נפתלי פרימור, שירתי

Love Will Come

I don't know if love will come tomorrow.
That tomorrow might never be mine.
For that tomorrow I shall spend my life.
I refuse to say that will never come.
Only death certainly comes
No need to find it.
Love must have its partner
It can't withstand alone
It could be a human or a vision
It's for you to hold on to it
Love will come.

April 30, 2011 …

Blackbird White Bird

No matter how black you are
You're not all black
No matter how white you are
You're not all white
The white in your beak
Can grow
The black in your beak
Can grow
It can spread
It can make all of you
Now you are.

September 9, 2011…

Poets Are People

I'm running over an ABC list of famous poets.
Thousands of names
Hundreds of figures
It's a lottery
A gamble
I hit a picture.
Found nothing but words, loosely connected
Random.
Can't find a meaning
Nor a feeling.
I go back to the list
Lucky to win.
Loosing my time
Poets are people.

April 23, 2011…

It Is Not Me

It's the age
It's not me.
I could be more polite to you
Singing with you
Asking: how are you?
You're an object to fulfill my drive
That's in my head when I see you.
It's the age
It's not me.
If I only could have met you ten years ago
Or twenty years from today.
It's an age
I can't take you in,
Separate from your age.
It's not me
It's the age.

April 23, 2011…

Things Have A Heart

No way for me to feel the heart beat of the ground,
Of the rock,
Of the glass,
Of passing time.
Of the object that don't resemble any of me.
No similarity to anything I consider to be related.
But they are.
Things are changing over time.
They're born, their existence is clearly visible
They will pass away,
They will change to a different form.
Thinks have a heart.
Some people don't.

April 23, 2011…

No Risk

It's known that the atmosphere
Is a layer close to the ground
A thin layer.
To avoid suffocation
I bend down on my knees
Stretching my neck I secure my breath.
That's how I feel safe.
Taking no risk
But it brings me close to a grave.

April 23, 2011…

Words vs. Feelings

I'm stretched between words and feelings.
There is no good vocabulary to create a feeling.
Native Americans had a language of sacred words
That gave them a spiritual feeling.
But they're badly defiled
And those words lost any meaning.
I'm left with words that make perfect sense
They're correctly spelled.
But with no feeling.

April 23, 2011…

Make Money and Go

When you don't understand
Your closest friend
When your wife looks at you
As a stranger
Either you're very ill
Or need to run away
Each of us feels that way
The super fast communication
Is out of reach of people
We're left alone
No one to love
No friends to talk to
But make money and go.

September 9, 2011…

Come Close Don't Come

Come close to me
Don't touch don't come
Come close to me
Don't take off your white pains
Stay straight
Come close
Don't touch
I'm the majesty
I stay above sex
Come close, don't come

July 9, 2011…

Hate and Love your Enemy

For many generations Jews and Arabs
Live and die in confrontations.
For justified reason
For no reason.
They will fight
They will be killed
To fulfill the need
To inflict pain on the enemy.
But we're so the same
Sensitive to pain.
Think how much good could be done
from avoiding pain
Stop killings
I would rather escape my faith.
As hatred brings nothing but more pain
I shall become a warrior
Who could love his enemy.

Feb.22, 2016…

It Is you

The sea is powerful
All unpredictable
Changing moods
sucks me down
A feeling of being lost
It lifts me up
Suddenly all smooth
I feel the art of touch
It's not one body
But a thousand arms
It's you

July 7, 2011…

It is You

I'm suspended, out of a job
I'm suspended out of my wife
Away from my kids
Away from my parents and friends
It's always the other
That makes me miserable.
Now I can say:
I'm suspended, out of myself
At this moment I look at myself:
There's plenty to make me a better place to live.
I've got friends
My parents want me
My kids love me
My wife chose me
I've got a job
It's up to me to make me.

June 5, 2011…