Snippets By Jonathan Berman

October 4, 2014

[7:57a]

Everything people share, will be shared a million times.
Everything original will be criticized into the grave.
Only the dead know peace.
I think of everything I've written from the heart of me, the thoughts, the songs, and the poetry. It never really meant anything. I've saved lives, I've been compared to writers and musicians I've only dreamed of being like in life... and still, it doesn't mean anything. We cultivate, for the few.

We come up with a thousand point plan to make sense of it all, and it makes sense to us, but that gift perhaps can never be shared, doing so changes it, and reveals it as vulnerable, and the wolves tear it to shreds... before you. searching for the key, the door, that doesn't exist, perhaps it never did.

Perhaps life is rhetorical,

or perhaps just for me it is.

So we start again... and the cycle of insanity

starts to spin.

October 28, 2014

[0:00a]

If I had not seen the sun in a hundred years, and someone said, you may look upon one of two things before you die... the sun or a child's face, I would choose this face. For the sun may warm my body and give me hope for tomorrow... this face warms my soul, and gives me hope forever.

October 26, 2014

[10:39a]

If you can't make lemonade out of the lemons you were given, see what other people are making, you might find your lemons go perfectly with their recipes :)

[10:49a]

One might say that the effort of belief is like flexing muscles to move this world to see beyond it... and so without that effort, how can one see? So, in order to properly test, I would have to actually believe in it, but then I set myself up for seeing what I want to see. Perhaps that is the truth... we must be the architect of our own salvation. What's wrong with seeing what you want to see? If it changes everything? But... our senses are limited... are we even capable of seeing things as they are? Perhaps we can only see things as clearly as we are... but maybe just maybe, that's enough...

October 25, 2014

[2:59a]

All that is a part of me returns to me, and all that is not meant for me, moves through me.

October 13, 2014

[8:10a]

Born to channel and prepare
Neither a cup that waits for filling
Yet casualty soon becomes a stare
A lure for ones left waiting

Morning blossoms in the grey
Like a canvas waits for painting
Sleep like cats keep dawn at bay
Ever listening and meditating

Those who wait grow heavy of chain
That pull them ever under
Wondering what will alight them then
No lightning for their thunder

October 12, 2014

[12:51a]

New life ever springs forth anew from the soil tilled by those who suffer for their work... even if the water it must drink are the tears of our last hope.

[1:18a]

Something to contemplate... before mankind came along... what remarkable creatures lived to extinction, leaving no trace... such beauty that must have existed at one time that we will never know, and such beauty to come long after we're gone... embrace all the beauty you can while you are alive, in loving kindness, for it too has days that are numbered.

October 6, 2014

[9:37p]

Light a candle,
Put a record on,
Light a heart,
When the feeling's gone.

Touch the world that touches you
Looking back, to look around anew
When the silence comes let it stay awhile
Each moment beckons like a distant smile

[9:57p]

You are the plant that music waters...

October 4, 2014

[3:53p]

Water the flower, but don't ask it if it's going to bloom.