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Steven Fried Jul 2013
**** em.

Claustrophobic nightmares
Chiropractic disasters

Supplementary salvation-
From Salvation-
pillows and blankets

Strangers are wed
finitely

Elbow-room is
as precious as gold
a needle in a haystack

A waiting room
for greater adventures in store.
Steven Fried Jul 2013
Roots of Judaism
Thick as the pillars
Solid as the ancient stone
Sempiternally grip as a testament
To the growing nation
Sixth century tradition

These roots burgeon a tree
We are leaves
We fall
Among dead legends like the millions before us
We turn to dust

The tree of Judaism remains
The flag flies, the sun rises
We stand in defiance
Barbarically attacked
Our tree pruned
The roots of Judaism run deep

Pray for the country, my country
Pray for the nation, my nation
Pray for the people, my people

For I am Jewish and my roots run deep,
I lie among legends
Wreathed in tradition and community
Steven Fried Jul 2013
Earth, USA, Poconos, Camp Ramah, Boys Campus, Bunk 12, Third wooden step/
a hornets nest underneath- harmlessly buzzing,/
we are invincible/
peace draws
me back./

Leaning back on the fourth step, the wood digs into my elbows but/
I'm too content/
a sprawling bright green hill of grass/
plunges downward with a strip of gravel leading to the lake./

Feeling the aged, warm wood beneath my feet is/
cozy/
A gazebo is at the apex of the lush hill/
falling apart with cobwebs and flaking wood/
no one said home was perfect.

I tilt my head upward briefly to feel the warmth of the sun/
downward a square pool surrounded by a romantic chain-link fence./
a run down boathouse./
My first kiss./
I had a "secret to tell her."

A serene manmade lake sits just below the boathouse./
deep blue waters/
and the "blob” capture my attention.

The picturesque scene… the lake surrounded by a dense forest at the bottom/
the giant beautiful hill which houses for just a brief period,/
some of the best friends I’ve ever had/
is home to me./
It is serenity, it is comfort, it is love.

Home has no definition,/
but the third wooden step, bunk 12, boys campus, Camp Ramah, USA, Earth,/
gazing in the hot summer sun/
 over the most beautiful piece of land/
I've ever laid eyes upon/
sure feels like home to me.
Steven Fried Jul 2013
When the crickets tweet,
The rooster crows,
the birds caw,
the donkey brays,
the men holler,
my roommate snores like a steam engine,

all before 4 am;

I thank God for the wake up call.

My day can begin that much earlier-

with the sight of the sunrise
the smell of the animals
the touch of the grass
the taste of the sea air
and the sound of prayer.

My six senses remind me once again
Where I am
and
Why I am here.

In the Holy Land
to revel in
Brotherhood, and Culture and Judaism
Steven Fried Jun 2013
Near or far,
I'll be there.
It matter not where you are.

Think of me in the flutter of your hair;
leave not my memory behind.
For here lies my soul bare.

Memories and years intertwined,
A bond we do form,
Perfection I do find.

We have weathered many a tremendous storm;
you are as mesmerizing as a rose-
unbreakable, beyond the norm.

Our book does not close.
A new-separate chapter,
enter the future with dignified repose.

I wish you full bellied laughter;
for we will both meet again after.
Steven Fried Jun 2013
You are blue
Your companionship has long since gone away
Your words come slowly if ever
Your interjections have no meaning
Your passion is a doused flame
Your decisions are unfair
  
You are bronze
Your shine is lackluster
Your potential is untapped
Your enthusiasm is misdirected
  
You are rust
Your intellect is a-waste
Your trust is broken
Your mind is now clouded
  
You are brown
Your ear is unsharpened
You coughs are unnatural
Your friendship is valued even yet
  
You are orange
Your ethic is admirable
Your company is comical
Your life is my soaps
  
You are yellow
Your face is but fair
Your skin has blemishes
Your actions not so demure – but yet
  
You are red
Your actions are fuel for my fire
Your intentions are good but the crafted hands left wanting
  
You are Violet
Your pain was great
Your color is of love
Your solid perseverance is for me
  
You are White
Your brilliance outshines mine
Your patience burns as fast as light
Your opinion flares as bright as magnesium
  
Black is not found
Deep down I have looked
But came back wanting
  
Is that naïve?
Steven Fried Jun 2013
Gaze over the bay and
recline with me.
Appreciate the beautiful trees that ebb and flow in the wind,
join them and become one with the flag on the breeze.
Don't mind the intruders.
There is juxtaposition with
the two red satellite beasts.
The bay is waging war with technological innovation in the twilight before dawn.
The towers are malignant tumors.
There can be no explanation...
Speak on things far deeper than the common vernacular.
Externalize your feelings, internalize the images, worship the stars.
I have a sheet, and an uncomfortable bed, but I need you to listen,
for a while longer yet...
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