on stilts

There was another who screamed

Wailed and cried for hours

Before death pried

Him from his tenuous hold to life

I remember the cries…

Remember my cries

The horror before my eyes

I can only thank God I am alive

Because all the horrors I have seen

Are too terrible to describe

Call for an Absolution

I am speaking into the wind

Telling tales of what I see

As a man with one voice

I cry to him

My cries echoes over the hills

Trembling the earth beneath his feet

I wait and I listen

For a while I think he does not hear me

Its then I hear him speak

Peace my son….. be still

One think makes me exist

It is the possibility that maybe

I can be a better man for him

But my lusts, hunger

Betray me

I look at her and all I want

Is the freedom only she can give

Me

But even this thought is SIN

Now I am on a cliff

My eyes on the skies

Waiting for what

Only he can tell me

I am a man

A voice that hungers for an absolution

My feet are planted

My eyes fixed on the setting sun

The darkness comes

And soon it will be high lonesome

Then I would have to wait once again

For the rising sun

Remembering and not remembering

I don't remember who am supposed to be
I don't remember how am supposed to become free
I don't remember how this thing....
Came to become me
I don't remember when i lost my will
I don't remember her
Even the words she said we used to speak
I don't remember the love
That when she spoke of it
Her eyes shone with
Light
And in a strange way i felt such peace
I don't remember when i stopped caring about anyone or anything
All i remember is this......
I remember when walking alone became sweet
I remember the pain in my eyes
when i realized i was chasing a dream
A myth
I remember the day it became clear to me
Who I was supposed to be
I remember realizing the only person i can count on is HIM
And amongst mortals ME
The fam, the sibs
I remember the day i started to live
To breathe
When every debris was taken away from me
It was when you left...
I thank God that I AM FREE

Nora Ephron, famed screenwriter and director, dies at 71

By Yahoo! Movies | Movie Talk – 11 hours ago

(Photo: Dee Cercone/Everett Collection)"When Harry Met Sally," "Sleepless in Seattle" and "Silkwood" screenwriter Nora Ephron has died, according to the Washington Post and CBS News. She was 71 years old and was said to be suffering from leukemia.

Known as a prolific writer spanning film, stage, novels, works of journalism and blogs, Ephron was also an accomplished filmmaker, having both written and directed "Julie & Julia" (2009), "Bewitched" (2005), "You've Got Mail" (1998), "Michael" (1996), "Mixed Nuts" (1994), "Sleepless in Seattle" (1993) and "This Is My Life" (1992). She was nominated three times for the Academy Award for Best Original Screenplay.
[Photos: Nora Ephron's film career]
Born in 1941 in New York City to a writerly Jewish family, Ephron moved with her parents and three sisters to Beverly Hills when she was four. Both of her parents were screenwriters as are two of her sisters; and she has another sister who is a journalist and novelist.
Ephron majored in political science at Wellesley College but also wrote for the school paper, graduating in 1962. She interned at the White House during John F. Kennedy's administration and later became a reporter at the New York Post — eventually gaining praise for inserting her own voice into her work as part of the "New Journalism" movement.
Her 1983 novel "Heartburn" — which was later made into a film starring Meryl  Streep and Jack Nicholson — was inspired by her second marriage to famed Washington Post journalist Carl Bernstein (who helped break the Watergate story). Ephron is survived by her husband Nicholas Pileggi (writer of "Goodfellas") and two sons, Jacob and Max Bernstein.
Some actors appeared in Ephron-penned films multiple times:  Meryl Streep appeared in "Silkwood," "Heartburn" and "Julie & Julia"; Tom Hanks starred in "Sleepless in Seattle" and "You've Got Mail" as did Meg Ryan — who also starred in "When Harry Met Sally."

Love

Love……….

What a strange, curious little thing

I am beginning to doubt it exists

I mean look all around you

Be honest and tell me what you see

“You’re silent.”

The sigh comes even before I can help it

All I see is chaos

Hate… people stepping on others

Killing, dying for one shot at greatness

A stagnant pool

Selfishness, GREED

And you sit there and tell me

This is love

Are you for real?

Can’t you see the grief?

The mourning, hopelessness

Bombs falling, exploding,

Limbs flying

Mothers with dead children crying

And you sit there and tell me

Love is not lying?

What is it?

Answer me!!!

I can’t hear you over the crying

The sighing

The bound, the chained

Begging for salvation

Crying for an absolution

Ironically

The hands of those we seek solace from

Are the same ones

That punish us for being us

The earth breathes nothing but dust

Care, love devotion is lost

Lost in a chaotic miasma

Even the gods could not unravel

There is one source

One love

HIM!

He alone knows where it hurts

Where I hurt

And a whole host of others

Groan

Searching for what we feel is lost

I hear him call

Not hear exactly

I feel him call

I feel his love

But I am afraid

Because of the war

A part of me shudders to think

What he thinks

About me

Love…

Only him

Everything else is just a cross

Every journey is a wandering in the land of the lost

I look to the heavens and I feel his love

I want to go there

But I have to be here

Show me the true meaning father

The true meaning of your love