octave

Octave
7-6-13

Yeah, of eight diatonic degrees
I sing in new octaves
As a prayer warrior always down on his knees
Where between poems of the same name
Revision and improvisation will be as my game
Where I wish that sometimes I can say the same
As the pen glides over recycled paper found in a closet
That O, so long has been disregarded
For what it is in my abode of clutter and disarray
Yeah, of eight diatonic degrees
I find my way...




Yafo
7-6-13

Former cities of west central Israel stand still
Where we leave it all up to fate
To be in the good Lord's hand
Where our religion can be our curse and chain
As farmers pray for another torrential rain
Reaping not my harvest for the cause of gain
To find that along with pleasure will come much pain
In that I have broken every commandment in the book....




Collaboration
7-6-13

The tyro and the savant join forces
Reflecting in each other's art
For the cause of a union
That only a believer can make sense of
Wherein fear is cast out by ones love
Being yet just a babe
In my thirteen years of fruitless searches through the book
Where I stay cool during another heatwave with no need of a sign
Or even to take a look
Where the novice and the pundit collaborate
To yet point out that what is hid from the beginning.....