Friday, June 29, 2012

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
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

Thursday, June 28, 2012

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
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

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Nora Ephron, famed screenwriter and director, dies at 71

Nora Ephron, famed screenwriter and director, dies at 71

(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."

Tuesday, June 26, 2012


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
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
He alone knows where it hurts
Where I hurt
And a whole host of others
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
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