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Tuesday, May 15, 2018
Bob Dylan on Israel 1985. The neighborhood bully he just lives to survive He's criticized and condemned for being alive He's not supposed to fight back, he's supposed to have thick skin He's supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in He's the neighborhood bully. The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land He's wandered the earth an exiled man Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn He's always on trial for just being born He's the neighborhood bully. Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized Old women condemned him, said he should apologize Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad The bombs were meant for him. He was supposed to feel bad He's the neighborhood bully. Well, the chances are against it, and the odds are slim That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him 'Cause there's a noose at his neck and a gun at his back And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac He's the neighborhood bully. #istandwithisrael #jerusalem @let_my_people_know @israellycoolInstagram
Monday, May 14, 2018
Sunday, May 13, 2018
To me mother is defined by unconditional love. A mother can be a single father raising his children or a friend or relation who teaches, inspires, loves and remains a constant presence in the lives of another child as they navigate through the difficult and often confusing pathways of life. I've been blessed by having the greatest band of mother's in my life. Time affords us the miracle to experience new love in our lives, whether biological or not, being a mother figure takes a lot of hard work and determination. Just because a title is given to you does not reward you as a mother. A mother is someone who loves, works and gives of herself selflessly. All who are blessed to have mother's in their lives, be it biological, by marriages or by being extra blessed to have a presence in your life that is inspiring, loving and caring. Be thankful and understanding. No one is perfect, life is far from perfect. Love because love is gratitude. Each and everyday, love and be gracious. To the Aunt, the in laws, the family friend or whomever joined in raising you. Happy mother's day to all the mother's out there who have earned the right to be loved. FZ 5/13/2018 #mothersday #mothersInstagram
Friday, May 11, 2018
Thursday, May 10, 2018
When I look to my left you are there within me and beside me. Elegant, sincere, so caring for everyone, chef, baker, mother, wife, morah and friend. You put your heart and soul into life and it ignites a blazing storm of love for you. Awestruck and clueless, I try my best and surely fail, to even approach to giving back to you what you continue to give to me. A smile, an elbow, a kiss and a look that can kill... Thank you for being Jessica. Happy birthday abal 120 years filled with the greatest of health, happiness, success and love, always. @jessicazalta @akabambo @szalta @ruezal @rachelz @carolz33Instagram
Tuesday, May 08, 2018
Monday, May 07, 2018
Sunday, May 06, 2018
Tales from the F Train – Hope and Gratitude
“I am good, it is great to see you, Mr. B.” “You look just like your father - I miss him, what a man! A legend!” As always a tear streaked through my heart whenever someone mentioned my father. He had passed away two years earlier - but the void was still pulsating within me.
Friday, April 27, 2018
Tales From the f train – Just your Typical Commute
Thankfully the train rolled into the station. Of course no one even acknowledged the now naked man. I just waved and said, "Have a good day." He nodded his head and whispered to himself. "Fat man is crazy."
The Circular Dash
We all possess the power to change the world at any given moment. From the little child to the oldest of human beings - we all have the power. You can spend life going round and round in a circular dash; or you can use the power you have been give and choose a path you want to explore. Specifically, what is you ultimate goal in life? What are you striving for? When the day comes and the end jumps out at you - will you be able to say to yourself that you lived the way you chose to live?
Tales from the F train just your typical commute Read was https://ift.tt/2vS9nex Third, I stood up for a pregnant woman who asked me why I was standing up for her. Yes…I did it again. Shakespeare had no clue when he wrote, “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.” I am here to tell you being scorned has nothing on me. “I am giving you the courtesy because you are pregnant while I am simply overweight.” I laughed. Hell hath no fury when telling a woman she looks pregnant when she is not. Her eyes spat out fire balls and her lips mouthed out curse words I haven’t heard since 1974. Needless to say I got off the at the next stop to avoid her balls of fire. #ftrain #mta #nyc #commute #tgifInstagram
Wednesday, April 25, 2018
He looks at me, smiles and says, “It's a circular dash, kid.” We all possess the power to change the world at any given moment. From the little child to the oldest of human beings - we all have the power. You can spend life going round and round in a circular dash; or you can use the power you have been give and choose a path you want to explore. Specifically, what is you ultimate goal in life? What are you striving for? When the day comes and the end jumps out at you - will you be able to say to yourself that you lived the way you chose to live? We get caught up in these rat races, extra innings of badgering and hitting brick walls, self-doubt and uncertainty. We feel disempowered by reality and all the things we can never have or acheive. So much so that we forget just how much we do have. Why don't we ever look around and feel empowered for all that we have achieved? Is it because we have lived our lives based on other people’s belief systems? Is it because while time and life was passing us by we chose the path of the masses? By shirking off our individuality we are shirking off any sense of self accomplishment and we will find ourselves in some dark places. #picoftheday #essayoftheweek #live #love #gratitude Read more https://ift.tt/2Jtnrx1
Monday, April 23, 2018
Temperature is falling, slowly from around 64 through the 50s and expected to fall as low as 42. The sun is still shining but there is a heavy breeze blowing and the clouds are beginning to congregate above the little city called New York. I was born here, I’ll probably die here, I just hope I am able to live here, in between. The bridges are hidden in the misty fog, as the horns blow and the traffic comes to a stop. Five hours until the midnight hour, when the moon will be gliding across the night sky, as it readies for a long goodbye. Five hours until time will be forgotten and all will be forgiven and the clocks will no longer exist. The sun is gone forever, as the night will come to a close, say goodbye to the Good Earth, say goodbye to the historical beauty, say goodbye to the future we could have shared. Say goodbye to the loneliness we created and craved, say goodbye to the walls who were once our only friends. If God is just a concept, to keep us from decaying in the ground, than the ending is forever and no more stories will be found. Old man sitting on porch, a older guitar in his grasp. Lemonade to his left and his woman to his right. Goodnight. Good night good night, sweet rock n roll poet, good night to all those rhymes. Car speeding down the highway, motorcycle right behind. Love is all you need, don’t be fooled. Love is forever just like that shivering moon. Even when you think it’s gone it’s always around and can always be found, before and after the midnight hour. When the cold wind blows and there is no one home to care. Close your eyes and dream, it will always be there. In your thoughts, in your minds and in your dreams. #poemoftheday #newyork #picoftheday https://ift.tt/2HV79NB
Five hours until Midnight (good night)
I was born here, I'll probably die here, I just hope I am able to live here, in between. The bridges are hidden in the misty fog, as the horns blow and the traffic comes to a stop.
Thursday, April 19, 2018
https://ift.tt/2HBA8Z7 The fourth of July (do you remember) by fz We held each others hand as we walked through the woods. We stopped and tasted the blueberries and the raspberries. We walked upon the fallen branches, through the bushes and into the mud and the tamed uncut grass. We sucked from the honeysuckles, plucked the apples from the trees and bit in without any fear. You would place your head on my lap as we sat silently or singing "Thunder Road," or Billy Joel songs. We sat at night beneath the stars - felt the summer biting us as the campfire provided a sense of comfort, as sense of home. We lay side by side and we dreamed dreams together. Do you remember how we held hands as we ran through the thunderstorming rain. Do you remember that Fourth of July evening? I remember it as if it were just last week. We ran and we stopped under a tree which provided some shelter from the storming lightning and thunder. You said you were scared, so I held you close to me. Then our lips collided and we found ourselves in a whirlwind as our innocence was lost among the thorny bushes and beneath the ancient tree. We sat beneath that tree as the storm faded and a cool breeze began to clean the air. We walked towards the campfire but it was unlit, doused by the rain. We lay together on your cot, you wore my blue sweatshirt and kept your head close to my heart. Hikes close to the river, swimming in the lake and star filled evenings extending into the early August morning when we said our goodbyes. One more walk among the broken branches, the uncut grass and pushing our way through the bushes. Blueberries and raspberries plucked from the bushes and a cool breeze blowing in Autumn sending our summer away forever. Just a song, just a letter disguised as a poem to say hello and that I still think about you. I hope you are still plucking the apples from the trees and swimming in the lake; I hope you still walk in the thundering rain and marvel at the lightning. I hope your fire stays lit even through the rain. I hope you are still smiling and singing songs.Instagram
Fourth of July (Do you remember?)
Do you remember how we held hands as we ran through the thunderstorming rain. Do you remember that Fourth of July evening? I remember it as if it were just last week. We ran and we stopped under a tree which provided some shelter from the storming lightning and thunder. You said you were scared, so I held you close to me. Then our lips collided and we found ourselves in a whirlwind as our innocence was lost among the thorny bushes and beneath the ancient tree.
Wednesday, April 18, 2018
Tuesday, April 17, 2018
Set yourself free (or begin to live the true life) by Freddy S. Zalta Anxiety and depression are caused by our inability to accept our true selves. We try and be the person we feel everyone wants us to be. We do this as a need to be loved, accepted and admired. But none of that matters if we do not love, accept and admire ourselves first. Read more https://ift.tt/2qFhp5r
Monday, April 16, 2018
A short story I wrote inspired by a #bobdylan song, "Just like Tom Thumbs Blues" Click here https://ift.tt/2ERsnbX I started out on burgundy but soon hit the harder stuff Everybody said they'd stand behind me when the game got rough But the joke was on me, there was nobody even there to bluff I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough Songwriters: Bob DylanInstagram
Sunday, April 15, 2018
Saturday, April 14, 2018
Friday, April 13, 2018
My short story has been published in this week's Jewish Press. It's a condensed version but I am honored to be published by the paper my father used to read each week on Shabbat. For the full version let me know, email me or comment, and I can send it your way. In the meantime, buy this week's paper. #thejewishpress #clown #neverforget #loveInstagram
Wednesday, April 11, 2018
Wrestlers of Morality
They congregate in hundred million dollar temples filled false piety, false gods and self-serving prayers. Hatred is a uniter for them - because hatred is a defensive response to fear and aren't we all scared about losing everything we have?
Wrestlers of Morality By Freddy Zalta They champion patriotism and adhere to the xenophobic priests and leaders. They stand at the pulpit and preach hatred. They point towards the weak, the hungry and condemn their place among the patriots of a soulless community. They are the wrestlers of morality – stealing any sense of dignity, clothing or shelter. These are the bottom feeders of society walking with a five thousand dollar suits and their names on the stalls in the restrooms, inside the cathedral of prejudice. They raise their voices – they shake their fists and the condemn immorality. They are the judges in a courtroom filled with sacrificial virgins, stolen or counterfeited dollar bills buy repentance and forgiveness. In this world you find yourself – lost. Lost in a body of water, on a rowboat in a storm, with no oars and no cover – gators all around and bloodsuckers just waiting for you to just try and swim to safety. They call you, “them” or “those people” and they blame you for the hurricanes and the snowfall. They congregate in hundred million dollar temples filled false piety, false gods and self-serving prayers. Hatred is a uniter for them – because hatred is a defensive response to fear and aren’t we all scared about losing everything we have? The wrestlers of morality treat other human beings as if they are products to be purchased, used and discarded. Imagine guests in your home are starving – do you send them out or do you offer them some kind of sustenance? Does it matter the color of their skin or the language they speak? Should it? There is no way to end this essay other than to hope that somehow, humanity will prevail. It must. #wednesday #morality #love #photolab https://ift.tt/2GQEesQ
Tuesday, April 10, 2018
Rainbow like a Scar
I should have been a healer, I feel I have broken way too many things over the years which can never be re-assembled. Puzzle pieces missing, scar on my chest and a gaping hole where I used to live.
Monday, April 09, 2018
Sunday, April 08, 2018
Thursday, April 05, 2018
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90 percent of the writings on this blog are written in one or two sittings. They are not the finished product but they are usually the core of a story which I expand off the blog. Writing takes a lot of work, for me it’s the editing and refining of the words. I have had […]
Wednesday, April 04, 2018
Some of us still dream dreams of equality and peaceful coexistence. We still dream because we hope that dreams do come true. We pray for miracles because the hopes and dreams we once held firmly to, have slipped away into nightmares in a world consumed by inequality, hatred and senseless pain. We are tainted with those feelings of ignorant hatred, racist thoughts, although tucked away in the back of our minds, despite our best intentions to expunge them, still appear from time to time. We must teach our children to rise above the failures of the generations that have come before them. We must teach our children to judge each person for who they are as individuals not as a group. Don't love blindly for fear of hatred. Love with eyes wide open and do not fear love. There are good people and bad people in this world, people who want to knock others to the ground and others who wish to pick them up.The color or the beliefs of a person should not determine their guilt or innocence. There are the lost who have been cast away as failures, they must be given the opportunity to be educated and employed regardless of race, color or sex. Martin Luther King Jr. had a dream and he expressed that dream with eloquence and with peaceful demonstrations. He spoke with inspiration, passion and with words of peaceful fury. Too many years have gone by - too many lives have been wasted and lost. This world is a cesspool of hatred and violence. There are troubled minds we must learn to confront and to be understanding to the disease of isolation that plagues them. Each of us must take it one step at a time - acknowledge the differences and try to learn from each other. Life is filled with financial issues, mental and physical disabilities and natural disasters which no one can control. There are some things that we can control, one step at a time. Before you know it, you'll look up and be amazed of how far you have traveled and just how much better this world is because of the steps you took. #commentary #mlk #acceptanceistheanswer #picoftheday #freddyzalta.com #zaltaInstagram
Dreams or One step at a Time
We are tainted with those feelings of ignorant hatred, racist thoughts, although tucked away in the back of our minds, despite our best intentions to expunge them, still appear from time to time.
Tuesday, April 03, 2018
BUSTED! This photo that supposedly shows #Palestinian men protecting a girl from #IDF fire on the #Gaza border is staged: 1. Two are smiling. 2. They are not storming the fence = no danger. 3. Other guys are standing or resting nearby & aren't afraid of any danger. Via @ofirgendelman #Palestinianterror #terror #Hamas #prayforisraelInstagram
Monday, April 02, 2018
I remember buying this album from Crazy Eddie on Coney Island Avenue. At first I bought the cassette cuz I wanted to listen to it on my Walkman the album was released after the double album called The River, and right before his Megastar making Born in the USA. The group of songs are perhaps one of the most haunting and honest lyrics written by Bruce Springsteen. Lost jobs, unemployment, used cars, dreaming of mansions on the hill, driving all night just to make it his girl, reasons to believe. The whole album is all about people who are going through crazy or normal life situations. And it ends with a song saying how we all for some reason never give up hope that even the dead will rise, that the bride will come back to the room, and that somehow the truth will show its face and it won't be as large and as scary as it seemed. May we never lose our reasons to believe. #brucespringsteen #albumoftheday #nebraska #reasontobelieveInstagram
Friday, March 30, 2018
On this day, as the holidays roll in, I want to wish all of you "truth." Truth in self, truth in love, truth in health, truth in happiness and truth in defining success. We are all due some amazing days ahead, look within and look around you, keep the truth and throw away all the falsehoods that surround you. If you cannot throw them away then minimize them and learn to rise above. We cannot control the world but we can control how it effects us and by doing little things to improve the world around us, you'd be amazed of how impactful they can be. Love, truly, Freddy #passover #easter #nothing #love #tgif #spreadtruthInstagram
Thursday, March 29, 2018
On the field A prolific hitter, Staub compiled a lifetime .279 average with 2,716 hits, 292 homers, 499 doubles and a major league record-tying 25 pinch hit RBI in 2,951 games over 23 seasons with Houston, the Montreal Expos, Mets, Detroit Tigers and Texas Rangers from 1963-85. Off the field, Staub was a prominent humanitarian. His Rusty Staub Foundation, which in 1986 established the New York Police and Fire Widows and Children's Benefit Fund, distributed over $11 million in the first 15 years of its existence to the families of New York area police and fire fighters killed in the line of duty, and since the September 11, 2001 attacks, received over $112 million in contributions. On January 8, Staub announced that, in conjunction with Catholic Charities, his foundation had also served 9,043,741 meals to the hungry at food pantries throughout New York over last 10 years, with funds though his annual wine auction dinner and foundation golf tournament.Instagram
Wednesday, March 28, 2018
Water street - there is a bar where I go to have a beer or two. The bartender there knows me so he usually brings out a fresh bowl of nuts. The waitress sits with me and talks to me about her personal life - she must think I am a psychologist or a psychic or something. The other customers look at me with a suspecting attitude - as if I am a judge, cop or perhaps they think I am sleeping with their wives. I don't know any of them and judging by what they look like I don't even want to know their wives. Across from the bar there is a clothing store - they sell clothing for the extremely skinny or matchstick shaped people. They employ these pretty college age girls there who know how to set off a spark by telling all the customers just how hot they look in the red coat or the green beret. Che Guevara is making a comeback or perhaps he is misunderstood - he murdered and created an open air prison now.ignorant children and stupid adults wear his face on their hearts for inspiration. Down the stairs lives a girl named Kitten. That's really her name and she can purr with the best of them. I go down to see her so she can read my eyes - but she is busy with a giant fireman who is standing on a stool to change a light bulb but it just keeps on turning. #poemoftheday #abstract #dumbo #love #Brooklyn Read more at https://ift.tt/1hbPRfX
Abstract Subtractions
Water Street - “no parking signs” as solicitations are solicited by solicitors with yellow skin and tight pants. Across the way some sort of anonymous meeting has just let out of the basement of a church - you can tell by the smokers and the coffee cups in their hands that something is ending or perhaps beginning.
Tuesday, March 27, 2018
Heartbreaking message from Noa Goldfarb, Granddaughter of Madame Knoll lachement the Holocaust survivor who was murdered in Paris on March 23, 2018. Published by Collectif Haverim: _ _ “Twenty years ago, I left Paris knowing that my future wasn't there. Not for me or for the Jewish people. _ But who could think that I would leave my loved ones where terror and cruelty would lead to such a sad ending. _ This can only happen to others. But the reality is different... Savta (Grandmother, Hebrew) was stabbed to death 11 times by a Muslim neighbor she knew well. He also made sure to set fire to his apartment to leave us no memory. _ No Photo Album, neither of her... nor Saba (grandfather, Hebrew), no letters... Nothing! _ All we have left is our tears. _ Hoping for a better future. _ Daddy's on his way to you "peace to your soul" (in French)” @let_my_people_know @truth_israelInstagram
Oh Ruthy, what can I say to adequately express just how thrilled, grateful and blessed we feel to have you as our third daughter? In law? You broke the law when we all fell in love with you. You bring such sincere warmth, light and love to our carnival of clowns. What can I say? We adore you and wish you 120 years filled with health, happiness, always surrounded by love and true success in every part of your life with Saul right by your side to keep you on your feet (He's the normal one) and to love you in his understated manner. Thank you for being Ruthy, you are truly amazing. Love you!Instagram
Monday, March 26, 2018
Sunday, March 25, 2018
Emma Gonzalez and the generation that will change the world
The tools of the trade must be made much less accessible - begin by enacting laws to make it harder to be able to purchase a gun. Enact laws to put on trial the sellers of these gun which lead to murders. Ask the questions - did you follow the protocol while selling the gun or did you just check the boxes to make the sale? Put into place laws that will make it difficult for anyone to purchase a gun. Should someone sell guns illegally sentence them to a harsh jail sentence. Should someone die or be injured by this gun - they should be held as an accomplice.
They stood up. The adults told them to sit down and be quiet. They stood up and gathered around the world and had their voices heard. They chanted and they sang; they held up signs and they spoke. “Never again.” “I could be next.” “No more guns.” I admire this generation even if it has been forced upon them by the failings of their elders. Yes, we are all to blame for this. We elected or we didn't vote, we ignored or we spoke too soft, we cried but we did not wail, we watched on TV but did not raise our voices. The children have risen up because which adult dares to speak? Or to quote the future of America, Ms. Emma Gonzales "Fight for your lives before it's someone else's job.” Which leader has taken on that jon? Which leader dares to counter attack the evil in our midst. The tools of the trade must be made much less accessible - begin by enacting laws to make it harder to be able to purchase a gun. Enact laws to put on trial the sellers of these gun which lead to murders. Ask the questions - did you follow the protocol while selling the gun or did you just check the boxes to make the sale? Put into place laws that will make it difficult for anyone to purchase a gun. Should someone sell guns illegally sentence them to a harsh jail sentence. Should someone die or be injured by this gun - they should be held as an accomplice. Guns are never going away and other weapons can be easily produced. But we need to begin somewhere and as a nation we must send the message to the ones who peddle weapons illegally or even legally - restrictions and consequences will follow. Stand up adults. Stand up and fight against gun violence. Stand up and say “Never again.” Look at your children standing up and begging to live in a safer world and be inspired instead of trying to cut them down by using rationalizations and numbers showing other causes of killing. Start somewhere…”fight for your children’s lives - it should not be their job.” #emmagonzalez #neveragain #fightforourchildrenInstagram
Friday, March 23, 2018
Caravan of Jokers
There's a crossroad on the highway, chain gangs moaning in tunes I now know and I hum along. I kick away the pebbles which try and obstruct the path towards a destination that seemed so close but remains elusive. The pebbles have graduated into stones, then rocks and now boulders which obstruct my passage.
Lady in a white dress walks towards me, she is smiling, extends her hand to me and lifts me up with a slight pull. All it takes sometimes is a smile and a nudge in the right direction. “Where were you all this time?” “Been chasing you for some time - didn’t you hear me?” Sitting on this chair overlooking the river that was once whispering words I could not understand. I am able to hear them now, I am able to understand. The voices and the whispers we sometimes hear are the messages being sent to us from another time and place...listen closely...It's music only you can comprehend. www.freddyzalta.com #poemoftheday #instagood #photooftheday #wordpornInstagram
Monday, March 19, 2018
Friday, March 16, 2018
Still I Think of You
So, there is this small cafe - just beyond that winding road which connects Morrison Street with New Amsterdam. I’ll be sitting there, in the corner, taking deep breaths and sips of my cup of cappuccino. Perhaps I will also have a jelly roll in front of me just for the contrast in colors.
There is a small cafe, towards the old school on Morrison Street. I’ll be there tonight, if you’d like to stop on by. I like to get there by 630, at around that time the bakery across the way begins to bake it's stuff for the weekend. The aroma is spectacular and creates an insatiable lust for anything - once in a while I’ll order a jelly roll. I usually sit outdoors, weather permitting and the weather looks lovely today. I’ll be there with my knitted derby, dark sunglasses and doing a crossword puzzle. Cappuccino in front of me and a view of the winding road as it winds down and around. I like to come here on Thursdays, the mood is usually a bit jollier than other days. There is also a band that plays acoustically across the road, I sometimes join in with my harmonica; once or twice I played some guitar, but not tonight. When you said goodbye I didn’t know how I would react, internally, to your leaving. But it haunted me for some time - especially when I saw you dancing with that clueless kid with the Armani tuxedo, your arms encircled around his waist. I had to turn away, I had to leave, I should have left but instead I stayed and absorbed the hits. Only when I was bruised enough inside did I decide I had enough, limping away for good measure. The years have been good to me - although it was kind of a rough go for some time - life was still filled with beauty and wonder. I loved and love more than I could ever have imagined - in a world filled with impossible expense and debt - it's funny how the best things in life, the ones that you will remember, the stuff that time is filled with - they don’t cost a dime. Still I think about you. So, there is this small cafe - just beyond that winding road which connects Morrison Street with New Amsterdam. I’ll be sitting there, in the corner, taking deep breaths and sips of my cup of cappuccino. Perhaps I will also have a jelly roll in front of me just for the contrast in colors. More at www.freddyzalta.com #poetry #love #myart #tgif #smallcafeInstagram
Thursday, March 15, 2018
Wednesday, March 14, 2018
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
Snow falling, I can hear the ball hitting the bat echoing, kids shouting and the voice of mother's calling them on home. The branches are beginning to bloom, birds are beginning to sing a spring tune. But.. The snow is falling. Clouded skies blasting forebodingly, ominously blocking the sun and whispering it's only for a while. Somewhere a young boy is tossing a baseball up in the air as he lives out his winter dreams of spring, of summer. He looks out the window and the snow is still falling, but not for long. Ball drops, he picks it up and it rises up again, as the sun rises, it sets, only to rise and fall again, on and on. Those winter dreams whispering softly to us... Infusing a little sunshine and hope. #snowday #tuesdaythoughts #winterdreams #loveInstagram
Saturday, March 10, 2018
I see her – from across the floor which is littered with pretenders, dancers and pollution caused by the sounds of false laughter and false bravado. There is recorded music playing, catapulting partners switching clothing and shoes, social butterflies fluttering around the room – so transparently. The singer is a Sinatra impersonator, who dresses and looks the part all too well – causing one to wonder if he even remembers his own name? I see her – through the stained glass air which separates us and she is smiling…images etched onto the air in colors blue, red and green, I see her still and I can sense her desire… Not quite Sinatra is singing about a “Summer Wind” on this cold March evening as the wannabe dancers sip another cheap glass of champagne declaring a toast to what might have been. I find my way across the room towards the glow of her smile, the warmth of her embrace and the invigorating feeling I get by just standing beside her. She is naturally and truly beautiful – I am lost as I memorize her and I do my own etching of her image upon my heart, my soul. The world is filled with so much artificial plastic, fakery, fictional stories disguised as truth and nothing but the truth. Does anyone hold truth sacred anymore? I can get lost in my failures and the failures of the ones I once followed – but once I see her smile, I feel her touch, I sense her love…I am set apart from this trashcan existence and I am thrust upwards towards the warmth of the sun, the reality of the sky and the truth of her love. #poem #poetryInstagram
Friday, March 09, 2018
Poem for You
I see her - from across the floor which is littered with pretenders, dancers and pollution caused by the sounds of false laughter and false bravado.
From an upcoming short story. The temperature was in the 30’s but the wind made it seem as if there was ice flying at her with each gust. She held the hands of her daughters as they stood beside her on the Kings highway train platform. She was in a daze and barely spoke a word. If you watched her as she stood there she seemed to be recounting every moment of her life as if she had put herself on trial. She would bite her top lip, exhale, bow her head and silently mouth out a thought or two. #daniella #shortstory #nyc #11230 #ftrain #freddyzalta.comInstagram
Thursday, March 08, 2018
Tuesday, March 06, 2018
Where do I Go from here?
Black clouds hover, pellets of rain slamming down. When will this be over, when will I wear my crown?
Sunday, March 04, 2018
Saturday, March 03, 2018
Thursday, March 01, 2018
Infidels
Marie was a gypsy eyed, dark skinned woman with a cropped black hair style and lips filled with her venom. She had that way of looking at me which made me feel exposed and revealed. No one had ever put that spell over me as she did.
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