Evergreen Mother

Despite all our waste,
despite all our noise,
despite all our plastic
bottles and toys.

Despite our pollution,
despite toxic fumes,
despite all the minerals
we burn and consume.

Despite all our fighting,
despite all our wars,
despite all the pain
that nature endures.

Despite deforestation,
despite radiation,
despite the extinction
of her creation…

The evergreen planet
still provides and protects,
and sustains us with everything.
Lest we forget.

Yom Kippur, 2019

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tree

Singing the Unseen

And so I tread along this path to reach a higher ground,
I see my old path below and dare not make a sound.
To climb this rocky hill, I’ll take a stick with me,
yes, I must find a broken branch from a trusty tree.
Upon the hilltop I’ll see mountains white and meadows green,
and all my thoughts and dreams shall remain unseen.
For unseen this life must be on this misty mountainside,
amongst a million other souls the spirit must reside.

And why does the unrelenting sun always wear a smile?
He knows that I’ll be gone in just a little while.
For life is short, yet my deeds make ripples in the sea.
The tides of time wash over all things eventually.
And if we are born again or if we are heaven sent,
our days are more precious than all the money spent.
For they say time is money but money can’t buy time,
sometimes words of wisdom confuse like words of rhyme.

Words are all I have to give unto this world of mine,
I hope the words I give you will always treat you kind.
I hope the words I give you will be of a loving kind.

Dan Savery Raz, December 2018

Cosmic Poems

The Theory of Nothing
(or ‘Black Whole Sun’)

We are bones, made of stone,
we are multi-million year-old particles.
We are protons and neutrons,
atoms pulsating life.

We are nature, born wild,
we are organic, we were once seeds,
we grow in eggs,
we orbit the sun.

We are buds, we are saplings,
like the grass,
daisies and poppies, climbing
up from the earth.

Are we advanced biological systems,
miracles of rational science,
chemicals with consciousness
and electric brain waves?

We are visionary creators,
we colonise space and decipher the universe,
We are hunters, we are killers,
we are destroyers of worlds.

We are gods, we are god-like,
we are God. We are giants
walking on a tiny spec of dust,
gravitating towards the black hole.

We are lonely, reaching out to the stars.
When we die, we are nameless.
Yet, some minds travel faster
than the speed of light.


April 2018, in response to Stephen Hawking’s Brief History of Time

 

Humanoid XII

Homo sapien, homo erectus, homo sexual.
Mankind, humankind, human kindness.
Humanity, profanity, insanity, longevity.
Neanderthal man, aboriginal man, native man, modern man.
Woman, womankind, kind woman, womb man.
Mankind, childlike man, child of God.
God the father, the sun, the moon, the holy spirit.
The force, the energy that binds, between the lines,
of brain cells, the cosmic power, the evolutionary cycles.
Mind over matter, matter of fact, scientific proof,
science versus the soul, the rebirth of man, the recovery of spirit.
The collective mind, collective consciousness, collective human intelligence.
Beyond human knowledge, beyond comprehension, beyond everything.

Cave in the Cosmos

I once knew a friend, a cowboy of the cosmos,
who spoke of freedom, a path not travelled.
He went to the Peruvian jungle to confront his demons,
or something.
In hallucinogenic dreams he wandered, fighting darkness,
with the force of light, the kind of light that shines from words
hidden deep within the belly of the soul.
He travelled deeper and deeper inwards until he reached a cave.
Inside the cave he saw a candle shining, a yellowy, dreamy light
that called him closer, drawing him deeper into
the darkness, into danger, until he could almost touch
its flame, though he dared not extinguish its luminous power.
The candle flickered, almost conscious of his nervousness,
as he too felt its gentle energy.
Then all of a sudden it was daylight everywhere.
Green fields, bluest oceans and colourful birds nesting
in tall, fruitful trees. The day had once again won.
Though my friend now knew the cave’s secret –
that darkness and daylight were coexisting,
interdependent forces from the same one source.

September 2018, after visiting the Natural History Museum

The Qwerty Man

Qwerty Man temp cover

New dystopian satire novel set in future, where all digital words are traded.

(Published by 1984 Books, Oct 2017)

Now available on Amazon as eBook or paperback.

Type. Swipe. Don’t believe the hype.

“If words were the new currency, then Qwertex was the Royal Mint
and God was the jewel in the crown.”

“Oh no, not me, we never lost control.
You’re face to face with the man who sold the world.”
‘The Man Who Sold the World”, David Bowie

And so in December 2034 the word ‘God’ is released for sale.

In the not-so-distant future, every word typed, swiped, copied or pasted on any device has a price. This is the world created by Zach Webman, CEO and founder of Qwertex – the global marketplace of words and successor to the internet.

When Qwertex releases the rights of ‘God’ for auction, the sale of this multi-billion dollar PKW (Premium Keyword) kicks off a bitter bidding war. The Saudi Prince Abdullah IV, US President Jimmy Chang, Pope Luke Johnson and media mogul Michael Mendelsohn will do whatever it takes to win ‘God’.

In the month leading up to the live ‘SuperBid’ finale in Hollywood, Zach discovers his wife, Chloe, his PA, Mariana, and his only son, Ben, have betrayed him. All this is set against the turmoil of rising anti-Qwertex protests and global terrorist attacks. God only knows what Zach – the man who sold the word – will do.

What they said about The QWERTY MAN

“Like :)”
#Mark Zuckerberg

“A Godforsaken book that might just save humanity from technology.”
#Pope Francis

“Making people pay for words is not a bad thing. No-one reads better than me.”
#Donald Trump

ebook: https://www.amazon.com/Qwerty-Man-Type-Swipe-believe-ebook/dp/B076Q6G4FZ

Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/QWERTY-MAN-Type-Swipe-believe/dp/1549774948

Dan Savery Raz is a Lonely Planet author based in Tel Aviv. The Qwerty Man is his debut novel. For more, see, http://www.danscribe.com

Copyright © 2017 by Dan Savery Raz
Published by 1984 Books.
http://www.1984-books.com