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Sunday, February 28, 2016
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Life of a Salesman Chapter 3
My mother didn't like me all that much. Oh she loved me but she just didn't like me. She would tell me this when she put me to sleep at night. "Love you! Don't like you very much, but you are my son." "Love you too, mom. Mom? Did dad like me?" I would ask. "Yes he did, honey, he loved you." "So how come you dont like me much?" "Not sure - but I love you." "So you love me so much that you cannot like me?" "I guess you can say that - now go to sleep."
Sunday, February 21, 2016
Free will and God's Response By Freddy S. Zalta Excerpt: “You give a man a million dollars and they still step all over other people and destroy natural beauty for the sole purpose of elevating their name. No regard for the other people. They place their names on the walls of the temples they build to ‘praise’ Me. It’s all a lie; why keep building separate places to praise Me when you can all congregate in one place as one people? I don’t need marble floors and winding stairwells. You spend millions on those ‘houses of worship’, rather, why not use that money to help the less fortunate? If you do that then that is not a house of worship to Me, it becomes a monument for the worshippers, a house of worship for the socially elite. They may have the most beautiful building, yet, because of their selfishly callous inactions, it is morally bankrupt.”Instagram
Friday, February 19, 2016
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
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Sunday, February 14, 2016
Eternal
Originally posted on Works by Freddy S. Zalta:
In this month that celebrates our freedom – the directly affected have been condemned to a lifetime of slavery. Enslaved to a grief that cannot be measured in time or in space. The spectators aghast their faith shaken and their understanding at odds with all they once held as true. Still the directly affected are cold. Still…
In this month that celebrates our freedom – the directly affected have been condemned to a lifetime of slavery. Enslaved to a grief that cannot be measured in time or in space. The spectators aghast their faith shaken and their understanding at odds with all they once held as true. Still the directly affected are cold. Still…
Friday, February 12, 2016
Silence So Loud
Originally posted on Works by Freddy S. Zalta:
Silence so Loud Silence… Then…a swirling tornado, a child crying…Silence. A waterfall so loud it echoes across the land – infinite drops of water… Falling, crashing, being born and thrust into a whirlpool – a community of water… Silence… Silence so loud it can drive you mad… Fast transportation – no patience for the journey. Trying to…
Silence so Loud Silence… Then…a swirling tornado, a child crying…Silence. A waterfall so loud it echoes across the land – infinite drops of water… Falling, crashing, being born and thrust into a whirlpool – a community of water… Silence… Silence so loud it can drive you mad… Fast transportation – no patience for the journey. Trying to…
Thursday, February 11, 2016
No more Romance
Originally posted on Works by Freddy S. Zalta:
No more sunsets or sunrises. No more walks just to walk, an excuse to hold hands and talk. No more candle lit dinners, champagne on ice and laughter. No more love songs, no more midnight beaches cold sand on your back, no more long exhales. No more walking in the rain, no more lying in the grass,…
No more sunsets or sunrises. No more walks just to walk, an excuse to hold hands and talk. No more candle lit dinners, champagne on ice and laughter. No more love songs, no more midnight beaches cold sand on your back, no more long exhales. No more walking in the rain, no more lying in the grass,…
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Hatred breeds self inflicted ignorance - when you hate so much you begin to believe the falsehoods that float around like shit in the toilet. Jerusalem is the Capital of all Jewish People - The Jewish people have opened up the temples for all religions and secure them with Jewish soldiers. Jewish doctors tend to all religions, races - any living being never biased. Judaism is based on Love - making this world a better place - caring for the inhabitants regardless of political or ideological beliefs. To all those who scream "Palestinian Refugees" or "Palestinian Poverty, starvation" all pointing their fingers at Israel...look around Israel and see the 7 richest countries inhabited by billionaire Muslims... To all those who scream "Apartheid!" Walk through Jerusalem, Tel-Aviv, Eilat, Etc and see the Muslims working, drinking coffee and sitting on the beach - not being threatened by the Jewish Soldiers. We, the Jewish people, believe in protecting ourselves, our homes and our country - we are guilty of self-defense. We, the Jewish people, believe in educating ourselves to invent ways for the world to be a better, easier place to live. Cancer drugs invented in Israel have saved lives, AIDS drugs, a cure for Paralysis...seedless watermelons. Among countless other Jewish inventions, Made in Israel. While the "Palestinians" dig tunnels the length of 5th Ave to try and infiltrate and kill as many Jews as possible. Their whole life, religious ideology is killing the infidels - I tend to believe that not all Muslims feel this way - or maybe I hope to believe they do not. If you want to point your fingers at the problems in Israel - read into it, visit there and have a look for yourselves. Do not believe me, do not believe the press - if you want to protest and shake your fists in anger at the state of Israel - let go of the ignorance and educate yourself. You want to boycott Israel or run around college campuses with Anti-Israel rhetoric - fine! But don't do so if you have not experienced Israel or the Israeli people for yourself. So for all the Oscar nominees who have been given the opportu http://ift.tt/1O2WbPT
Corrections
Originally posted on Works:
? She walked up the stairs, swiped her metro card and made her way up the stairs to the platform. As she walked towards the front end so she could get on the second car of this F train headed to Manhattan, she felt the cold winter wind snap at her.…
? She walked up the stairs, swiped her metro card and made her way up the stairs to the platform. As she walked towards the front end so she could get on the second car of this F train headed to Manhattan, she felt the cold winter wind snap at her.…
Domestic Violence does happen “Here” by Freddy S. Zalta
Originally posted on Works:
I was walking through Washington Square Park last week and there was a gathering of people chanting something, with stickers being worn and signs being thrust into the air. I had no idea what they were demonstrating for or against, so, me being me, I walked over and asked. …
I was walking through Washington Square Park last week and there was a gathering of people chanting something, with stickers being worn and signs being thrust into the air. I had no idea what they were demonstrating for or against, so, me being me, I walked over and asked. …
Ghosts as Memories, Abound
Originally posted on Works:
Girl reading by a tree – as any girl anywhere in the world. They met each other in 1928. She was sitting in the park in Leipzig reading a book under a tree, which she would often do on weekends when she didn’t have school. Sarah was 17 years old and about…
Girl reading by a tree – as any girl anywhere in the world. They met each other in 1928. She was sitting in the park in Leipzig reading a book under a tree, which she would often do on weekends when she didn’t have school. Sarah was 17 years old and about…
Sunday, February 07, 2016
Thursday, February 04, 2016
Live, Live and Love
Originally posted on Works:
Each of us is given a finite amount of time on this planet of ours. We are dressed in flesh and bones – with a soul under its disguise. We begin this journey with a clean slate – strange voices tell us to walk, talk and to eat. As…
Each of us is given a finite amount of time on this planet of ours. We are dressed in flesh and bones – with a soul under its disguise. We begin this journey with a clean slate – strange voices tell us to walk, talk and to eat. As…
A Piano an Old Man and a Song 4 U And Me
Originally posted on Works:
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.…
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.…
Wednesday, February 03, 2016
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