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Tuesday, December 26, 2017
Sunday, December 24, 2017
Saturday, December 23, 2017
Friday, December 22, 2017
Keep the Humans in Baseball
I find it difficult imagining a computer umpiring a baseball game. The umpiring is as much a part of the game as the players themselves. They are human. They make mistakes, they perform their tasks passionately and to the best of their ability. That is why there are so few Major league players and umpires in comparison to how many there are in the world. The best of the best make the cut.
Wednesday, December 20, 2017
Thank you @let_my_people_know “Today, for the simple act of deciding where to put our embassy, the US was forced to defend its sovereignty. The record will reflect that we did so proudly. Today, for acknowledging a basic truth about the capital city of Israel, we are accused of harming peace. The record will reflect that we reject that outrageous claim.”—Nikki Haley at UN Security Council defending US decision to recognize Jerusalem as Israel’s capital. #ThankYou #NikkiHaley #istandwithisraelforever #jerusalemInstagram
Monday, December 18, 2017
World of Ashes and Darkness
But where were you last night? After the blessings were made, the songs were sung and the happiness digested in your name? Please turn back the clock and make this right again. 
Where are you tonight? Please turn back the clock so we can set this world right. Where were you last night? When the fires of faith destroyed all that was sacred? We pray, we believe and we fall into your arms; footsteps in the sand, disappear so quickly yet we still believe you are carrying us just when we need you to. Answers to these questions - we draw blanks and fill them up with excuses to free you from any blame, any responsibility for the pain that will live on forever. We believe because it is engrained within us - we believe in you - the omnipotent, timeless, who's flame is eternal. But where were you last night? After the blessings were made, the songs were sung and the happiness digested in your name? Please turn back the clock and make this right again. In a world with so much sadness, madness and pain - we look to you for guidance to set us on our feet again. We need you...we need you to put out the fires, dampen the fuse, ease the pain and to help love reign again. You have your reasons, we can never understand...Yet, we believe your eternal flame will save us just as the flames atop of the menorahs will enlighten us, just as the chariots of fire will bring redemption and light to a world of ashes and darkness. Miraculous occurrences dampened by the tears cried - save us, save us from ourselves. In this time of instant change, we wait patiently for your salvation - we wait patiently for your salvation... #bde #poem #eternalflameInstagram
Sunday, December 17, 2017
Thursday, December 14, 2017
Inspirational wordsn and perfect timing, written by @cherisrour thank you for allowing me to share! Be the person who wakes up with purpose & intent. Be the person who shows up & never gives up. Be the person who believes anything is possible and is willing to work for it. When a child is learning how to walk & falls down 50 times, they never think to themselves, “Maybe this isn’t for me.” Let’s take a note from them. But, the first step is you have to say that you CAN. You’ll get there when you get there - just as long as you do not stop. I may not be able to do the things you do, but I’ll never give up. 🙅🏻♀️ #BecauseICanInstagram
Tuesday, December 12, 2017
Thursday, December 07, 2017
Released, set free, give me that key… Cell doors open, clouds are clearing and the sun is shining once again. The lake is cold, almost iced. The fishing boats are moored or placed on dry land. On dry land… Where we played as children, I stand as an older man. Where we once ran, I walk across the bridge and I stand, overlooking the water, the ice and the memories are frozen in time. In the shadows I see Emily and myself, holding hands walking up that hill. In the shadows I see my friends and I sitting in the grass, laughing… I search among the shadows created by a bright light, I remember those promises we made. I hide within the shadows thinking of those lies we once told. About Independence from the enforced thought processes. Father’s and mother’s fear fueled panic trying to protect us from a life of consequences. Dark nights lit up by a full moon, reflections off the lake, a symmetry of darkness and light. Separated by sporadic clouds blown in by the icy wind, then blown away in it’s time. Released, set free, where are we now? Where has it all gone? Cell phones ringing, clouds in my coffee and the sun is setting above the elevated platform on Mcdonald avenue in Brooklyn. The lake has dried up, there’s a condo there now. Deserted cars, stripped for any part that can be sold, left tireless and rusted. On dry land… We walk as older men, older women and we keep on walking to avoid any pause. In the shadows I see an old friend and she looks at me with a smile. A quick wave and she closes the door behind her. We once held hands, even embraced each time we’d see each other; on the bridge, on the street or anywhere. I search within and I find an old spark of life, tomorrow will be here soon and I am ready… For the sun, for the moon, for the sweet endings and for the nerve ending beginnings. Step on the gas, drink a cup of coffee and remember. #poetryoftheday #photolab #poem #newwriting #bridge #picofdayInstagram
Remember
In the shadows I see Emily and myself, holding hands walking up that hill. In the shadows I see my friends and I sitting in the grass, laughing... I search among the shadows created by a bright light, I remember those promises we made. I hide within the shadows thinking of those lies we once told. About Independence from the enforced thought processes. Father's and mother's fear fueled panic trying to protect us from a life of consequences. 
Wednesday, December 06, 2017
My favorite. She portrays a character that is broken but still stands up and does what needs to be done. A swimming pool of emotions in her eyes which are not only windows to her soul, but to the fictional character she inhabits so well. Beautiful, talented and intelligent... #thisisus @chrissymetz @mandymooremmInstagram
Tuesday, December 05, 2017
Monday, December 04, 2017
Friday, December 01, 2017
Wednesday, November 29, 2017
Tuesday, November 28, 2017
Tuesday
Wednesday, train is plowing across the platform, people scurrying across the stairs, up through the aisles, riding rushing this hour towards a desk, a chair, a phone, a never-ending universe within a screen. Only to turn around and ride home, to an empty chair, with a table and a universe emanating from a 35 inch screen. Thursdays are kind days to the younger folk, nights of dreams and dances filled with songs and drink. Fridays are pulsating and alarm clocks ringing, across town are littered with remnants, proof of the previous evening's revolting movements.
Tuesday, love is blowing in the wind, answers floating, gliding towards a destination preordained, destiny in a word. Raspberry apples, strawberry onions and a groomed gentlemen, wandering, wondering, lost. Wednesday, train is plowing across the platform, people scurrying across the stairs, up through the aisles, riding, rushing this hour towards a desk, a chair, a phone, a never-ending universe within a screen. Only to turn around and ride home, to an empty chair, with a table and a universe emanating from a 35 inch screen. Thursdays are kind days to the younger folk, nights of dreams and dances filled with songs and drink. Fridays are pulsating and alarm clocks ringing, across the town the streets are littered with remnants, proof of the previous evening’s revolting movements. A long jump and wiggle, called dancing. A soft song reminds one of the soft dance from a hundred years ago. When war stared down at 17 years old and death was knocking at the door with a letter and a flag. Saturday… Sunday… Monday. And open door, no welcome mat, just an open door, the sounds of laughter and an aroma of coffee. I am here, do you know who I am? A poem for a Tuesday, it feels like a Wednesday, a wish it were Saturday. I am in need of a smile and some currency, some love and some realization of some hopes and dreams. Read my words, I want you to read my words, the words reveal me more than my eyes can ever dare. Read me, see me, understand me. #tbt #givingtuesday #meghan #cybermonday #poemoftheday #photolabInstagram
Thursday, November 23, 2017
For a friend Shadows and Ghosts You feel it when you leave. There is an inner burning sensation it's location is random or maybe not. The sensation starts off numb but soon it's aflame. As you walk it's felt in your stomach, swirling fires. It falls to your feet as each step is like a hammer banging, banging… You can sense it moving towards your eyes and dropping one by one into your conscience. Shadows and ghosts flying around, bouncing, like a hammer… The darkness creeps in and you realize it was that all along. Them two eyes squinting your way, thoughts of Satan disguised as a savior. There ain't no true angels in this world, son, so make it true, make it real and be your own angel. Love is a lifesaver for the ones casting it to the waters, love is a safety net thrown by the ones about to leap, love is what the lover is looking for not for what you yearn for.Empty streets at dawn, sun exploding in the sky towards the East, the birds awakening, the street lights are blinking, blinking, off. You walk, you find yourself lost for direction. You want to pray but words don't do the job. Wandered off, from the street, towards the house lined roads, where the milk man delivers and the ice cream man stops, the sun always shines while the flowers erupt in colors never seen. You turn around, you have no right to be here as you hear her calling you back, the sounds of the hammer inside your head drown her calling out. You hear your given name and it's bouncing in time to the hammers pounding, pounding…lost. The possibility that somebody wants you, somebody cares is only a dream, you say. Cause, love is an emotion, love is just a song, love is for the needy, love is for the emotionally poor. Pounding over and over; like a heart beating, never truly in control; feeling out of control, off rhythm, off beat. Like a stray dog, an alley cat or a leaf on the ground, in the rain, stepped on and trampled upon - lost in shadows and ghosts. A lone figure is walking through the leaves, through the park on the west side of the city. A shadow of a moving figure slowly disappears from sight with a gust of wind. A gust of wind, dust blown, smoke rises from the lake.. http://ift.tt/1hbPRfX
Wednesday, November 22, 2017
Shadows and Ghosts
Them two eyes squinting your way, thoughts of Satan disguised as a savior. There ain't no true angels in this world, son, so make it true, make it real and be your own angel. Love is a lifesaver for the ones casting it to the waters, love is a safety net thrown by the ones about to leap, love is what the lover is looking for not for what you yearn for.
Tuesday, November 21, 2017
Updates and Some Thoughts
My update here is to acknowledge that I have a problem and I am tackling it. Mental issues are hard because they can be intangible, untraceable to the blood tests or physical examinations. But I feel the pain as I walk and I remember another day, week, year, decade has past me by and I have yet to ascend as I had wished, hoped and dreamed of doing. 
Monday, November 20, 2017
Sunday, November 19, 2017
Friday, November 17, 2017
Tales from The F Train Five forty five, Tuesday, November 7th, 2017
Can anyone truly allow themselves the allowance of the painful healing powers of surrender? Some run around searching for connections, some drink or eat more than they should; some are abusive pouring out their pain onto others as if conquering the sadness by causing others to feel it for them, from them. Some just go through time with distractions…They keep the noise surrounding them at all times - people, music, television, smart phones, computers...open the windows and let the noise distract us. At night, as one lays in bed, intrusions of inner noises such as memories or embellishments of one’s history. Rationalizations for the decisions in our lives we choose to avoid regretting or taking responsibility for. “It all happens for the best,” or the ultimate shirking of responsibility - “God is in control.” We close the door to those intruders whose aim is to disturb us from our dreams; so we close our eyes tightly and we force ourselves to be someone else, somewhere else…We sleep to dream and awake to the alarming sound that the time to dream has past.
Can anyone truly allow themselves the allowance of the painful healing powers of surrender? Some run around searching for connections, some drink or eat more than they should; some are abusive pouring out their pain onto others as if conquering the sadness by causing others to feel it for them, from them. Some just go through time with distractions…They keep the noise surrounding them at all times - people, music, television, smart phones, computers...open the windows and let the noise distract us. At night, as one lays in bed, intrusions of inner noises such as memories or embellishments of one’s history. Rationalizations for the decisions in our lives we choose to avoid regretting or taking responsibility for. “It all happens for the best,” or the ultimate shirking of responsibility - “God is in control.” We close the door to those intruders whose aim is to disturb us from our dreams; so we close our eyes tightly and we force ourselves to be someone else, somewhere else…We sleep to dream and awake to the alarming sound that the time to dream has past. Read more http://ift.tt/2zRFCsg
My brother, @czalta chose me as his date tonight to see #Springsteen on Broadway. An experience I will not soon forget. @springsteen is not only articulate, personable, intelligent and talented. He possesses a sense of sincerity in all he says, plays and sings. Thanks buddy for this evening. #boss #Bruce #pattyInstagram
Tuesday, November 14, 2017
@let_my_people_know FYI, neither Baghdad nor Tehran recognize Israel, or its right to exist. They also rejected our offers many times in the past saying they would accept aid from all countries except the Zionist regime, Israel. Here’s what @b.netanyahu said: “Our quarrel is only with the tyrannical regime that holds them hostage and threatens our destruction. But our humanity is greater than their hatred. Israel continues to be a light unto the nations and this is what I am proud of. And all of you can be proud of Israel’s morals, and Israel’s might.” (Source: @timesofisrael and @thejerusalem_post) #WereOnAnotherLevelInstagram
Monday, November 13, 2017
Sunday, November 12, 2017
When you feel graduation was only 10 or 20 years ago and are shocked to realize it was over 50 years. Too many faces come and gone, lives shared and embellished, shined and polished... So the memories take on new beauty that we once hoped would've been. We distort, romanticize those scenes from the street fairs and park picnics, so there is no rain. Congregating here on this brisk fall day in the Autumn of our years to remember... #oceanparkway #brooklyn #filtered #life #picoftheday #thoughtofthedayInstagram
Friday, November 10, 2017
Look into the eyes of the ones you love and see universes bursting with life and all the stuff it's made up of. There is freedom and beautiful within each of us. There is so much we can never comprehend, so take it all in, take it all in, take it all in #picoftheday #photooftheday #friday #freddyzalta.com #loveInstagram
Thursday, November 09, 2017
A walk towards your destinations sometimes requires a detour, a vacation, a dive into your past. A swing, a park, a memory of playgrounds and Autumn days when the world was much smaller, simpler and safer. So you place your bag on the floor, you lean into the seat hanging by two chains and you let go, you let go... #Autumn #November #past #Thursday #pictureoftheday #blackandwhiteInstagram
Wednesday, November 08, 2017
Forever a Stranger or Ramblings from a Disgruntled Dreamer
"I picture God looking like the weatherman on Eyewitness News, Tex Antoine." "You picture our Lord, our heavenly Father as a weatherman?" The Rabbi, standing over six feet tall and looking down on me as I sat at my desk. "Yeah. He always knows how the weather is going to be. Only God knows the future, right?" "How dare you." "What?" "You compare Hashem with an actor? A weatherman?" "Is that wrong?"
It was one of those school nights where you dream of getting home to warm soup and the glow of the tube. The whisperings of the radiator blowing out the heat, fogging the windows with ice and frost. Childhood dreams of freedom have turned to thoughts of childhood dreams. #home #picoftheday #poemofthedayInstagram
Tuesday, November 07, 2017
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