March of the Living

March of the Living

You feel like you just wanna hit something

Your fist clinch

You dig in hard and prepare for more

And you’re torn up like a rag beat up and bruised.

Like this is war and you have been shot

Every step a pain

Each breath a chore

Yet you march on through thick and thin into the darkness

And when the end hits you it hits hard

Like a punch to the gut breathless

Unconsciously awake

Shake me down

And burn my feet to the ground

Cause I will never let you down.

Songs march on

Treblinka

Treblinka

 There it was seen a monument to a place that should not have existed

On a land which should not be hallowed

From a time where man has raised up his sword against other man

To try to erase a nation

Names unmarked

Graves not shown

Blazing in a land surrounded by nature who begs to move on

And attempts to breath life

But it is painted on

As green grass crackles underneath your feet

As though long dead

A rouse to hide what it has seen

Treblinka

Reflections

Reflections

 All these things I've done lines I crossed bridges I've burned

Calling myself on the scars on the back of my hand

As every imperfection replays itself in my mind.

Each heartache, greater than the last

Shrouding my past with shear sanity

 And I look to find a love that I don't want

To add another tear to a pool over capacity

I'm ten feet deep and I'm nine feet tall

I stop and stall like a broken-down car stuck on the far end with no more gas

Can’t keep looking back it's time for me to step

Israel in Words

Israel in Words

I have been trying to write a poem for Israel and have not one idea.

I have no words to show off the landscape no adjective to describe the people who are brothers who I've never met.

I can't seem to find the right lines and rhymes to bring the country to life right in front of your eyes like an old TV screen.

Trying to capture your home in words should be easy yet I find myself speechless grasping at straws

The raw emotion evoked from the beauty of the hills heat of the desert.

 I want to record all the sounds of the city spliced out on paper like splattered paints

The lions roar of the oceans proud strong with pride that says

I'm king of my domain.

Now as I look down the land from the hills it seems that

I may run out of time

To show off how the sun seems to reflect out upon the ocean creating a bright white

Where god lives

It is so close that you can reach out and grab it

 As I sit here and try to write down a country on a page one word comes to mind and stays there short and sweet.

Home

GAGGING

GAGGING

Who has that right to deny me my chance to be proud?

What brother denies his brothers that opportunity to express his pride?

 There are those who you consider not a brother

Yet for two weeks this family, be it strange as it may be is worthy of praise.

We've been through hell and come out in a land of bliss built with milk and honey.

We pushed through the fire and gas to the top of Masada.

These are my brothers and they deserve the chance to see what we truly are.

We are all alephs and no man, gag or not can hide that

Majdanek

Majdanek

Forty-eight thousand shoes each pair a person

Each person a family

Every family a story

Every story a heart beat

Every person shares a heart beat

Ba rump a pum pum

Ba rump a pum pum  pum

Each heart has 60 beats a minute

Every minute people die

Every death a tragedy

Six million deaths

Six million tragedies

Majdanek

Auschwitz

Auschwitz

There it is that smell again rising in the darkness

I know that smell and have smelled it before.

It's a dusty smell which fills your lungs and clouds your breathing.

The strong malignant odor which no person should know

The smell of death,

Of burnt flesh

Torn from the very existence of reality.

It burns the cavities of your body and as that smell of a scentless gas fills the air

You choke

Can’t breath can't hear, feel, or see

It’s light but it's dark and their is no sun which reaches that dark land

With that smell which should never be smelled

Auschwitz

Pad Locks

Pad Locks

Oh locked door with iron handled locks

Padded and painted to keep you new

Oh door what have you seen in ageless detail

Covered in the dirt the dark

Green grass who breaths life into your dark secret

What do you hide and where do you lead

A shadowy land whose secrets are meant to be hidden away

A Thousand fires in the night sky

A Thousand Fires in the Night

I am going to take the sky and burn it
Take these next few lines and turn them
into something that you ain't never seen before
Watch as I rip up the floor and float mid air
Take these pieces of paper and make flares that
light up the night like a shooting star

Let me be the voice in the back of your mind
Let me take these rhymes and makes lines that jump
off the page like a 3-D movie. I will give your heart
a beat your lungs a breath. I will take this stanza
And beat him to death.

Each time I pick up this pen I spit ink, I spit venom
I spit fire that can light up the sky and send the world
on fire. I stepped into this game and I'm not backing out
No words no ideas will fill me with doubt. I am to strong
I am too hyped. So let me lead you through the night.

Let me take you through the fight to that light at the end
Of the tunnel.Hear the songs and the march let us scream
through the dark. Till we fill the sky with a fire until it is bright

I am a gun cocked locked and loaded in your hand pointed at the skyIn lamence terms you make me higher than I have dared to dream
High as a rocket left in space slowly orbitting to forever watch
But to never speak or touch but to stay at a distance
I left this world behind to get a glimpse of you and to see and love you

When you bring me down just let me crash and  burn die
Let my body turn to ash and let the wind blow wild and free
If you are with me my body is nothing just a shell for you to be

Every breath you take makes my heart raceand body jump
To the beat of your steps and words livid in time and rhyme with mine.
The sky weeps without you around to keep her blue.

I am a gun cocked locked and loaded in your hand pointed at the sky
In lamence terms you make me high like I am living in a dream given
A chance to feel your body touch up against me for a glimpse or
taste of your lips which would be a beautiful red even without me

I am a gun cocked locked and loaded in your hand pointed at the sky
In lamence terms you make me high

Truth is in the Question

Sun rises like a warm return to times passed
As though my dreams and thoughts  mean little
Rarely able to convince myself that maybe there is
Any chance for me to find truth in my life and feel
Happiness in it's entirety

With flesh burned and scarred from times past
It almost seems that th sky falls with each embrace
Like the world's worth can only be compared to you
Let all others on this planet drop off the face of the earth

Yesterday I never knew of these feelings that run
Over the hills and into the valleys of my mind they swim
Underneath my thick skin to where the waters are clear
Grasping to keep myself awake this dream can't end
On such a simple note like the key of a piano

Turned upside-down I play love backwards like an
Old bent up accordion its beautiful to hear yet
Precariously teeters between what is
Real and imaginary painting pictures which cross
Over into the hearts of men turned away
Made to praise you with words of a sick venom

Which has become twisted and out of place with time
If these emotions which rip me apart and build
This new creature whose likeliness and conscious
Have the same thoughts that are my own and

Maybe in this the true questions can be answered
Even if they are as simple as yes or no

EPILOGUE

Epilogue

It is strange how it all happened, the change
It started as a playful game just some fun words and names
Some jokes, thoughts, ideas, and friends
Then it turned from jokes to strokes
Ideas to personal fears
Friends to loneliness

It went from ink to blood
Spilled in a moment a movement
A movement to end the hate to end the blindness
Now I find maybe my mind was brought about by this strange delay
The ink before the cannon the pen before the hand

The fearful need to only find inner light
The bold need to share their rights
Welcome to the war welcome to the fight
Listen can you hear the revelry call
Shouting up from the paper which you read

The book bleeds the book lives
The book is me this book is my child
The display of the wrong the light showing the vile
Not just the world not just in the sea
The vile crap which spews from the masses its not the end it’s the beginning
It’s the starts which you see
It’s just my mind working, shouting
It’s a journey that may never end it’s your enemy and friend

Now that you know the truth you can't go back
Now you know the truth you must press forward
Now please tell me, you have had fun
Now that this book is finally done
Now tell me I am not the only one
Just thank you
This is the final one for now at least
For the feast of the soul
I hope you leave feeling whole
Please remember the phrase remember the names
And all that it is
Please save the kids
THANKS

Love

Love is a lost art to you or to me

It is another word without meaning

And yet to her it is a sight to see

She is the one who still keeps me dreaming

She can make me weak with her brilliant eyes

And with her glorious hair of a dark brown

With a phone connection as our only ties

By a distance of thirty miles in ground

Like a Comet

The world in front of me with posibilities galore
I know just what i want to have but alas i still want more
With dreams spread out in front of me
And mistakes to my back, my life is going
Foward and I'm never looking back
With the devil to the left of me
And an angel to my right
I make my long journey
Out into the darkest night

For I choose not to die today
Nor any other days of my life
I will live forever through thoughts and deeds
My body may wither and fall
But my mind shall never leave
I'll sing and dance on rain clouds
As people still mutter my name
Inscribed in all the books with everlasting fame

No being be it of man or beast
will send me to my grave
Like a comet in the sky
never shall i fall
from my body lying in the grave
your names i shall call.

Fraternally Submitted with Honor and Love
Still
Aleph Samuel L. Rubinstein

Is It Really Over

This is not what i meant for you
Not what i dreamt about as i lay alone at night
I did not foresee any of this anger between you and me
Yet i find myself alone again with nothing but these sad words

There is nothing left inside of me nothing left to give
there is no emotion left for me to show
no anger nor sadness nor singing songs of rage
just me alone with broken words which are falling on a page

it is over they tell me
it was all just a great dream a dream
my body lies broken my mind has gone weak
i am can't even come up with strong words to speak

My voice has run flat
the tears still rolling down my eyes
My pen is showing the true pain in my eyes
i don't know my thinking i don't know my dreams

So let the bloody ink fall down
and cover my page and write out my bloody rage
i bid farewell to good times past
and a dream gone by which just didn't last.

Fraternally submitted through Tears and and Pain
Samuel L. Rubinstein

A Poem about Nothiong

i am not writing this poem about the magic of human life
nor am i writing about personal strife
i am not gonna try and rhyme my words
and explain the working of our world
nor will i adress the the mindless masses
and their funny passes to represent themselves as truel life
they shout about heir fake strife
i am not writing about war
or disgusting whores

i am not ready to finish this poem so i won't
i will write another stanza and another line
so that you waste your time reading
this fake series of lines
they signify nothing yet everything at once
I am not yet done with this poem
I am still gonna write
why stop now

I have created a monster in words
a hypnotic beast that will keep you reading
not asking any questions not getting any answers just reading
you will read forever with no questions asked
no thoughts behind it or philoshies underneath it
this a poem signifying nothing
yet it is everywhere i see
everything i hear
and the people around me
it is a mindless faceless poem
it is you and it is me

Fraternally submitted
Aleph Samuel L. Rubinstein

It Happens that way

Have you ever waited till 2am for a call that never came
From a person who doesn't actually care enough to say goodnight
Have you ever sat there and felt hurt like a cut was running down your back and you can't see it
That pain burns like a fire
It's a pain no man should go through yet why did it happen to me betray
Then tell me aww poor baby it's all ok
To whom are talking to cause it isn't me remember you left me standing waiting for a call that never came
To hear words which were never spoke
That will never be said back

Writers Block

When you stay up till one in the morning eyes red finding that you are caught in a bind which
Rips you apart page by page each line becomes tainted with blood and
If only for a moment life became easy again when the words used to flow like river
That rushed onto the pages in the form of ink it had a life a soul which was all it's own
Every word almost popped and crackled like burning embers of the fire
Ripping the night apart, leaving only light and something golden
Singing to the heavens in praise of each and every word that builds itself up

Break it down to the beat that is so out of time and caught out of tune
Living in each of our heads, we try to lie to ourselves each day we silently beat each
Other with in an inch of our lives and we don't call it suicide and we can never
Call it homicide. It is just climate  control where we  secretly take time to
Kill ourselves and create something new, something from the pits of our souls

Build it up like children with there toy blocks