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Sorry, we’re Closed

Sorry, we’re closed
our voice is heard, angry, closed.
We’re closed to opportunity, running
freely on a track.
Why are you so upset?
Nothing changes standing on your head.
You might as well increase your dexterity
before we open up again.
Think about the better days,
peaceful, lightly windy, dedicated.
Until then sorry, we’re closed.

Written by Zucker

August 9, 2011 at 8:00 AM

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Trees in the Wind

Even the tallest trees
rustle freely in the wind.

Even when the wind dies down,
leaves vibrate memories.

Even when it sounds so peaceful,
silent conversations exist.

Written by Zucker

July 19, 2011 at 9:59 AM

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Keep Dreaming

All you need is a dream
to tell you where the world will be one day.

It’s in your eyes.
It’s in the rhythm you followed as a kid.

Be a kid again, and do what you want to do.

Written by Zucker

June 24, 2011 at 8:29 AM

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Midnight Poem for the Moon

On a warm spring night, up high on the hill,
you can see a great night, filled with stars so bright.
On those nights, another star fills the void.
The moon… the full and true.
The wax and wane shows more than you can imagine,
a feeling, an emotion, a thought and a dream.
Every change it brings a new idea to life.
The moon… the full and true.

Written by Zucker

June 23, 2011 at 12:00 AM

Motivation

Real motivation comes from the desire to do something
for people you care about, and for yourself.
Find a reason to pursue life,
and you will be motivated by it.

Written by Zucker

June 21, 2011 at 8:00 AM

Posted in Poetry, Writing

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Four Tet – “And they all look broken hearted”

A mellow sequence is interrupted
by light strikes upon the drum kit.
My mind is popping in a wild blue convulsion,
and the drums invigorate my inner child,
climaxing in a solo of thirds and cymbals.

Quiet, in the midst of a storm,
lightning meditates in the ethereal,
flowing forever in an echoing trance.

Written by Zucker

June 19, 2011 at 10:20 PM

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The Blind Man

A blind man who travels by way of
sound and stick
may never know the beauty of
paths less traveled.

He may not stray from ways laid down by
form and function
but inside will always yearn for
risks more rewarding.

Written by Zucker

June 13, 2011 at 8:00 AM

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