I Want

I want to live my life based on peace, love and understanding. I want to look into the eyes of strangers and not judge them, even a little bit, based on their religion, race or beliefs.
I want to live a life based on love.
To sing songs like, “All you need is love,” or even “Masters of War” and believe wholeheartedly in the words I am singing.
I want to fight for the innocent women and children being raped, killed or perhaps even worse, kept alive, starved for food, air and freedom, in a lifeless life. In an uncaring world.

I want to tell my French friend that Jews do not dislike the French, that we do not begrudge the fact that 35% of the French people think “Jews today, in their own interest, exploit their status as victims of the Nazi genocide during WWII,” and 25% stated that “Jews have too much power in the fields of economy and finance.”
I want to be proud of the President of the United States for leading the world towards a better world. I want to say that Islam is a religion based on Love. But tell that to the millions of people who have had their lives turned upside down by cold blooded murder in the name of their prophet.
I want to believe that it is religious extremism across the board needs to be addressed and discussed. But it is not religious extremism it is Islamic Extremism only, that has brought us to live in a world where fear and vigilance have become words that surround us on a constant basis.
I want to tell Israel to take down the walls, to just get over the murders, the bombs, the rockets and the destruction of peace in their lifetimes, in their homeland. (Which, by the way, is 1/19th the size of California. It is only 260 miles at its longest, has a 112-mile coastline, 60 miles at its widest, and between 3 and 9 miles at its narrowest! Surrounded by land occupied by 22 Arab states 640 times the size of Israel.)
I never wanted Israel to destroy Gaza; but no country in the world, hell, no person living in a home that is constantly being bombarded with an aim to destroy, would show as much restraint as Benjamin Netanyahu and the Israeli Army did.
Freedom of speech, freedom of religion, freedom of sexual orientation. Freedom to assemble and to protest, to demonstrate and to mock or satirize anyone. That’s Israel.
Netanyahu, in his Christmas message to the Christians in Israel stated, “Here in Israel religious freedom is a sacred principle. Israel’s Christian citizens enjoy the full blessing of freedom and democracy. Their equal rights are enshrined in Israeli law.”
There are so many websites, news organizations and social site impostors who post and write about destruction caused by the U.S. and other democratic countries and equate them with the Islamic Jihadists and the Arab countries that bankroll them. There is a difference.
The United States and its Allies are fighting against terror, against evil and against a ideology that is based on the destruction of all freedoms, lives and civilizations.
The destruction of peace, love and understanding.
I want to, I want to love all peoples.
But more than that – I want to live, I want to be free from the vigilance and fear. I want to be free – and I believe that freedom should be fought for and should even be the excuse for war.
I don’t want war – I really am a lover of all people. I want peace.
But if it’s a choice between killing or being killed…I am going to do whatever it takes to live.
A world without freedom, a world filled with fear and destruction is not a world that anyone should be part of.

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quand cela se arrêtera (When will it End?)

In a city full of beauty, in a country full of life and a culture full of art and love – strangers have set foot upon the land – where poetry thrives, artists dream and music is composed.
They are burning the books and bringing the flames of hell upon the people…
They are covering the beauty so no one can see it and be tempted to take it away…
Children are shaking, the windows are breaking and the thunder is being silenced once again.
When will it end?
This hatred that is spreading like a cancer?
When will it end?
These questions which have no answers?
When will it end?
For the artist, the lovers and the romancers?
quand cela se arrêtera?
quand allez adorer revenir à la maison et dépasser la haine ?

Pardon my French – I used google translate

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A Piano an Old Man and a Song 4 U And Me

I walked into the ballroom – surrounded by tuxedos and long revealing gowns. An orchestra was playing a song from Our Town. People stood together, as if protected from their fate. I looked towards the door, but I knew it was too late.
Too late to leave, too early to stay.

Play me that sad song the one we used to play.
Song called, “Evergreen” from another lifetime ago. Do you remember the way I held you as we danced so slow.

Where are you – is it too late for you to get here?
Is it too soon for you to believe?
I can see you standing against the wall – would you like to dance with me?

A piano is playing, an older man tickling the keys. playing a song for dancing, playing a song for you and me.

“Touch me in the morning…” We stood close together, through the window we can see the stormin’.
“Then just walk away…” Your arms around my neck, my arms around your waist.
“We don’t have tomorrow…” I kiss your lips, I feel your tongue…
“But we had yesterday…” The piano stops and the orchestra is silenced.

The doors open and we walk our as one – tuxedos and long revealing dresses, piano man and the storm.

I put my arm ‘neath yours – you place your head on my shoulder. The orchestra begins to play a song as we walk through the doors. The music fades as we walk in the rain – we walk towards a tree and we stand beneath it. The roots of our love keeping us warm – keeping us close.

Lightening and then Thunder – striking 100 times for you and me. While the old man sits by the piano – playing that old song for you and me.

Together through life – each other’s stories run together like the days and nights of our time…our tree has blossomed and its growing so fast – if we don’t have tomorrow our yesterday will keep our memory alive forever.

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Senses

I can hear the trains running along the tracks – right by the outskirts of town.
I can hear the sounds of the birds, the dogs and the crickets.
I can hear your voice telling me you need to leave.

I can see the stars shining up above decorating the night.
I can see the waves breaking wildly onto the dunes.
I can see your lips moving telling me you need to leave.

Where are you going and why can’t I come?
Where are you running to and will you ever come home?

I can smell the flowers blooming in the garden right beneath this rounded porch.
I can smell the lake just rained on from across the way.
I can smell his cologne on you as you say goodbye.

I can feel my heart breaking into bits and pieces.
I can feel my brain about to explode.
I can feel your hand letting go…

Where will I be going will love come back some day?
When will she show up…where will I be?
Who will she be wearing…no masks please…
What will I say to her…can I ever be free?

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Remember?

Remember?
I came back home last week, big greyhound bus and a backpack full of clothes. That bus rode in on Main Street, that old coffee shop was closed.
I walked across the park and stop by that old oak tree, the one where we carved our initials and climbed on – its still standing tall, our initials are hard to read but still able to see.

There were some kids playing tag and that tree was the safety base…if they only knew the things we did together up above or down below…I can still feel your embrace…
Its been such a long, long time since we walked hand in hand, do you remember?
Does it mean as much to you as it does to me?
Its a strange, strange story – how time just rumbles past us and we find ourselves alone despite the crowds of people.
Its a strange but comforting feeling knowing that the tree is still there. Sort of a confirmation that we did live the life I remember and its not just another story.
That we were together, long nights and my feelings are true and not some made up memory.
I find myself falling at times for the same old lines, the same old attractions, her scent, her voice, lips and touch…but then I remember that she is not you and its just a temporary glimpse into what can never be…
I came back home the other day but its not home anymore…my family is gone, moved on to another town in another city. Tom, Sue and Billy are gone as well to another town in another city.
I walked around and hoped that magically I would catch a glimpse of you again…but all I saw were the smoking ravages of a heart dragged on the road – skid marks of blood and love wasted…
Home is not home.
Home I have no home.
I am alone…sweaty air choking me and I dream of you holding me.
Home I have none.
Home is a place I call where I don’t feel so scared and alone. With apron string love and the scent of something in the oven.
Got on the 11pm bus back to New York City…as we pulled away I saw that old oak tree and I could swear I saw you waving to me…

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