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Archaic Landscape

archaic landscape
gorge itself

to foreign gods

occasional lovers
leaves her unprotected and alone

mothering stones
producing maledictions

vaporising dust to air
mothering stones
producing maledictions

vaporising air to dust

an old lady goes out of her home

she’s walking in circles
walking in circles
always comes back home

land of sweat and honey
land of milk and blood
bored moon redden her long legs

Life withers and rebirth

Life withers and rebirth

Life withers and rebirth

archaic landscape
gorge itself to foreign gods

No world

the world is her home and she knows

every road, every turn, every spot when she looks in the mirror
she see them, million twin sisters

all look the same
same hair, same dress, same smile
tastes become sweeter, colors reduce their range

she likes them all
no dangerous corners, no sharp edges, no threats

the world is her home and it’s beautiful

Springroll

white, see-through skin
wrap around my pinkish, fishy heart
my peanuts idea, green brain
noodles hairs and chicken fears
wrap around and eat me up
wrap around and deep me in a spicy bath

sun will rise up today
love will wash out all sorrow and pain

of chinese dragon and kites that fly high
fly high above the sky
above these hello kitty plates sun will rise up today

love will wash out all sorrow and pain

Ikea

Sunday morning, let’s take the car
Outsmarting traffic, together
like with the big magnets of the universe,
we’re attracted.
passing through a wished life
apples & cinnamon make me think of home, i never had
scrolling through all my private possible rooms
through my imagined childhood,
with the right colours, right tones, right toys
correctly designed, i feel the need,
i miss something i could have had as a kid and didn’t
scrolling through my teenage first nonexisted love.
teenage perfect heart i never broke
student years looks so easily, so beautifully.
and here we are, this young imaginary couple,
building our apricot private house
or getting our city apartment together
outside’s cold but we are warm, cozy on our wooden floor
then we’ll choose our baby’s room
soft light colours glowing soon
we chose his name, her clothes, their lives
we are free and have an excellent taste
us and all the others
now it’s possible
lets go down the stairs to choose the details of our own life
plants and pictures, candles, bedsheets, curtains, lamps, mugs and sweets i share life
i scroll down in life
then it’s time to go to hell
down the stairs we disappear
colours faded, dreams blows out
cartons laying at your sides, find the numbers written down
fight your loved ones
nothing’s left in your heart just the need of small grey sofa
down with morals, down with life
wiped your true self
all you have to do is simply buy
all you want to do is just to die
i scroll down.
Sunday.

Yallah

In the middle of the night i found myself walking in the Champs Elysees of the middle east the wind was blowing hard on my face, wind of change
Cairo, Beirut, i hear voices telling me : ruth, join the revolution
Cairo, Beirut, i hear voices telling me : ruth common and join it

so i went up the mountain to check out if the wind blew up the walls
went up the mountain to have a glimpse on the city of gold
walking barefoot in the gey-ben-hinnom i see souls searching for peace, searching for home but when i opened my eyes there were walls and isolation
hear the bells of the Dormition
this is Jerusalem, city of gold with heart of stone
this is Jerusalem, city of gold with heart of stone

i went up the street of the Via Dolorosa, where a real man knew what suffering was

out of the old city, turn right to zion square, heard a big bomb out of a frigidaire

against: greeks, romans, persians, turkish, british, orthodox, arabs and gays
greeks romans, persians, turkish, british, orthodoxes, arabs and gays

i went back to the city of Tel-Aviv, city of sea, city of sand
met up some young, not innocent people who just want a little change

young, not innocent people they just want to live their lives
young, not innocent people they just want to live their fucking lives

and they don’t want to pay no more for occupation

don’t want to pay no more for setller’s manipulations

don’t want to pay no more for racist education
don’t want to pay no more for leader’s coke & champagne

Cairo, Beirut, Tel-Aviv: now it’s you turn
Cairo, Beirut, Tel-Aviv: take the history in your hands

Cairo, Beirut, Tel-Aviv: the world is looking your way

Cairo, Beirut, Tel-Aviv: yallah make a revolution

yallah make a revolution !

Jesus

in the middle of the night there he was coming knocking on my mother’s doors

the jasmin was climbing wild on the walls
and there he was
the man i love

‘come’ he said and fish reappeared on my plate
his fingers smell of far city’s cultural saloon, soft cigarette’s smell

and whisky pour into tea cups and laughs
butter cakes, fraises, framboises, mûres

waiting for the rain since long ago

his feet mapped this great continent of

his his legs rooted in black forests, wild soil

and his arms hold swards of Charlemagne
come with me
‘come with me’ he said and fish reappeared on my plate t

hey say he walked on water,
the man i love

waiting for rain (since) long ago

i was waiting for rain

in the middle of the night, while i was sleeping, there he was coming knocking on my

mother’s doors

Land of the Free

Aunt Myriam forgot her bag in the bathroom

when she went powder her nose
in the wedding of her neighbor
Aunt Myriam never forget, she never forget

Aunt Myriam works in her living room

building little bombs, little missiles
she can then put in her golden bag
when she goes to the wedding of her neighbor

don't come visit Aunt Myriam without notice!

she would prefer not to hurt a soul, she wants to be free

prefer to live a peaceful life, but she wants to be free

Everyone likes Aunt Myriam in the neighborhood

she walks around smile to all the people

distributes her candies to the children,
she has sweet teeth and she likes to be free

once upon a time she went to see her friend in New-York City

walked for hours and was very impressed
until she saw the statue of liberty and asked herself
'why can't i be free ?'

she would prefer not to hurt a soul, she wants to be free

prefer to live a peaceful life, but she needs to be free

back in the neighborhood
no money and no faith.
she didn't lose time
open the books and started to learn how to build little bombs

she can then put in her golden bag

when she goes to the wedding of her neighbor


she would prefer not to hurt a soul but she wants to be free

prefer to live a peaceful life, but she needs to be free

but the true story is that i never had an Aunt Myriam
never had a simple red spaghetti for lunch
all my aunts had polish names and too much of makeup

didn't seek for freedom, didn't even have a golden bag
to forget in the bathroom when they went powder their nose

in the wedding of their neighbor.

Bomb Bomb Bomb !

Cortelyou road (we shall overcome)

we shall overcome morning like these when lying sun freezes all muscles down
we shall overcome knees and elbows that hurts that much refusing to bent down
we shall overcome eyes that saw too much details, too much dust and now lose their sight and we shall overcome light

we shall overcome blinding days with nothing good to do and nothing good to eat
we shall overcome big cities and wide streets
we shall overcome far mountains, big rivers, wild ocean, nature forces, summers and rain

we shall overcome waiting hours for my man
we shall overcome waste of time
we shall overcome age and time

we shall overcome centers like this one with people inside giving you dangerous comfort

we shall overcome false dreams, long lonely nights of needs
we shall overcome needs and enemies, a broken heart that takes years to recover
we shall overcome love

deep in my heart, i do believe we shall overcome life

we shall overcome life

Nina

between the yellow autumn leaves, i find a last summer light i pick the peach and i stub my teeth, my knives into it
and let the juices drop upon my waiting body
i call home

between the white curls of your beard
i see an ocean, wild
the stars they drill their lights into it
until the bottom of the sea, where i can hear them sing

i call home

you built a fence around my island, around our home

and sailed away
between the white curls of your beard
i see a little boat for me, to run away

i call home

האביב עוד יעלה גם על הלב הזה

האביב עוד יעלה גם על הלב הזה

 

שולחת אצבעות כואבות אל עבר ניצני בוקר בלאט

אור עולה מן המזרח

צובע עלים בכתום, בתקווה

אביב עוד יעלה גם על הלב הזה

the spring will rise also upon this heart

the spring will rise also upon this heart

sending aching fingers secretly towards morning’s buds

light rises from the east
color the leaves in orange, in hope
the spring will rise also upon this heart

Gaza

Another drop of sand that echoes through a frightened city

the wind washes the salt to the empty shores
no one’s allowed to come closer to breath in
the wind of other places

mother gives birth to her baby only to give it back to the earth,
an earth that get use to be fed with kids blood can never be satisfied

it sends her so-called ‘chosen sons’ to go find this nectar
while the salt keeps drying people’s hearts and mother’s tears
the wind just blows up the fire

Another house that is being demolished in the middle of freighted city
no one hears and no one cares about another kid that being berried in the sand

the sea keeps vomiting salt and nothing more and no one’s even allowed to come

closer to breath in the world

The world keeps drifting UN resolutions no solutions

Israeli bombs cover her sky whenever she shuts her eyes

and lately also when she keeps them open

It’s a prison here and people are suffocating
mothers give birth to their babies only to give them back to the hungry earth

that never get satisfied, opens up to the new people on the block like a prostitute

those people, who are the chosen ones in their own eyes, go to these crazy

bloodthirsty crusades
for more kids blood for more mother’s broken heart
and the city is getting smaller but her cry is muted down
cause the world doesn’t want to hear the world doesn’t want to see
another look of mother filled with fear and agony

The world just keeps drifting UN resolutions no solutions the world keeps drifting UN resolutions no solutions

אפשר לראות את פצצת הנפלם נופלת במרכזה של עיר מאויימת שמנסה להרים ראש ולא מצליחה 

נשותיה מולידות ילדים לתוך אדמה רעבה שלא יודעת שובע

אפשר לשמוע נהימותיה בלילות

ובניה הבחורים בעניי עצמם גם הם איבדו את עצמם

והם יוצאים למסעות  נוראיים 

והאדמה שותקת, מצמיחה חול ולעתים יותר ויותר קרובות גם שריפות איומות 

 

מטוסי קרב ישראלים מאיימים על השמים כל פעם שהיא עוצמת את העיניים

ולעיתים יותר ויותר קרובות גם כשהיא משאירה אותן פקוחות

You can see the ripples of a napalm bomb that fall in a middle of a threatened city

that tries to lift up its head but doesn’t succeed
its women give birth to their babies into a hungry earth
you can hear its hums in the night
and her sons who are the chosen ones in their own eyes,
go to these terrible bloodthirsty crusades
and the earth silent, growing sand
and from time to time terrible fires

The world keeps drifting UN resolutions no solutions

israeli bombs cover her sky whenever she shuts her eyes

and lately also when she keeps them open

Delightful Blindness (hebrew)
delightful blindness, a soft maternal cradle
the sun battles the safety shields
of my room and i win only the bliss of its warmth

my skin plays hide and seek with the shadows

my retina’s muscles filter the injustice
who blindfolded me?
chained me with a heavy chain
of gold, diamond and lace?
sold me a picture of honey and milk
or was it i ?
choosing forever the luxury
just because i can?
I have the privilege not to see the suffering
the misfortune caused by blinds like me
it was me after all
ignoring my own crimes
i am wrapping myself in a peaceful blanket
and go to sleep forever

Imagine

Imagine myself waking up before sunrise, going to a working camp for a whole month long, a whole year long.
being paid 130 dollars a month for 20 hours a day. building, constructing, computers, tablettes and telephone for us to sit in our stupid cafes, with our stinking dogs drinking fucking cappuccino, sharing, commenting, massacre & kittens, feeling ourselves moral kings and moral queens, feeling ourselves so democratic, so beautiful.

Imagine yourself waking up before sunrise, going to a working camp for a whole month long, a whole year long.
being paid 130 dollars a month for 20 hours a day. building, constructing, computers, tablettes and telephone for us to sit in our stupid cafes, with our stinking dogs drinking fucking cappuccino, sharing, commenting, massacre & kittens, feeling ourselves moral kings and moral queens, feeling ourselves so democratic, so beautiful.

Life is Beautiful. Life is Beautiful. Life is Beautiful. Life is Beautiful. Life is Beautiful. Life is Beautiful. Life is Beautiful. Life is Beautiful. Life is Beautiful. Life is Beautiful.