Chance

What's in a name

That would make us think

That would give us this day

To dance, eat and drink?

What time of celebration

Would force us to recall

When a vicious tyrant

Would rise and then fall?

Was it really all just chance

The luck of the draw

Like who gets the short one

When we pick straws?

It couldn't be the case

Because the odds were never in our favor

But a deeper look at near-destruction

And we see how we could never waver.

And what about now

When times are so precarious

Can we simply just laugh

And think it all so hilarious

It certainly isn't random

There is a divine plan, you see

And that plan guides us now

To an infinite victory.

Bonkers

I suppose I should be thrilled

Utterly overjoyed

Because this means

That I am one step closer

But I am just getting morose-r

Still trying to find

My own kind of crazy

The bonkers that's best for me

Whoever that may be

The one with muchness

Or maybe just madness

That will create blissfulness

Or even happiness

It may be a dream

But I am not sleeping

And even though I have yet to remember

From the first time

I'd happily fall down this hole again

If only to know

Where I'll end up in the end.

Take Me Away

Take me away

Take me back to the day

When it didn't matter

What I wore

Or what was the score

We were winners

And losers all the same

No one was a player

Even if it was all just a game

Somehow we didn't care

If we were here or there

Cuz anywhere

Was where we were meant to be

We could sing

We could dance

We could enchant and entrance

There were no masks

We didn't have to be asked twice

To be anything but ourselves

It was easy to roll and rumble

In dirt and glitter, we would tumble

The world was our playground

Spinning us around and around

These days, it's all lies and pretend

And I wonder

When will it all end?

Party

Invitation sealed and sent
Preparations barely made a dent
In being prepared for this
The crowd pulsates
The bodies reverberate
Free flowing alcohol
Taking its toll
On the victims it drinks under the table
Cuz none of us have ever been able
To outdrink that glass
And so we pass
Like shooting stars in the night
Without will to fight
Surrendered to the monster
Who brought us here
To be slaughtered
For the next meal
That he plans to serve
Unless one can rise
She, who defies
Can returns us to our homes
Before the clock strikes twelve
And we turn into the selves
We never wanted to be
But now we can see
Hope was never lost
No matter the cost
We have risen again
To rewrite the end
That was sealed in blood
But we broke through
We returned to you
We chose to remain true

Alternate

Sometimes I wonder if we are all strangers, inhabitants of our own realities that surround us, and occasionally interact with the islands if others.

I can be surrounded by a sea of people and still feel all alone.

And then I am sitting in class, and I am convinced of this. Are my questions really so off base? Do I really not make sense? Can I really not understand how people can behave the way they do? Are we complicated beings? Or just confused?

My language is the same as yours but my meaning and definitions seem to come from another planet.

The hour is late, the caffeine is great and I hear a spaceship calling my name.

Farewell.

Superbowl: Follow Up Post

After my angry rant from yesterday, my faith has been restored. Sheppin nachas at the "hometown team" for displaying an unbelievable devotion to what's TRULY important. This makes me proud to be a Jew.

http://matzav.com/baltimore-wins-900-fathers-and-sons-make-kiddush-hashem-on-superbowl-night

Superbowl

I see no reason to celebrate in the victory, or madness of the Sueprbowl. Does that make me a bad person?

Or does it mean that I realize there are more important things to celebrate than a bunch of brawny guys falling on top of each other as they try to get a dumb ball across a field?

I don't mean to be a party pooper, but honestly, why is it in any business of anyone what color I wear on game day? You are entitled to your opinions about the (idiocy of the) game, but I will not fall into the trap of considering these men idols or heroes. Let them use their strength to rebuild broken homes. Let them use their wealth for those less fortunate.

I understand the merit of an outlet to relax and wind down, but the level to which we worship these men just nauseates me.

This is my rant. You can hate it all you want (or agree) but that's what I have to say.