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Friedrich Nietzsche

No one now dies of fatal truths; there are too many antidotes to them.

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There Are Too Many Contradictions In A Life

There Are Too Many Contradictions In A Life

There are too many contradictions in a life
to ever write that life down in perfect clarity.

All we can do is select moments of our experience
and make of our great pretensions little Poems.

The whole Truth is a different Poem
one too subtle for us to completely write.

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Are There Ever Too Many Poems?

ARE THERE EVER TOO MANY POEMS?

Are there ever too many poems?
Will the world fall down
If there is one small poem more?

Here we are, my poem and I-
Sitting on a park bench
In the morning sun
In Jerusalem.
What could be holier
For an old Yid
than that?

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There Are So Many Ways Of Loving

you know that.
you lovely woman, you know what love is.
you know much better than me
for i am a bitter man
the one who loved so well and yet lost
that love and never found it again.

there are so many ways of loving
you know that
and i will not tell you anymore
i have loved you once
and i think that was all enough.

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There Are So Many Ways Of Making Poetry

THERE ARE SO MANY WAYS OF MAKING POETRY

There are many ways of making Poetry
Some make poetry simply
As I do –
Others are richer by far.
Some like the surface
And others like hidden depths and mysteries.
There are many ways of making poetry
I have only one which is my own
But there are so so many others
More beautiful and deep and perhaps more everlasting.

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It Is Wonderful That There Are So Many Small Children In Israel

IT IS WONDERFUL THAT THERE ARE SO MANY SMALL CHILDREN IN ISRAEL

It is wonderful that there are so many small children in Israel
I see them everywhere and am happy when I see them.
Do they make up or compensate in some way for the million and one half Jewish children murdered a generation or two ago?
Nothing makes up for even one life lost
That we know.

But still seeing these children one invariably thinks of those other Jewish children-
I don't understand it at all-

It is wonderful that there are so many small children in Israel
Children are a great blessing and the hope of their parents and grandparents lives-

God Bless and protect these children
And let them never know the hatred the suffering the cruelty
Children no less innocent than them knew
A generation or two ago.

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Too Many Of You In One Body

there are too many of you in one body
in one truth
too many faces
jibing with different names in different places
at first you may deceive
and even create surprises
but there is a time for discoveries
islands have been given
their names
marked with specific numbers like some specimens
of stuffed cats and dogs
and preserved amphibians
in the bottles

and here you are again
enticing me with a

wow

on another assumed name
i know it is you
and for what reason you wear so many faces
and have taken so many hands and feet
and so many pairs of eyes

i cannot guess anymore
but this i can say
from the deepest chambers of my heart
i care
i also know how to love
and it does not matter even
if you are one of the thousand illusions in my life
despite

there is only one you in my life
and i know
you also care
you also love
and that is all enough

my dear

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Simple Observation #97 - There are so many people.......

There are so many people in this world who daily can’t get enough to eat
yet there are also many others having too much and still are not complete.

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Showing Warmth Is Not a Myth

'Rumors about me being,
Obnoxious, rude and tempermental...
Have been over exaggerated.

When I talk over someone...
I'm helping them maintain their enthusiasm,
For communication.
And the bonding that comes from the honesty...
Of such rare an beneficial times.
When these moments come to award us.'

Wonderful!
I like the way you have written this!
Let me read it over a few more times...
To get the feel and 'tone' of it!
I should be able to add some sincerety!

Oh...
Look over the one you wrote for me,
Entitled, 'Showing Warmth Is Not a Myth'.

That one went right over my head.
There are too many typos!
It has to be perfect.
Especially if you expect me to display any of it!

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Pick Me Up

There are too many roses down on the ground
There are too many people throwing them around
Every rose has a value unbound
So would you please pick them up from the ground?

There are too many people staring at the moon
And many forget when the roses will bloom
And when they do they'll be treated so rude
And they're sweet smell turns to no value

A rose is a wonderful thing to hold
It has a scent so sweet to the nose
It's filled with love and kindness so deep
But we don't appreciate a thing so sweet
Until it's gone and we're left all alone
Searching for one but they're already gone

It's like when too many people start cursing the rain
Waiting by the window and begging in vain
That the rain should come another day
While the rose savors the rain
Knowing that soon it will go away
But never knowing when it will come again

I said it before and I'll say it again
There are too many roses being thrown away
Broken in spirit and wasting away
But I see a few being treated as they deserve
Smelt with well closed eyes to savor it well

Appreciate a well colored rose
It has a scent so sweet to the nose

You'll never know when the rain comes no more
You never know when the roses won't grow
So throw them away and treat them so cold
You'll never find them when you need them the most.

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There Is More To Unhappiness....

because there are too many options
you become speechless

you fret, you fingers are restless

what now? you are undecided
what to choose,

the thought of
consequences come like rain

you are drenched all over
feeling cold
and so
alone,

you try to figure out
that from among these million choices
you have to take only one
and be happy,

and if you are wrong
and become unhappy throughout your lifetime
you will be blaming yourself forever

and it happens to most of us here
who think that this world is unfair,
that people are insensitive
that the future is bleak
the past nothing but recklessness
and the present
a tragedy, all about regret and waste

and throughout our lifetime we choose to be
unhappy because we think we made the wrong choice

there will be a review, an evaluation,
there is more to unhappiness, it is not just that.

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Why Keep On Living? ....[LONG; Personal; End-of-Life Choices]

This may not my typical poem be... because
I don't plan to use much rhyming.... you wait and see!


As my wife is away in Japan
and I hold down the fort....
watering plants, doing outdoor chores, paying bills....
I ask myself.....again...why keep living?


It's kind of a depressing question as it implies
that I don't enjoy life enough to want to keep living
or I feel there is a good reason to die.
Neither position is exactly what's in my mind.


It's not that I feel any god-commanded mandate,
or even, exactly, a human mandate to keep living....
though I have been coerced by both my daughter
and my wife to stay alive for now.
(Shannon wants her as-yet-unborn children to 'know' me;
my wife wants to die before I do; I'm not sure why.)

I'm 61 and relatively healthy. My wife encourages good health. I don't WANT to die, exactly, though there are times
when I think death would be 'nice'.
Death could be 'easier' than living.
I sometimes say I feel I use too many resources, etc..
(my wife says I eat too much.)

Call me 'lazy' if you will. …..I sometimes (rarely)
lie in bed on my back, feel exceptionally relaxed,
and think…..
‘if death were like this I would welcome it.'
[And maybe it is.]

Don't get my wrong. I have a good life as lives go.
I feel 'blessed' to be: male, white, a 'good' height
and weight (I think) , modestly attractive, healthy,
raised Christian (though no longer) , heterosexual,
financially secure, Anglo-Saxon, 'middle (lower) class',
relatively intelligent, living in America, and having
(I think) good common sense. I had a safe,
educated upbringing. I have a lovely and loving daughter.
And, most of all, I have a lovely and loving wife.

Not that I feel being 'male, white' etc. makes
me 'better' than other people. I DON'T! Really.
But, given my surroundings, I believe the above
conditions have been advantageous for my life …..
for my comfort, well-being....whatever one calls it.

So why would I even consider ending my life voluntarily?
Good question! !
Well....from time to time since I was in my twenties
I have had moments of mild depression....[nothing to seek medical help for you understand....
Thank God! ....even though I don't believe in God;
I don't really not believe in God either. Growing up
going to church and Sunday school was pleasant
enough usually....especially the candy for kids at X-mas eve church services! ]
The 'mild depression' would come at times when I
had no female partner with whom I could share...share life, share meals, share bedtime, etc..
At other times I've gotten depressed when a relationship
I'm in seems to be crumbling. Oh no!
'I'm not accepted for what I am (an imperfect man...is that redundant?) .;
Where do I go from here? ; I could be lonely again.;
I really want a woman to love me and be loved, albeit 'imperfectly', by me.'

SO, at times depression brought on by 'insufficient' love has
made me doubt the worth of continued living.

Also, within the last 10 to15 years, I have had
environmental doubts about the worth of continuing to live.
There are too many people on earth for the available
resources to sustain them in a comfortable fashion.
OR...the resources are not divided in such a way to
provide a comfortable life for all.



People are living too long! ! (read on)



'Doom and gloom' in the news, casts doubt on the future of mankind.
'Global warming', war, disease, hunger, crime,
bankruptcy, foreclosures, pollution, joblessness, terrorism,
lack of healthcare, unwed mothers (and fathers) ,
adult-children and grandchildren moving
in with parents and grandparents, religious + ethnic strife ….
NEED I say more? Not that these events are ALL new to mankind.

I have led a pretty good and complete life.
Now my main reasons for living are to share life with my wife
and to try to help others in small ways.....
as a financial supporter of 'worthy causes',
as a friend to some people as lucky as I am, and
as a friend to some others who are less-advantaged.

I like to think when my body dies I die completely
except as a memory in some peoples' minds,
and perhaps as part of someone else's body through organ/tissue donation..



I do feel, or like to think that, some people will miss me ….
some might even be saddened for more than a day if I were to die.
But I believe those people would be few and far between.
And I feel they should be able to do fine without me in time.

(and my insurance beneficiaries would prosper)

(9-2-2009)

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One Star

Tis better, I think to see one star
shining in the sky
than to view so many stars so bright
in the dark so high.

For with just one star to gaze upon
you never have to choose.
When there are too many to focus on,
one star you will probably lose.

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One in a dream

Could it be
That we are one in a dream

Is it possible
When there are too many dreams

And then there are too many of us
Making promises

To our own shadows
And then we fall short of limbs

And then we wish the dream shall end?
Too many of us talking and not meaning anything?

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Today, there are too many points of view of equal value and prestige, each showing the relativity of the other, to permit us to take any one position and to regard it as impregnable and absolute. Only this socially disorganized intellectual situation makes possible the insight, hidden until now by a generally stable social structure and the practicability of certain traditional norms, that every point of view is particular to a social situation.

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Early Dawn

again the sounds of the strong waves
reverberate in your mind
the strong winds may have gone
to another place
you know not where but they will always be there
you are bound to write another piece
perhaps one now for your niece
oh, there are other more important things to do
they all tell you
but you cannot do otherwise
you are bound to write another piece
a beautiful one
another important piece
not only for your niece

something about inner peace
not about Greece or any caprice
it is about God and goodness full
He keeps on loving on a handful
All of you, without crease without grease
His love unceased, always a timepiece.

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for C, J. A. C.

it is not a shame
to tell you that i am happier now
with two of us
in a row

the train has left us
here at the station

it left too early
taking the younger ones

those without
much experience

those whom we think
are undeserving
of their couches
and seats

you only have one trip missed
i had five and now i just had my sixth

I'll go for another one
and this will be the seventh train leaving
without me

it is unbecoming of me seeing you
hiding inside that cubicle of disappointment
i guess you must have been crying all night
more likely you do not like to eat dinner tonight

come out in the open
there are too many of us still waiting

when you are always left out
it becomes too ordinary

look at me
i am not sad
honestly i find it funny alredy.

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One Face

One face in a crowd is hard to find.
One face in that crowd is on my mind.
How can I find the face of one,
The face that to me is like the sun?

Shiny and bright with a radiant glow,
The face that picks me up when I'm low,
Eyes that light up wherever they are
Just like the splendor of an evening star,

Lips that break into the sweetest smile
That lingers for me for the longest while,
Hair that surrounds that face like a frame
That always sets my heart aflame.

I search all the faces but cannot see
The one that means the world to me.
I'm lost. I'm wretched. This should not be.
There are too many faces. I'm lost at sea.

One last glance and to my surprise
There's your face, your smile, your eyes.
The crowd's still there but not for me.
For the face I love is all I see.

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Biting Those Lips

Why are you biting your lips?

'I am practicing.'

So you are learning to keep your mouth shut?

'I said I was 'practicing'.
And as far as keeping my mouth shut...
That is a learning process.
And I did say I was practicing.
I did not say I was learning anything...
Yet! '

Practice makes perfect,
You know?

'Who said anything about wanting to be perfect?
There are too many rehearsing that right now.
With questionable results I am sure will be delivered.
And I am practicing biting my lips,
In the event 'that' becomes a necessity.
And once that becomes discovered as one of my skills,
Well...
Only 'then' will I begin rehearsing perfection,
To overwhelm those disbelieving...
I have yet revealed another talent no one can deny.'

I see.
Well...
You keep biting those lips,
Okay?

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São Paulo

São Paulo
The city that I was born in
I never liked you since I was a child
São Paulo
Now that I am grown up I still don't like you either
I don't feel safe being in the streets in São Paulo
To me São Paulo is very ugly in real life
It is only beautiful in the postcards
There is no in between
Either you are rich or poor
There are too many contrasts
São Paulo
A city that never sleeps
São Paulo
I am glad that you don't have snow
One thing that is great in São Paulo is summer, the hot weather
I would go insane if I lived in here forever
For me it is like a prison
Because it is too dangerous to walk on the streets
It is a very depressing city
São Paulo
It is a real cement city
Buildings and more buildings
Hardly any green
It is an old city
450 years old
For me São Paulo
Is like a prison cell

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Hidden Meaning

To death do us part
Does that mean death of the heart
Or growing old in age
That might be like being trapped for all your days

There are too many ways to look at this-but not enough time to comprehend
What this means, and where its meaning ends
Im not sure how to say it
But I’m sure you’ll understand-that it means love and life will exist to the end

Not necessarily together-no not at all
Love grows old and fades away
But some things are here to stay
Love them for all your time, and don’t forget what love was mine

To death do us part; the irony so discreet
And some of us, that irony will meet
When it happens then you’ll know
Why love and death are not one

So death do us part,
What do you say
Is your meaning for now and today
Or will it be for along the way

Until then, I will try
And even see what I can find
Death do us part, I’ll figure you out
And when I do, I’ll find that route
The path between death and love
And see if it intertwines

If it doesn’t then I’ll know
That life and love were meant to grow
To flourish in the great divine
Of course...that love wont be mine

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