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