Music has always been a vital part of my life—a way to express my mood or navigate my feelings at any given time. While I appreciate the wordless genius of John Coltrane and Duke Ellington, I’ve always been drawn to lyrics. I grew up on a steady diet of Bob Dylan, Simon and Garfunkel, The Beatles, and Elton John.
She stares…at nothing in particular. Focused on thoughts, fears and memories. He shakes and shouts…at this world gone wrong. Focused on the negativity that can drown a whale. She drinks her tea, he drinks his coffee. He sees her from across the room, somehow he is calmed. He walks towards her, throws an embrace and… Read more: Once Again…
Old man walking slowly, talking to himself, mainly because he is not interested in what anyone else has to say. He used to bring people together and fight for what was right and demonize all that was wrong. “It’s simple math,” He would say, “Hatred is wrong and love is right.” He walks with a… Read more: Love Always
Drawing on a lifetime of bold advocacy and fierce self-expression, two powerful spirits deliver the ultimate lesson: always, always, be yourself, work to improve, and remember that faith and love are the keys to living, laughing, and breathing, no matter what.
How does one counter an ideology so enmeshed in a people that they are willing to sacrifice their own children in order to strengthen their position?
How can a country ensure safety for its citizens when any measure taken is considered an act of apartheid or genocide?
I still smile, yet the sense of any humor seems dull.
Tears don’t fall, yet they well up in my heart.
After ten seven went from being a score in a game to the beginning of loss, I can’t shake this darkness which has descended.
A plague of hatred has become all the rage these days, just like those days before.
Red hats, black hats, keffiyehs and halos each carry a judgemental spirit which only
knows how to condemn.
She caught a reflection of herself in the window across from her. She still looked good. That was her blessing and her curse. The reasons why no one ever looked into her eyes or smiled with any genuine affection.
The fact that she had graduated number 2 from Boston University meant nothing once they saw her, a curse and a blessing?
Did they even hear her speak
Can they ever get to know her?
Numb and number. A cloud, childhood, gold, lust and a soft breeze. A wave, a glance, a song coming from a passing car. Shooting stars, time…Running in place, emotions I have forgotten long ago. Locked up and open.Sailing through time going through motions, numb and number, emotions I cannot share. A poem with no rhymes,… Read more: Number
As time passes we try to not take for granted the truths which should be embraced.In the era of my lifetime, 8 have seen countless senseless deaths in the name of a god of hatred. Even more so since October 7th. Too many children, parents, sons and daughters, stolen from their world while the thieves… Read more: Freedom?
We have walked the thin line, we have held on to the ledge, we have been smacked, kissed, unceremoniously left alone, embraced by strangers and stayed at the bar a bit too long.
You wear a straight jacket for the sake of fashion and you think about the fresh autumn air. The aroma of the fallen leaves and her scent on your shirt.
Music has always been a vital part of my life—a way to express my mood or navigate my feelings at any given time. While I appreciate the wordless genius of John Coltrane and Duke Ellington, I’ve always been drawn to lyrics. I grew up on a steady diet of Bob Dylan, Simon and Garfunkel, The Beatles, and Elton John.
You watch her from across the coffee shop. She is young, too young for you, should you suddenly realize you are not 22 anymore…
She stares…at nothing in particular. Focused on thoughts, fears and memories. He shakes and shouts…at this world gone wrong. Focused on the negativity that can drown a whale. She drinks her tea, he drinks his coffee. He sees her from across the room, somehow he is calmed. He walks towards her, throws an embrace and… Read more: Once Again…
Old man walking slowly, talking to himself, mainly because he is not interested in what anyone else has to say. He used to bring people together and fight for what was right and demonize all that was wrong. “It’s simple math,” He would say, “Hatred is wrong and love is right.” He walks with a… Read more: Love Always
Drawing on a lifetime of bold advocacy and fierce self-expression, two powerful spirits deliver the ultimate lesson: always, always, be yourself, work to improve, and remember that faith and love are the keys to living, laughing, and breathing, no matter what.
How does one counter an ideology so enmeshed in a people that they are willing to sacrifice their own children in order to strengthen their position? How can a country ensure safety for its citizens when any measure taken is considered an act of apartheid or genocide?
I still smile, yet the sense of any humor seems dull. Tears don’t fall, yet they well up in my heart. After ten seven went from being a score in a game to the beginning of loss, I can’t shake this darkness which has descended. A plague of hatred has become all the rage these days, just like those days before. Red hats, black hats, keffiyehs and halos each carry a judgemental spirit which only knows how to condemn.
She caught a reflection of herself in the window across from her. She still looked good. That was her blessing and her curse. The reasons why no one ever looked into her eyes or smiled with any genuine affection. The fact that she had graduated number 2 from Boston University meant nothing once they saw her, a curse and a blessing? Did they even hear her speak Can they ever get to know her?
Numb and number. A cloud, childhood, gold, lust and a soft breeze. A wave, a glance, a song coming from a passing car. Shooting stars, time…Running in place, emotions I have forgotten long ago. Locked up and open.Sailing through time going through motions, numb and number, emotions I cannot share. A poem with no rhymes,… Read more: Number
As time passes we try to not take for granted the truths which should be embraced.In the era of my lifetime, 8 have seen countless senseless deaths in the name of a god of hatred. Even more so since October 7th. Too many children, parents, sons and daughters, stolen from their world while the thieves… Read more: Freedom?
We have walked the thin line, we have held on to the ledge, we have been smacked, kissed, unceremoniously left alone, embraced by strangers and stayed at the bar a bit too long.
A cavalcade of memories, of sunny days and rainy evenings, open roads and streets filled with traffic, open arms, lips aflame, soft scents of love.
You wear a straight jacket for the sake of fashion and you think about the fresh autumn air. The aroma of the fallen leaves and her scent on your shirt.
I’ve been running for so long, I have forgotten how to stand still. I’ve been singing I’m still standing, but I haven’t seemed to have moved.
Freddy Zalta 