Jewish love of paradox—life is so wonderful
I can’t bear it!
forgiveness is the original tear
my love swells for those willing to die
so others may see
mourning is another fate
breakdown precedes breakthrough
to observe and capture—the bodies here now
the shadows they chase after
weakness is a shadow—I’m real
my throat is sick—with my father in it
failure acknowledges what one otherwise
refuses to see
how much of my dissatisfaction is dissatisfaction itself?
what will it take to be satisfied? to be someone else?
of three choices, a fourth will show
I’m the only teacher I’ll ever know
how many of these minds are actually mine?
my ten commandments in two:
you are beautiful—relax
while searching there remains hope
which is preferred to anything I may find
to live amongst hours and forgo the time
to find comfort in perpetual discord
my journeys are prayers—I’d rather be happy
ideals never satisfy the mystical urge
dogma’s contained by the daily act
kill the morning—before it kills you!
sleeping’s no rest from seeking
I think : therefore I am
I am : therefore I am not
I think : therefore I am not…duh…