Thursday, December 17, 2009


So your work exceeded
you, and
like those before with
very little
in the world, you left
a masterpiece growing.

People argue your
a fact you might find amusing
the words reach out to immortality
honed by your graceful use.

At the last moments, in the month of hearts,
you escaped the world you described.
You got it write that time; starting an effect.

Could have been a mentor,
Instead; brilliant, voiceless works of words.


Saturday, December 12, 2009

Warsaw Pictures

I am drawn to chaotic images of people in Warsaw
lives shredded, torn, destroyed for

Jew Families, Jew Children, Jew Husbands,
fathers, wives, mothers, friends, brothers, sisters
dying and dead.

Pictures stare at me, grab me, pull me
to their time, their story

Men look stressed, knowing.
Women look hopeful, regretting.

Children, thrown to the streets.
Parents dying for faith, and blood.

Hate is powerful.
I Hate those who hated you and
seek forgiveness for that emotion.