My Poetry

The thin, thin line

I cross so many times.

Trying to fill in my life.

In those thin, thin lines.

Sometimes I`m in,

Sometimes I`m out.

Between, between I am

In and out those thin, thin lines.

I use a pencil, I used a pen.

Sometimes a crayon,

And sometimes none.

Those thin, thin lines

Tells many stories of my life.

Sometimes it`s in, sometimes it`s out

Between, between.

Who knows how?

The open door…

And the look filled with waiting.

My soul is full of light and love.

The open door…

I stand next to the open door.

I am waiting for you at night, tonight –

I am waiting for you.

And thinking how are you.

The open door…

Which should unlock my soul?

Or cut my roots?

The open door…

Where do I go?

What for?

With you?

Yes, I do –

I don`t want to be the open door

And stay at night.

Waiting, waiting, waiting.

It`s nice to wait.

But I want to have.

I love you so

Even next to the open door.

I love you so.

Accessible with the heart and the body in the darkness.

In the arms of the night.

In a shiver of the voice.

In the breath,

In silence.

And being together.

Illusion.

The reality is unworthy for a magic night.

Accessible with the heart and the body,

In the darkness of the Night.

The soul of artist is not revealed by the way he speaks, dresses or acts.

His soul reveals (manifest) itself in dance, in music, in written word,

By the touch of the brush on paper sheet.

By books on shelves surrounding him.

By fallen leaves on a coffee table collected on his walk.

The way he choose his thoughts transformed in words and sentences.

The way he grieves, mourns the ones who were so close, so dear to him. Who were a part of his upbringing....

The way he looks at the world,

The strangers passing by,

Friends, acquaintance and new connections...

The soul of Artist has no blue print.

The soul of his creates the blue prints of the world we live in.

6.30 pm

11/6/19 BH

I can’t Breathe.

Killing sirens,
murderous weapons.
The uniforms stained and soaked
in blood of black lives.

I can’t breathe!
I can’t breathe!
I can’t breathe!

Murderous boots
step-by-step
killing the country,
killing the freedom,
killing us.

Killing! Killing! Killing!

Black Black Black

We won’t be silenced.
We won’t be killed,
arrested, chained and choked.
We won’t be pushed away.

From Rosa Parks seat on a bus,
“I have a dream...”,
1992 L.A.
And many many more...

We won’t be silenced.
Choked, gassed, arrested, muted...

I can’t breathe!!!

We stand united and together
all colors of the rainbow,
all colors of our skin, our hearts.

We won’t be silenced
by boots of death,
worn by the blue uniforms
and batches that have lost the honor.
Lost humanity and hope.

Boots, Guns won’t silence us no more!!!

We rise from the ashes.
From the blood shed
of our brothers and sisters.

We rise in song and prayer!

We will breathe the air
of freedom and equality!

All colors stand together!!!

© Nachshon A. D.
June 1, 2020, BH, 5.15 pm
Under the curfew hour.
© 2020 All right reserved by the artist

Our voices will never be silent
By gas chamber, by bullets in the heart, the head,
By hunger , by frost , by isolation, by fair ...

Our voices live forever so long we live,
So long we tell the story of Holocaust.

The story of Abraham (Avraham) and Moses (Moshe).
The story of Ruth and Ester.

The children of our past and future.
We live so long they live in us through us and Adonai.

Each step I make I walk a walk of each life lost in smoke, in agony, in pain ...

I’ll walk for you
Your walk was short and painful but with pride of being you, of being a Jew.

I’ll be your voice -
I’ll be your pain -
I’ll be your hope -
Your love -
your ....

I am your voice, your pain
Your hope and love.

Our voices sing: Never again.

We won’t be silenced today, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

I’ll be your voice
Coz yours was silenced
Transformed into gas chamber, a bullet piercing hearts, starvation and the cold...

March 10, 2020
BH 3.15 pm
Nachshon A. D.

All right reserved by the artist © 2020

I was not made a Jew,

I am a Jew.

I stood still at Mount Sinai.

I saw you there too.

We held our hands together,

And we were one with Adonai.

I was not burned, killed and humiliated,

I am all above and more.

I am history,

The memory, which never dies,

The ancestry lives in each of us.

I am a Jew.

Always will be.

I was not made a Jew,

I am a Jew.

Six and a half

Six and a half.

I could not wait any longer.

Six and a half.

I had to go.

It was my time

Without my choice.

I had to go.

To meet the world,

For which I was not ready.

I had to go.

I had to be.

I must live!

Watching the hours

In the frame of time.

Feeling them passing by, following …

Going to the …

Giving and taking the hand.

No, better the heart.

Watch out not to be hurt!

To be heard, not seen.

Exit.

To be!

To live and to feel.

To breath the air of hours –

Smell the time.

This is what we call life?

Ourselves?

Who knows what the time carries?

Gives, and takes away?

The hours of the time

Of the moment …

I walk alone the sideways.
No sound, no shadow follows me.
In silence pain pierced through my heart and soul.
I freeze -
I could not move ...
My lips were sealed.

I walk alone the sideways.

The bleeding heart is in my hands.
The question; why I scream inside me.

Silence... silence... silence...

My body feels so empty,
So lonely in this pain.

The Ashes gives life to a new beginnings.
What new beginning I’ll be, I am ?
Nachshon © 2019 All rights reserved by the artist. May 17,2019 5.40 p.m.
Beverly Hill, CA

I lost the count of falling leaves

When they were falling on my head.

I lost you in my teenage years

I still can count the years since you no longer here.

The leaves will fall year after year

The new ones come and go

But you my mom, my dearest (one) you

I have you once in life time span just once

The trees did grow and so do I

Year after year ...

I grew alone that’s how it felt

Without you by my side.

I do hug trees. And still do so

As we did hug each other too

I miss you, I miss you so (yes I do )

Can’t change that feeling

No can’t do.

I miss you and I’ll always do

Without you my mom without you

I don’t remember how and when

I stopped (I lost) the count of falling leaves

I lost you too in summer day (time)

When trees were green and full of life

There are some nights I talk to you.

When words are silent and the world is still

(When world is still outside my window)

I lost you then, I lost you now.

Each year when Yahrzeit’s light I lit.

I lost you once, I lost you twice.

I lost the count of time without you,

The time since then...

Since that June day,

I lost you mom.

I lost you.

I know that in my heart I always (can)find you.

I know that I can’t never loose you there.

But still I say I lost you then

when I was finding me.

The years are passing one by one

I loose some things some things I find

But how I can loose those years

when I have lost you my mom?

How?

Nachshon

June 25, 12 something am

I miss your face ...

I had no time to say good bye.
I had no time to say I love you.

I rushed to run my errands.
Just one more stop,
Just one more task.
And I’ll be home to hug and kiss you.

Just one more stop.
One parking spot to fill.
And task of mine complete ...

How could I know,
That is the very last task
My last stop to be.

I close the car doors ....
The sound of flying bullets
Embraced my heart
and pierced my chest, my head.

I had no time to say good bye.
No time to hug you...

August 4,2019 11.40 am
BH. Nachshon Andrew © 2019 All rights reserved by the artist.

Time after time the void is replaced by void.

And in between we live, we strive, we believe,

We dream, we care, we hope,

We try to live.

Until another void eclipses us.

We rush to be.

We rush to see.

We rush to have

Void!

We hear the voice inside us.

Mom

I am longing for you everywhere and always.

The warmth and softness of your hands.

The endless space of your blue eyes.

And lips telling, - I love you.

My words are deaf,

And thoughts to thin.

I want to say too much at once.

And no one knows what I want to say

Nor even I.

I`m a thirsty desert in my mind.

A burning flame is my tongue.

Not a drop of water in my eyes.

And salty thoughts turned into stones.

My words are deaf.

My ears so blind.

I am sitting here with piano keys …

My ears are deaf.

My eyes to dry.

To be happy?
To be sad?
I don’t know which one to choose.

Joy and pain entwines my heart.
To be happy.
To be sad.

My eyes are smiling.
My heart is bleeding.
I feel happy.
I feel pain.
I am blessed,
In joy and pain.

As humans we need both...
Blessed in pain -
Blessed in joy -

Though I’m happy.
Though in pain.
Don’t know how I can explain.

Frozen stillness in my face.
Stabbing pain inside my veins.

I am happy.
I’m in pain.
Cannot be there to see your face.

My heart bleeds,
Is torn apart.
Thousand miles holds me back.

If God gave me wings to fly,
I’ll be there by your side.

One more time no more no less,
Wish our hearts to be connect.

I love you with all my heart.
Sorry, I am not there to be in the flesh.
On your birthday, the day of yours -
Happy birthday and many more...

Thank you for the years of love,
Learning, courage and trust ...

You have taught me very well.

I will always have you near,
In my heart no matter where.

When new journey comes along,
I will take you for stroll.

Hold your hand just one more time.
In my heart you are always mine.
My Gisela!
My dear!
My grandma, you!

I’ll see you there.

© Nachshon Andrew.
February 26, 2019 10.37 a.m.

© 2019 All right reserved by the artist

How can I let it go off something I had no chance to have, to touch, to feel?
How can I let it go
when it was meant for me to have, to love and cherish?

My heart is bleeding,
My shattered soul reflects in hundred scattered pieces.
I have to let it go,
The one I never had.
It was so close it was so dear to me.
It is a part of me, of my world, my life ...

WHY?

© 2019 All rights reserved by the artist.
May 19,2019, 12.07 p.m., BH.