Poetry - Daniel Bollag

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A collection of poetry from 14-41 years old

Daniel Bollag

Chasing paper publications

California

Planet Earth

2009

Artists Edition print

ISBN 978-0-578-01440-1

Chasing paper publications

4475 Meadowlark lane

Santa Barbara California 93105

Printed in the United States of America

May 2009

FIRST EDITION ARTIST PRINT - 2009

Thank you to everyone in helping me with this book. Thank you for taking the time to read these pages. They are only opinions, feelings and reflections. They are not real except to me and now, maybe to you. It really has been a long road to this point. I started writing when I was 10 or 11 years old. I am happy to have kept every scratch of paper and every napkin I ever wrote on. About 90% of the poems survived. Most of these poems have not been revised from their original flow. Nothing has been censored. I love you for just opening the book. I dedicate this book of poetry to my wife and 3 beautiful children. I would also like to thank my father and mother .

Love

Daniel Bollag

Beware this book may contain rhymes!

god and politics

i am a Jew

Neither more nor less than you

We were slaves too

Our women raped by the Romans

Our leader crucified in our home land

There is too much blood on everyone’s hands

Innocent families dragged from their homes

Someone sets fire to everything you own

People stuffed like animals into cattle cars

Generations to be left with the battle scars

Somewhere showers reign vile, deadly gas on naked beautiful

bodies

Somewhere they march silently into those showers

to get clean and redeem some dignity.

Somewhere sons and daughters

are slaughtered

Their blood soaks through their mother’s hands

Somewhere that grieving mother is held down

ripped into and sodomized by the man

Somewhere her bones will be used as lamp stands

Somewhere science has full compliance

of the present regime that allows a man

to become an amputee in order to see

how long it will take him to bleed to death.

Somewhere millions of people are learning

to come to terms with taking their last breath

Their flesh used for soap

Somewhere a proud people still do not lose hope

…..

i am the presence before the storm

i am a tornado trying to contain it’s form

i am the wave as it breaks to a calm

i am the split moment before the dawn

i am to this Earth, born

i am to myself, torn

i am no man’s pawn

i am the essence of what i understand

i am no sacrificial lamb

i am a people you call Jew

i am like an atom split in two

i am you, man

……

Like 6,000,000

Like all the new orphans

Like the absence of coffins

They came for the Jews

Now they are coming for you

They are coming for everyone

911

…..

American addiction

Oil is blood

Blood is oil

Watch close as the snake begins to coil.

Our greatest enemy is the messiah

Pick a messiah any messiah

The Jews, the Christians and the Muslims have one

Someone is wrong

Oil is blood

Blood is oil

We gather the fruit, only to watch it spoil

We would rather take our guns and shoot then retire

We set fires

where there is calm

We need a race for compassion

not an arms race for bombs

We need to be strong

Someone is wrong

Oil is blood

Blood is oil

We live 80 years, we work and we toil

We waste our lives on money, power or trying to survive

There is no man who is the last man to get out alive

We are all in this together

We must weather the storm

We waste our energy on fighting for the corpse of the extinct

We pace our humanity so fast, no one even has time to think

……

Bosnia

What is the cost?

How many lives must be lost

before we give the gift of labeling mass murder a holocaust?

I guess the world will never learn from their mistakes

I guess the world leaders can sleep at night and be fake

I guess as a Jew I shouldn’t care about babies boiled in hot oil

in front of their mothers

I guess it’s irrelevant that similar others killed 6,000,000

of my brothers.

I guess starvation, genocide and ethnic cleansing doesn’t matter

I guess the only important thing is whether Yeltsin and Clinton get fatter

I suppose if a tree falls in the forest but no one hears it, then

it’s not a sin

I suppose that if we ignore murder it doesn’t matter if humans die; men

women and children

How can we do this my friend?

How can we repeat history once again?

How can we sit somber sipping cappuccino

While holes are drilled in live mothers

While their babies are posted on the tips of the drills

While the child’s blood spills onto the still live mother

We should all be ashamed!

We remain, in our silent sadistic superior cities

while men women and children must endure these atrocities

Need I remind you

that they will come for you too

and then what are you going to do…

…..

It’s not about

speaking the same language

It is about sharing the

same anguish

…..

Our flag drenched in kerosene

flies bleeding fire and dreams

A river of flames flow freely

in the July 4^th breeze.

Stars rain, exploding above our heads.

We bury the last dove fore she is presumed dead:

Her blood is red

Her wings white

and her eyes, her

eyes are

blue

…..

America,

the political policy of stopping ethnic cleansing

when it becomes inconvenient, is obscene

To most of us genocide as a real and on going thing

is still just a far off bad dream

…..

America I’ve seen your silent sacred wars

I live by your impotent laws

I saw,

I saw the blood of my brothers and sisters drip from your claws

……

America

your children will not inherit you

Too much blood on your hands

Land,

of the free home of the slave

what is it you crave?

America you are over 400 years old

and you still can’t behave

…..

America

it has been many lifetimes

since I’ve seen a pure native American around

And I believe the worst has happened

without anybody making a sound

AMERICA I RESIST WITHOUT A RAISED FIST

…..

We must first find god’s clit

before we can suck on it

…..

The bible, the torah and the holy Koran

These are all Books written by man

The bible, the torah and the holy Koran

These are all Books written by man

…..

The bible, The torah The holy koran, these are just books written by Obsessive Compulsive men

These men would hate what lies within their own grave

If they only knew about their books and how they made us all slaves

…..

The bible the torah the holy Koran

These are all books written by man

Paper and ink

They rape us to make us think

we are at the brink

…..

We stand on the shoulders of giants

We stand on the shoulders of an ostrich

With our heads buried in the sand

We are man

…..

bible is liable

…..

If you wish to watch me bleed, at least watch me

I too have needs

…..

Humanity hides under a rock

bent over backward trying to suck it’s own cock

…..

Isn’t it odd

You pray to god

Machine gun in hand

Listening to your I Pod

I don’t understand

…..

Humanity

Sheep asleep in a deep state of sanity

…..

2 roads diverged in the woods

I took this one

I have a daughter and 2 sons

…..

Even a quiet revolution is indeed a revolution

What comes first the revolution or the solution

How do we induce evolution at a faster pace

How can we change

when we don’t recognize the eyes on our own face?

How can mankind save the human race

…..

Politics and religion are about getting

your market share

of fear

…..

Organized religion kills with such ease

Religion is a disease

…..

How many children will be martyrs

How many souls must be slaughtered

…..

Osama dropped a bomb on a

building

Bin Laden

killed women and children

So in this America we are behind you

But for all your sins America we will remind you

…..

10 little Indians decide not to be

10 little Indians ask god to be free

Being a martyr, I find it much harder to live sometimes

.….

We live we die

We are given wings

We are not given the chance to learn how to fly

…..

The men who brought down

the twin towers

were cowards

They had no power

only a shameful final hour

They have no legacy

With blood on their arms legs and knees

they bow before god

How incredibly odd

…..

I climb the vine

I call my spine

I peel the rind

from the fruit of my mind

…..

It is legal here

It is legal there

But not in between

Don’t cross the imaginary line no matter what!

..…

We are in a state of war

How many days must pass

before we are ready to ask,

will there be more?

How can we ignore the signs

The terrorists brought the battle to our shore

They raped us of our peace of mind

They left us feeling deaf dumb and blind

I will never understand the strange ways of god or man

But like a grain of sand I am a part of this land

…..

I am fragile and I am weak

I’m scared, I’m scared for my wife

I am scared for my two children

I am scared for my life

because I am a child

It is time I looked in the mirror

Somehow collectively I have also been breeding this awful hate

that we have seen of late

…..

We still have the right to our peace of mind

We still have the pleasure we can find

in each other, in our lovers, mothers, father and brothers

We will recover

There is no other choice

There can be no other voice

…..

I don’t know if you knew

Jesus was a Jew

……

I am a man

not a sacrificial lamb

I do not understand

the ways of God or

man

…..

Entrenched in circles

I am a mercury poisoned Hercules

…..

Only a coward would not step up

against the current powers

Only a coward would not step up

in this most desperate and crucial hour

…..

I do not understand the ways of God or man,

I am puzzled by the dark ages

All the blood and torture

summarized in a couple of pages

In a history book written by the biggest crooks

…..

There was God in the Garden

I saw the crack of

her ass and my

dick began

to harden

…..

Prophets trying to make a profit

Prophecies self-created on bodies mutilated

Brother can you spare a dime

Lover may I have a little peace of mind

Prophets trying to make a profit

Prophecies self-created on bodies mutilated

Stolen souls like commodities sold

So much trouble created

by little hungry people with appetites that cannot be fed

People who have no idea in what deep waters they tread

Brother can you spare a dime

Lover may I have a little peace of mind

…..

They say this is all random

Humanity in fear of the Apocalypse stands dumb

…..

I know the world is mad at Jewish people

I know it is because so many people are suffering

Everybody is trying to get a little something for themselves

I for one as a Jew feel totally connected with you

I know that if one man is without then I do not have

I know if one man is starving then so am I

I do not want any more humans to die

not white, black, Jew or anybody else from Palestine

It is time we open up our mind

…..

Mannequin, Man a kin to what?

Refusing to ride the treadmill except for 8 hours a day

For the rest I will find a way

I believe that the messiah is here today

I believe that we can find a way

The Earth is the place of my birth

The soil is the sound of my soul

Like fruit spoiled on the ground

I have found the whole

How do I fill it

Should I take another hit

I’m sick of that shit

Maybe it’s time to do my bit

…..

6,000,000

brothers killed

much too much blood spilled

Never Again

The end

……

God come Home - 1983

How long have we all strayed from home

How long I have waited while my self cries happiness

How many times have I stated happiness

in a camouflage of insecurity

in a position of the world made around me

How can the eagle soar

How can the bold lion roar in omniscient ignorance

While I must suffer the blessing of God’s given human intellect

Could it be that we are truly made in God’s image

Is then God also in search of his home

Has he as well strayed so far

from his inalienable right to his soul

Is this true in truth

Is this living in a pure sense

What a pity that we are all so lost

What a pity that we have all strayed so far from home

…..

Don’t interpret my thoughts unless you have a dictionary to my mind

…..

I find

that to live in one’s own mind

can be like being blind

I find that too much time

is spent on trying to survive

Not enough on being alive

…..

Dead flowers stem from a seed

Who will lead?

Messiah I’m waiting, anticipating, masturbating

over when you will finally come

Liar, my faith is fading no ones aiding

Just Jehovah Witness persuading

Spanish inquisition, 1492

Because he was a Jew

Zaidi where are you?

….

God divvies it out in portions

Things turn out to be seen in distortion

You are told if you want more it is a sin

There are hidden passages

everywhere we turn

The only question is can we possibly, maybe Learn?

…..

I am without cosmic reverence

I have seen many, many

flying giant pink elephants

I am a man

so it seems with range

I am not diametrically opposed

to change

I try to have a fair exchange

I even rearrange

when it’s necessary

I try not to eat the poison berry

until it is very very ripe

Sometimes my body feels a little

too tight.

Sometimes my soul begins to

get light

Sometimes I take flight

…..

Only the torso of God remains

after science has severed its

arms and legs.

Now what remains is an empty shell

A brief shadow of

an answer that we all believed in when we feared going to hell

…..

Paris

Cigarettes dog shit dessert espresso and baguettes

Every day we work our way out of indentured debt

Every day I try to learn to forget

……

There are continents that need to be levitated.

There are billions of minds that need to be elevated

How long have we waited

The gate is still shut

This hypocrisy that we call democracy is still corrupt and fucked up

…..

There are religious implications

and celestial collisions

All in all they hurt

With mirrored shoes I looked up God’s skirt

I found no breasts no pussy either, only dirt

The milk had run dry

All the people just wanted a new lie or a new way to get high,

I did not.

…..

What are the repercussions for touching

the button?

…..

Will my big white ass protect me when

the walls come tumbling down

When Humpty Dumpty fell, did he make a sound?

Who now will wear his crown?

…..

When the years have gone by

and the numbers are not

whole or thought to have

some significance where a biblical prophecy will unfold

The bullshit will lose its grip hold

When profits stop making profit on the dance

We will all have a chance

…..

America’s policy is

whatever does not effect commerce

does not affect or harm us

…..

Israel is real

…..

Today I woke up with the world balancing on my shoulders

Today I woke up to find things had gotten just a little colder

Today I found out my wings were fake and were not made to fly

Today I realized it is never too late to realize all my schooling is a lie

…..

6 billion

6 billion feelings to consider

Will humanity weather this winter

of our own disconnect?

If we are not alone

will we still be cold and wet?

Will we agree to never be free?

We alone are magic

We along are the cause of

our own tragic

consequence

This is truly the hour of humanity’s discontent

If we survive this extinction level event,

maybe we can finally connect

…..

You fucking liars!

We are in the generation of the messiah

The messiah is you and I.

They say it’s already over.

They say we are a part of Armageddon

That’s depends on us, man

Out of the rubble scratching his stubble

…..

What is going on

1/3 of my people gone

1/3 of your biblical ancestry gone

What have we done

You say you are a friend

What have you done

to see that it never happens again

……

Unbeknownst to me

I have spent much of my time

sitting around a square tree

With all the concerns of the

world on my shoulders

Dying to hold her

I sold her last night

to the gypsies

I hope God skips me

Now the angels whip me

While Neptune slowly sips the

fucking sea

Where will I bathe now?

Where is my Tao?

…..

I cannot explain the turmoil in the sky

Nor the stars in the heavens

Nor why the angels want to cry

when they were born to sing

If Love should conquer

will I then sing?

…..

Mistaken identity

I do as an entity

Realized dreams

or just confused emotions

Like waves

in the ocean

The moment it breaks

is the only real

…..

Chest breathing

Ancestors healing

Life times

Like spirals of centuries bound

Like my hands that are raw

from my ancestors

digging in the ground

…..

There are many forests without trees

There are many but we are not in need

There is no seed

There seems to only be self motivated greed

…..

I pledge a legion to the gag and to the divided states of America

and to the republicans for which it stands

One nation with hypocrisy and just is for all

…..

May I sit

upon your

gaudy golden glamorous throne

May I taste the bittersweet blood that drips from your tender thorns

May I wed your wicked wife whilst she mourns

May I feed on the fetus of your first born

May I love you

America?

…..

The world is becoming a ghetto

Evil has grabbed humanity

by their vanity and will not let go

…..

Fuck you, you go to war

I will stay home with the woman and children

Fuck you, you go to war

I will mind the store

I will sweep the floor

2+2 often seem to add up to 4

Though the allure of being poor

seems to be pure assurance of being inside your…

…..

Naked with my thoughts I am left to dream

Hidden in the deepest reaches of my mind

I find there are still many reasons to scream

…..

I am an island tied into every branch

I will leave nothing to chance

Every time they slaughter the innocent

I am also in it

When one of us dies one must rise

I find nothing

Nothing but worthless king

You are a failure

You are no savior

You are like a bird unable to land

You are not a man

You are Bin Ladin

You are pure sin

Souls missing something

Children

Such a sick sick sin

Where do we begin?

We begin with remembering

…..

Justice just is

Locked out of heaven by my own accord

Though vengeance is not mine

I die by my own sword

laughter is just a sign of the times

…..

Flag gag

…..

For the love of god

For the hate of a hollow soul

For all the unrecognized pain

Beauty is no sin

The holy war is within

…..

Zionist

Pacifist kicking it

Without a raised fist

…..

Lost forever

like my many spiraling ancestors

wound up from centuries of slavery and salvation

Lost forever

like all the flowers dancing in the reign

Lost like a child

I remain

drowning in the kings crown

……

So many schools

So many rules

So many unused tools

So many stubborn mules

playing the fool

…..

Woman weeping

Satan sleeping

Cities swallow

Friends follow

wallowing in their hollow greed

Who will lead

in a time where our children bleed?

…..

Life has no plot

We live we suffer and then we rot

What is the meaning of a dot

connected to no one?

A man who’s father bred no son

…..

Feed the children and they will be

Seed the wilting sin and guilt

shall set you free

…..

There is a call

for us to no longer stall

In Iraq the bodies

are stacked to the wall

Submitted: November 06, 2009

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Mistress of Word Play

Okay I think this was really good. It took awhile to read them all, but I did it! You have a rather dry ironic sense about you. You made some excellent points and did it with a great flow and rhythm. I give you an I like it for all of it and say well done. Susan

Fri, November 6th, 2009 9:12pm