Kabbalistic Prayer

August 12, 2012

I am undone Tired from the run Buried the self with holy books Like dead meat caught on a hook Renewing the self day by day Yet the battle never goes away Nothing ever really changes my ways They are alive and forever stays Caught in the soup of this Karmic mess Playing make believe while I dress I keep breathing in the chill of the cold morning air How long will I live in this trifling despair Shall I plunge myself in this gritty affair And finally lay the self to bear- So now I turn to my deepest prayer- Mem-Nun-Daled Mem-Zadik-Resh Hey-Aleph-Aleph Vav-Hey-Vav Yud-Yud-Lamed Photo: Azarel, "Mam Tu Veda Na Kascana" No one Knows me as I Am" (Bhagavad Gita)

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Lucian A. Sperta

Published Author and Poet over 25 books in paper back and digital books Selected American Library Association 2015 Model Citizen 2013 Writer of the Month Meridan 1989 American Society of Authors Composers and Publishers since 1994 #8 Hot Top 100 Hot New Release in Poetry #1 Best in Photo Essay Amazon.com Some people think I expose myself too much in what I say in my poems, I don't consider myself a poet as much as I feel I am a story teller, how can one write subjected to other peoples point of view on how I write, what I write, and how I express myself. This is my journey and self expression is how I choose to deal with it; words, writing has been the outlet where I control without fear, without shame, the pen and paper will never betray you. A poet is one, I believe, can take a surgical scalpel to the soul and let it bleed what it truly feels.....

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jwienerAug 12, 2012

"I keep breathing in the chill of the cold morning air" is a great line, because the chill in the air relates to your mental state and gives the poem heavy emotion.