THE POEMS OF DANIEL SCHLOSSBERG


Daniel Schlossberg, a lifelong Clevelander, is still finding his path in life in life at 49 years old. Also known as Ephraim Gedalia, or EGADS, for short, Daniel is Orthodox, and his interests are study of Talmud and Chassidus, philosophy and science, literature, classical music and time travel. He still has yet to master the last item, but he's pretty sure he belongs to another era.
AUTUMN VOICES

As the summer turns to
Autumn
And the Autumn turns to
Gold
I hear the voices hearken
Solemn
To turn back the clock
We sold;
And as the past brings memories
To redeem
So do the leaves now play
On the ground;
As I cradle the voices it
Does seem
The voices now sing without
A sound.


REDUX: OR THE END IS
WEDGED IN THE BEGINNING

What holds for the
Future
It shan´t be long to
Be known
But a stitch in time
To Suture
A longing memory since
It´s flown
Oh to taste it in its present
Like Vinegar
Or to take it from its past
Like wine
How the future may make it
Regretter.
Or better, so we may remember
How fine.


SNOWBIRD DRIFTING

Winter storms
Lead to footpaths
In the aftermath;
They stop the day
But become a sight;
Where do they all
Lead to?
Questions about mortality,
Heavy thoughts about snowflakes,
And the peacefulness of the night.

In deep thought
Watching through the window
Adults shoveling,
Children playing
In the snow;
What does it all mean?
Chilling sensation,
This heavy thought
About a snowflake
And its superhuman ability
To bring life to a slow.

A day of snow falling
To the ground
Makes a soul search
For the many avenues that
Life can traverse dreamily;
Have you ever heard
Of a snowbird?
Watch, he´s the one
Who gets lost in the snow
And flies away in reverie.

FANTASY IN STEREO

Dreams come easily
As do the sounds from
My radio.
Facing the reality
Is rocking the stability
Of ideological dreams.

Two ends rendezvous
At some
        Random point
Like lovers seeking
their fulfillment
        In the dark

Tornadoes come and go
And trains take longer
But the band plays too slow.   
                        Are they there?
Forging teenage dreams
out of reckless abandon
and
they tell me to live for today
but do I exist?
I am not sure if

I am here

Or not.

I shall play the music to find
if I exist…exist….move….exist…move….exist….

Walking through a groove,
A tunnel of mist
I came upon a frog
Who wished to be a prince
I kissed him
And he vanished.

Snow covered walls
Was death´s ugly reminder
That I am but mortal
So I lay down the grinder-
Do I exist?
Do I exist?

I saw a little girl
As I fell through a hole
She sat there smiling
Eating fruit from a bowl
I kissed her
And she vanished

American girls love
Rock stars and wine
I´m running in circles
For a piece of the pie-
Do I exist?
Do I exist?

Life is an hallucination
The world is a dream
Fantasy is reality
When you make your own scene
Wake me when the record stops….stops…stops…stops…


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