100th and Final Post!

David On The Lake

See you there..!

Another Day...Another Dream Dies

A child is born
The world fills with bubbles
Dreams...
Opportunities
Endless possibilities

A 10 year old dreaming
Awed by the bubbles that fill
The Air
Your Dreams
Floating higher...still

Each bubble a dream

Doctor
Rebbe
Baseball player
Lawyer
Rosh Yeshiva
Policeman
Painter
Rich guy
Singer
Kiruv
Professor

As the days pass
The hours disappear
Another week
Another year
The bubbles slowly
Pop
Slowly
Pop
One by one
Too late to become this
Too late to learn that
Pop
Pop

And the years go by...
And you do And you try
Until you grow old and tired
Weak and retired
And you lay
Suspended
On your hammock
Under your favorite oak tree
You look up and you see
A few bubbles float by
In the clear blue sky


You smile and you sigh
So content
Serene
Lazily watching the last bubble fly

The sum
Of what you’ve become

And as your eyes close
The sky suddenly fills anew
With millions of bubbles
As a new child...is born

Trends

What is a trend
Is it a means or an end?
How can beauty
..................... yesterday?

Vanish away?

What is beauty?
Real or imagined?
A car that was truly beautiful and desirable in its day
Sitting ugly in the garage bay.
A pair of glasses that was the height of high design
Now hidden away thick in its dusty shrine.
Weren’t they beautiful in their time?
They haven’t changed

We want to know
that you know
and they know
that we have
what you say
and they say
is beautiful
Is desirable
And the minute
That they stop
And you stop
To say so
Then the new scent
Disappears
And we wait
And see
What you’ll say
And they’ll say
Is beautiful
Next

And that my friend
Is a trend

True Love

L’cha Dodi...Likraas Kalah
Every week...I dance for you
I dance with joy
I dance with shame
Every week you find me
Laying in the mud
You lift me
Embrace me
My mind cannot fathom
So my heart takes over..
Your love
Your love for me
As you take me in you arms
I hold you
Mold you to me
You hold me...kiss me
A tear escapes from
My heart
As I whisper..
It’s you I love
You’re my one and only
You whisper back..I know..I know
And hold me tighter still
I try to commit to memory
The sweetness of your lips
The scent of roses
I look into your eyes and I promise
I promise to love you and no other
Please let me feel you this intensely
Every minute...every moment
Hoping deep down
That you won’t have to come looking for me
Next week..
That I won’t have to avert my eyes
In shame
As you lift me from the mud...into your arms..
Good Shabbos

Please remember me...20th of Sivan

Kolymaya, Ukraine 20th Sivan 5449 (1689)

Watching my Zeidie shuffle into the room on one leg and a stick settling into his favorite chair at the window. The room and house bare of food and provisions. His ever sad eyes staring into the distance..the steppes..rolling hills..tattered village.
Those eyes that have been witness to the greatest tragedy that has befallen us since the destruction of Jerusalem 1500 years ago.
The glorious communities of Poland, Galitzia, Volhynia, Ukraine and Lithuania. By invitation of Casimir The Great the Jews prospered here for 300 years. We enjoyed unparalleled freedom and peace. Our Rabbis organized a sweeping pseudo-government that enjoyed almost complete autonomy. The Council of the Four Lands made sure everyone was taken care of, settled all court cases and was led by the greatest leaders of their time including the Taz and the Shach.

All this came to a shattering and devastating end in 1648-1649. We’re still so stunned that it’s difficult to comprehend.
In the year 1648 Ukranian Cossacks organized a militia under the rabid anti-semite Bogdan Chmelniecki. They came sweeping in from the Eastern Steppes like a sudden dark thunderstorm in midday. The attacks against the Jews began almost immediately and thus 2 years of hell began. These years have been come to be known as Tach v’Tat.
The Cossacks were fierce warriors and were expert horse riders. They came thundering in to a town on their swift and powerful horses, swords drawn and overwhelmed the defenseless Jews. The drunken shouts, terrified screams
another child murdered
another girl raped

After 2 years the incomprehensible number stares us in the face.
300,000.
300,000 men women and children killed. Every single one stabbed or pierced to death.
Tens of thousands of our sisters, mothers and daughters brutally raped.
Entire villages wiped out.
Desolate.
Entire regions reduced to poverty..starvation.
A lone violinist tries to capture the sadness the grief..the solitude.
How does one bury ones entire family?
How does one pick up the pieces?
With the joyful memories haunting us in the hollowness of the empty children’s room.

Sure during the crusades we’d suffered a few hundred here..a few hundred there...
During other troublesome times..there have been massacres.
But never on this scale...

The Council is meeting this week in Zhitomir down the road.
They’ve decided to institute a day of remembrance and prayer.
Every year on the 20th of Sivan Jews will gather and say special selichos composed for the occasion and fast.
There were those that were against it on the argument that who needs a special day..how can we ever forget what happened?
There were those that argued that it won’t help. It’ll be forgotten in another few generations anyhow. Perhaps a worse tragedy will befall us G-d have mercy.
So I sit and watch my Zeidy and wonder what’s causing that tear to slowly roll down his cheek.
Is it memories of his parents being killed in front of him?
Of his infant son?
Of his beautiful sister who committed suicide after 2 weeks of violation and humiliation?

40 years have passed since 1649 and the last survivors are passing on swiftly..on to a better place to rejoin the 300,000 that await them.
Who will bear witness to what happened?
Will future generations remember?
Remember our tragedy?

_____________


This Friday is the 20th of Sivan. Please spare one moment to remember Tach vTat.
Our grandparents and their tragedy.


Let’s hope in 200 years from now (if g-d forbid Moshicach hasn't come) our great-granchildren won’t be here pleading to spare a moment to remember the Holocaust.

YeeeeeeeeeHaaaaaaaaw!

Here I am cruising down the road on Friday when suddenly this car just rolls right through a Stop sign and crosses my path. I had no time to swerve or stop and I SMASHed right into her side spinning her car around.
It happened so fast yet so sloooow freeze frame...The moment when you internalize ...”I’m about to crash”
To the shattering glass twisting metal screeching tire sound and sensation...
My car ended up in someone’s front yard windshield and other windows shattered..I got out and angrily confronted this black woman..
You Idiot*..idiot! didn’t you see the Stop sign??
Totally disoriented but feeling fine...I called my wife to tell her I’m fine.
Next thing I know..the cops are there. She admits that she didn’t see the Stop sign.
I feel a tap on my shoulder it’s a paramedic asking if I’m the driver of that car...
I answer affirmatively and they tell me not to move. My neck is stabilized a board is pressed to my back and I’m swept off my feet. I protest in vain...
My poor wife expecting to find a small fender bender sees a cacophony of flashing lights and her husband being lifted into the back of an ambulance.
Suddenly I wasn’t feeling so good. For a split second I was even thinking..wouldn’t it be ironic to die 2 days after my 2045 post?
If I died would anyone in bloggosphere know? Would they just assume I decided to stop blogging?

Thank G-d I was released 2 hours later..and I’m fine.

The crazy thing about the crash was..It was alot of fun!
The Airbag opened and I didn’t feel a thing. It was quite the thrill.
The feeling of crashing..smashing...but this invisible force field around you that cushions you from hitting anything.

This aint’ your parents car crash.


*Name changed to protect identity.

June 7, 2045. A look back

June 7, 2045
Just got back from the doctor. My arthritis has really been acting up again.

Wow it’s been 40 years!

Time to reflect a little...

a quick look around the blogosphere....

Ahhh remember those innocent early days of blogging? The days when we actually had to read the blogs word for word instead of having them zipped into your brains? When we had to suffer through annoying anonymous comments without being able to zap their writers to oblivion.

It’s so cute to see all the new generations of bloggers coming and going over the years..but the first generation is still king.

Who would’ve believed back then..that Frum Girl would be a multi millionaire from her Alice in Wonderland/Cinderella movie series?

That Social Worker/Mom /Grandmom would be showing her paintings at MOMA?
Remember her first Cove painting?

That Toronto Pearlie would be such a famous author..?

ZenJew, TurquoiseBlue and Genendy have all held the prestigious Poet Laureate post.


How long has it been since the Parliament in the UK amended the rules to allow a US born citizen to be Queen clearing the way for Kasambas ascension to the throne?

35 years since we were all arrested at anonym00kies over the top wedding...at 4AM.

How long since Afraid Girl became Courageous Woman?

Its been 22 years since Nobody became Somebody (and 5 since she admitted she LOVES poetry).

TuesdaysWishes..have come true..and she's moved on to Wednesday..

11 years since Open Up has Closed Up.

Mata Hari has become the first Orthodox Woman CEO of a Fortune 500 company.
Btw...Your family looks great on the cover of Time.

25 years since Moiy got the word “teh” into the English language (btw..Happy 63rd and Happy 144th to your neighbor).

theonlywayiknow has finally admitted that she knows other ways...

10 years since I discovered that the new incredible Rebbitzen at our shul is none other then Ayala.

Lakewood Venter is complaining that he’s not being let into Lakewood Courtyard assisted living home because rumour has it...he goes to Bingo games
.
Chaverah has come back after 40 years..remember her?

BrownEyedGirl spotted a hottie being wheeled down the boardwalk.

Great post today by Also a Chussid explaining the 16 different splinter groups of Satmar.

On a positive note the FDA has finally approved a Viagra for women pill, which Dating Master Jerusalem slipped into his wifes drink a few weeks ago
...they haven’t been seen since.

Wow great post today by JewishBeforeHuman.

A working girl..moved to the states..I convinced her to change that title as it can have other connotations here in the States.

A Frum Idealist is still an Idealist..incredible considering what we’ve been through.

The Pragmatician has long since given up being pragmatic.

Eishet Chayil is truly an Eishet Chayil and mother.

Sarah has posted phenomenal pictures of cells inside a rose petal.

Lvnsm is taking a break..(this time for real).

Barbara has finally crossed that verge of thinking threshold....she’s no longer a verge-en.

YY has just released his newest music list..wow love that new song by Sean Preston Federline Spears. I just read a report saying that his phenomenal voice can be attributed to a re-alignment of his vocal chords that can only occur when dropped at a very young age.

Stacey I know you’re approaching 80 but you still look and write like a youngster.

Masmida I finally found that Ushpizin DVD...and....I saw a DVD player at the Antique Store down the block..if you’re interested let me know.

SouthernYid loves his new farm in Oklahoma, part of his never ending quest to live in the smallest most out of town community possible.

Karl and Shoppy are about to celebrate their 39th Anniversary. Who could forget the 30th bash we threw for them?..our very own Blog couple
....they’re so happy out on their gorgeous yacht in the Atlantic.

Bueno. Tengo que ir ahora.. mi grandkids aquí deberá visitar..

Yup 17 years since Spanish became our official language....it’s kinda growing on me..

Adios.

Empty Room

Empty room..
Gaudy
Big
Gaudy
Haughty
She stands over her precious
Protecting her
Watching over
Windows all around
Not a sound
Faces pressed to the pane
Insane
Intense gazes
Siblings..Grandparents..Principals..Teachers..Rebbeim
Faces..
Presence...
The room..the air
Thick
Unsafe..Unfit
For your little lungs..
Must shield her
Don’t fight..
Don’t fight it..
It worked for your sisters
Shhh Stop.....
Its for your good..
Mommy stop..I can’t breathe
Why are you so difficult..?
Cant you see I’m protecting you..?
Ziesskeit..
Look at this air..
Stop..
Just a little more...
shhh
All those eyes..
Thru the dusty air..
struggling
Mommy...stop...you’re hurting me..
YOU’re sMOTHERing me...
Shhhh...stop
Shhh..
Anxiously..oh Hashem....
Pinning her...
please just a few more minutes
Years
Mom STOP
I Can’t FUCKING Breathe





Gasp



The eyes disappear
One by one..
Shaking their heads..
Leaving
Smudge marks on the pane
The pain
Exhausted..





Just go




In disgust...