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Have to get to work have to get to work

Oh no, printer!
Coffee coffee coffee coffee.Decaf!

Phone, sales, phone sales.Write write write.
9-5 5-98 days a week.

Salary, customers Qualifications.
We keep living with these fixations

Schools, jobs, education, income.
But how do we know what we've become?

Living in a world built on stress
Shaky boundaries we detest

No work no food No food no work
No wonder this country's gone berserk

Till someone rocks these strong foundations
We'll keep waiting for the revelation

Anti Semitism

I wasn't there when my people were rounded up.
I wasn't there when bombs were dropped on the homes of the innocent.

But I'm here in the aftermath.
Though many years later, the holocaust seems like just a bad dream.
But it's nothing close to being just a dream.
Anti Semitism is still an on going thing.
It makes me sick to think that people are being persecuted for nothing more than religion or race. Even sexuality.
But racism is still a known thing, people have focused more on that over the last decade.
But sometimes they forget about the anti Semites.
Yes it's not world war 2 anymore, but they still exist.

I am Jewish, and I have noticed that more and more people have taken to anti Jewish jokes.
On my first day on a course a couple of the lads made an anti semitic joke.
It was later to reveal to them that I was Jewish.
Some continued to joke, and others felt guilty.

In school I noticed nazi symbols in the sixth form  common room. This scared me.
And once a boy thought it would be very amusing to pass me a note with that symbol.

Now I am not an orthodox Jew, but I still keep slightly to the rules of my religion.
I keep a kosher diet and people thought it would be funny to try to make me eat pork.
Saying "Ooh yes meat! Pig! You have no idea what you're missing" doesn't affect me, but forcing it in front of my face was something different.

People think that they're being clever when they come out with racist remarks.
Saying something like "I idolise Hitler and I'm going to bring him back and shoot you in the head"
Then checking that I knew who Hitler was by saying "He's the guy who killed all the Jews".
This was pure racist stupidity.
Hitler rounded up people of different races, he rounded up the disabled and the gay.
He rounded up my great grandfather.

What they said was sick, it was infuriating.
And there is too much of it out there...

You have people who embrace racism, and people who deny it's existence.
Both are so stupid.

The holocaust happened, but racism wasn't born then.
It has been here since races existed. And it remains here today.

What I really want to know is how anyone could let someone who feels so against certain people could ever come to power?
And who would be stupid enough to ever let it happen again?

Winter Haiku

Cold lonely night
Crisp white ice
Mushy peas and starlight
Log fire and frost bite.

..............

My heart is breaking
The shards rushing around me
Cutting up my soul

Sleep

I'd like to go to the land in my dreams
There's no place better,
Well so it seems.
I'd like to ride on that big blue wave
That washes the past and frees the slave.

I want to swing from tree to tree
Like a person finally free,
I need that heat,
That love,
That hurt,
The rest and fight in awkward night.
I'd like to speak my mind at last.

No tone,
No fool,
Just slow but fast,
I feel my life blow away,
In sleepy dreams I need to stay.
I'll find this place each time I cry,
I need this place so I can fly.

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I love you

Take a picture of the ideal and lock it inside your heart
I love you
I love you
These beastly words carry a numbing sting
A pain beyond description
It can cast a spell over any man or woman
I love you
I hear it ring
False melody
As beautiful as Lucifer
The fallen angel
I love you
Sweet lies
As real as hedges
Conditioned and restricted
I need you
Undefined hope
As true as religion
There are different interpretations
I love you

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The Guitarist

Guitarists’ hands.
His hands move up and down, strumming the guitar strings and expertly
caressing each chord.

He must be an artist,
So nimble, soft with force like making love to every bar.
Each fret quivers as seductively he moves on:

A, D, Em, GM. 1/4

He is experienced, knowingly touching the guitar, predicting the
Strings’ answer before the question

Orgasmically they sing.

He is not an old man, no age spots or visible veins, but he isn't young either.
Visible cuts and calluses show his past, all that his hands know is
this guitar.

I close my eyes to listen to his intense pleasure,
Professional yet free, as if he is expressing his soul through his
hands to my ears

A, D, E.

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