Last week while traveling on the train from the Ben Gurion Airport to Ashkelon I sat by an interesting fellow from Ashdod. His story was printed in the Jerusalem Post in May 2006. Nir sold his apartment in Israel and is still traveling to find his lost love, writing and performing his poetry along the way.
Here is one from his book FIRE*N*ICE.
(You can read more about him and his poetry at http://www.nir-the-psychic-poet.com/article.htm and http://www.nir-the-psychic-poet.com/)
“I’m not stable,
I eat on the bed
and sleep on the table.
Your influence mixed up my life,
but brought back my heart
and made me alive.
You’re carved out of stone,
falling on my back,
breaking every bone.
I can’t breathe,
but still I’m alive.
You shutdown my heart
and open my eyes.
You made my heart pure
when you entered your magic,
sucking the toxic of my lips,
leaving one kiss,
knowing more and I become an addict.
You saved me once,
but made my heart beat so many times.
I found a Muse,
but got confused,
ready to die
when I started to fly.”
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