Her smile
By Yair Hoenig

I saw eternity in a spit drop.
Fell slowly on my dark day,
It was only today.

How does my spirit lives?
As a single candle breathe in time
As if it was his design and memory.

She was so small, the bird,
Green her beak was,
Her spit recovered every moment of her life
and so did eternity.
She had short life,
yet eternity came and went as love in life.

The spit fell on my hand
Before I hit my child.
With that brutal hand,
Life had begun.

Eternity showed me what I am, and what I should be.
I saw the sea freeze and wave, freeze and wave again.
In a sound of sharp whistle, as stab in the heart,
I saw mankind,
what a breed…
It was my pleasure.

Eternity didn’t last forever.

In this very single spit
Of endless sun shines and downfalls,
Mistakes and lessons,
Love and death,
Right now, I put my hand on my daughter’s head.
The only life I contribute to this fragile moment in time is hers.

She looks at me with her youthful eyes,
Brown as honey she gazes at me,
and I say:
“You are the wings,
you can be the wind,
you provide the rule upon we are living by.”

But time has forgotten…

As innocent as can be,
She showed me the reason for me to live,
and there it was,
Brighter than eternity,
Her smile.

Kings
By Yair Hoenig

They all gathered around the fray,
He is bleeding, Smart man says.
The sun struck his face
Instead of raising his heavy body up
He fell on the ground
With his face smelling the dirt and the sweat of hundred thousands country man.
The dogs stopped barking,
The shadow, the mist, the fog,
The blur sharpened the view of the blue,
Which today is brighter than ever.
Only the ground painted in the colors of the sun.
Bleeding like dying heart,
As haze and gaze of mortality.
As he landed on the ground a stork seen from a distance.
Waving her wings as if it’s the only thing that she have left in her poor little life.
And I, I am just a boy.
My father has landed on the ground
I can see his spirit swinging through the air like smoke
Looking for a place to sit.
This fray has last an hour.
Some would die in hell and some would live here.
If you are asking me
I would rather die in hell.
Kings they call them selves.
Who gave them this right?
Only the air deserves my kneel
Every young cavalier could stand and say ‘I am a king’.
Common men, like my father, would believe and die.
I am the voice of a bird that had lost her way home.
I shall go to hell now, to tell this story to the angel of death.
He would come here and judge you all.
The same fashion you judge one another.
Narrow eye and pointy fist, you are living in a lie and behaving like beasts.
When the gun is lauded in your hand,
Kings you are not,
But cowards and pigs.

אלך אחריך | יאיר הניג

פתאום הייתי לילד
עם קץ חלומי
אישה לא הייתה בחיכי
רק אותי אהבתי
בבדידותי

צליל הכינור של בטהובן
קשר אותי ואת חלומי
מה שהיה סוד בנפשי
הפך פתאום
לזכרוני

הייתי לילד
ונשארתי בו
ובי הייתי
בו בי בו
בו בי בו

מי היא
ומה לא
היא לא אימי
או כלתו של אחר
היכן ישנה אישה כזו
אני ילד שיצא מן
הבאר

באר אשליה חשוך
הייתי ילד בגוף אחר
אהבתי את בדידותי
בחלומי
זהו זמן להתעורר

בואי אלי
הראי לי דרכך
אלך אחריך ונשארתי
כי בי הייתי
בו בי בו
בו בי בו

מחכה | יאיר הניג

כל ילד מחכה
שאבא שלו
ירפא את הזמן
וירחיקו מן
המיתולוגיות
בעיתה של האהבה
ממרומי הדממה
משתוממים קולות העולם
לכבודך
ילד.

אני עיגול | יאיר הניג

אני עיגול
חוזר אל דלת
אני הים
כשהשמש יורדת
אני השקט
שבואדי
אני מציאות
טרושה כסלע
אני הריח של
עלים שמחים
אני נפתח
כמו הסתיו
אני הצליל של
כוכב נופל
אני האור
אני אשיש
אני הגוף
שאינו נראה
כמו צל
אני עיגול
חוזר אל דלת
אני המקום
אני צחוקו
של אל
אני קו הים
אני האבא
של ה-
ע ו ל ם

City Boy
By Yair Hoenig

If it is a dream, how is it possible that I am engulfed in horror?
The main existence of a dream is that it’s part of a fantasy that lives in me
Like the sound of my thoughts
What I felt the day I was born is flourishing in me like
Butterflies in the wind
And is screaming
Letmeout
Let me out
Let - me - out

In the dream, I am cuddling with a pink fuzzy leaf
On muddy ground
I smell the misty air full of wisdom and ancient myth
I touch with my fragile fingers
While I spread my wings like a new born bird
I am touching everything around me in childish oddity.
Wondering
Thrilled
Driven to feast the air
As an apple in paradise

I kiss a rose and wave goodbye
The sky above reflects the spirit of this immaculate balance
Of love within life
In the dream I feel complete
I feel strong and gathered
I am flying away

Then,
Noises of city traffic, I hear
And I start falling
I am falling to a bottomless reach
When I land,
I am at the same place I was
Like a déjà vu in hell

Atrocity surfaces
Smoke starts coming out of my hands like sweat,
And the smell of my burning flesh drives me insane
I hear a door slam behind me as if life
Has left me in my shadow

A dark light shadows brightly on my wanting to be
I look at my body, and my wings are
Gone
All my feathers are on the floor
Gazing at me in blame
They are looking and wishing that I will pick them up and fly with them
Throughout the smoke to a place full of life

I am reaching for them as if they where kids in a fire
I count them one-by-one with individual love
I hold them close my chest,
Next to the pound of my heart
Like a mother and her first son

I look at the dark light
I can see myself reaching through the smoke
I recoil
And drop my feathers

Grandpa once told me
How he saw five hundred babies gathering around in a gas shower
As my feathers are falling on the ground they cry in pain
They are so far for me to reach
And the smoke is weakening my strength
So I look up,
I spread my naked wings and whisper in tears
Let me out.

I walk back
By Yair Hoenig

A voice pulled my heart down to Earth
He said 'It’s time for you to leave because I don’t have
Any remnants from what I was or what I should have been.'
Both my hands held each side of my heart and tore it in two,
Two moments in time,
Past and future.
What has led me to an unknown mystification has become an earth without earth,
As if everything that was there mortified life
At the other side of my heart stood resolute the future.
“History repeats itself “he said,
But the four billion population
Concealed themselves in a poisoned lockdown of fear from knowledge and acknowledgment.
Sons of gods they say…
The grip of self concern as if it was exhumed from a holy particle.
The future shrugged its shoulders and looked back.
What is this swirl of man doing?
They slave themselves for hideous sick.
Eminent declaration on one who holds more death.
Nausea hit the future
As if urine had gone up all the way into his throat.
'No one is happy at his share' he hissed
The foundation of love on a barren kiss.
Pendent on his fate, as wind to its direction,
Decided the future to turn himself up-side-down.
He let man go back as they are advancing in time,
While they slide down the valley of Earth and what is human.
A voice pulled my heart down to Earth
And said 'It’s time for you to go now,
Back on your feet, walk towards your past
And keep on going until you won’t speak but feel.'
And set the future back on its past.

אהבה לאור יום | יאיר הניג

נדלקה השמש
מצמצה לרגע
ובהקה כאלף מיטות

ברוך אמת מנומנם
שלחה מבטה
ופשטה את עורי
מדמותי השולית

עמדנו גלמודים,
עטופים סדין אדום
על-יד עץ מזכוכית
בכינו
יצרנו חיים.

תפילה | יאיר הניג

כיצד מרימים גרגר של חול
ומחזרים אותו
אל אותו המקום

היא צורחת
בכל כוח אדמתה
היא בוכה
על ימים של משיח
לא בא

כיצד מברכים
שעה רחוקה
כשבאופק
היא איננה

מה, חברה?
ומי אימא
שתיהן נאנסו באור
לא נר

כיצד מרימים גרגר של חול
ומחזירים אותו
הביתה
מחוף אחר

מה היה בלב ליבה של אם אימא,
היסטוריה.
מה היא ומי היתה
כשכתוב נכתבה לטובת
כותבה

כיצד מרימים גרגיר שיכור
בעודו זרוק
על חוץ מודרני
במפרץ דם של
גבול אויב

היא צורחת
היא בורחת
חברה עקומה

היא רותחת
היא פצועה
היא בורחת
אין לה שיר בחוף ליבה

היא שומעת
היא יודעת
בפותחה עוד פצע
משכבר ימים עברו
מעודה שמעה
תפילה

Those Present Eyes / Yair Hoenig

Those preset eyes
Seams to get a hold of me.
A tide of thoughts and feelings
Rose up high above me,
So I can’t longer see.

I felt like a golden fish
in the heart of that storm
I Jump above the water
I Jump above my keen.

As one wave rupture open-heated upon the water
All lives and errors
Plunged into
Nothing.

Those present eyes
Seams to get a hold of me,
The earth tubed up
And everyone that was down
Could see all that height from above.

Things come around a truth was told
All the plans and all the hopes,
Life seam to get a hold of us
Like the sun upon its ecliptic.

Remorse!
Those present eyes that hold my awe
Shout,
Remorse or apocalypse!
War brings war,
We shall never know
Peace.

Bundled crows | Yair Hoenig

Bundled crows with
Their beaks up were
My mattress of pain where
I sleep and suffer

sighting my dimmed dreams
Leaping down my ugly past
Turning my head
To a path of solace
And equanimity.

A Round Identity / Yair Hoenig

It occurred to me while I screamed my demon out
He left my flaming heart
He left as I stood like in day one
A round Identity,
Untouched, unseen, unheard
I am free

שעת בריאה | יאיר הניג

אורו נסיכים
השכימו את החמה
נמרים בצבע לבן
מביטים לעננים
בעיניים

רוח חלונות
פורצת את ליבנו
חורקת כשקר על ים
אבירים

בנפש אפילית זו
אנחנו אילמים
אורו לבבות כפויי טובה
עורו כנמרים

איתנים,
הסו את האיושה
גאוותנו חרוצה בלב
שטנים

שחפים אנופים
הרימו עוגן
הסערה רגעה!
האמת שוררת על
גלי השתיקה.

זו היא
שעת בריאה.

מציאות / יאיר הניג

כמה מוזר לחלום במבוך של חיים מגושמים
כשאין כל קשר בין עבר לעתיד
וההווה לוחש בפחד
'מה יהיה?'

ההורים התגרשו והחיים הרחיקו
לשפת מדרכה אחרת,
בעיר מטונפת,
במדינה ללא מעצרים
או מולדת.

איפה אשיר שיר מולדת?
איפה אשק לך ארץ יחפה?
איפה אומר כאן את ואני?

אני מתהלך בין רחובות זרים אך מוכרים.
אני נושם אויר
אך ראותי, בלי שובע,
נושקות לדפנות גופי
והלב נחלש.

אנשים סוחבים בעלי חיים מבודדים מן המציאות
ברצועות חנק מרושעות
כמה מוזר להתעורר בעיר אחרת.
כיצד אוכל לחזור בזמן
לימים של משפחה בתל אביב?

מהו חלום שנקרע מן המציאות?
הוא אינו חלום יותר,
כבה כמו נר
ולמציאות אין עוד אור אחר.

איפה אשיר שיר מולדת?
איפה אשק לך ארץ יחפה?
איפה אומר כאן את ואני?

אנשים קטנים בנוף | יאיר הניג

כמו חלום,
כך אני רואה אותם מנצנצים.
הכוכבים רובצים להם
איתנים ונחושים
לבהוק בכוח דם.

אינם הם,
הם אינם פוחדים ממעיין החלומות.
הם חולמים על נצח,
הקייץ אין-נם.

נזרע עץ-זית בעורף חוף.
שלושים שנה
הינם גם נצח,
לאנשים קטנים בנוף.

נזרע העץ
באהבה
נבשר לו את דמעות הגשם
שלעולם לא יגווע.

נתן לו שמש
מעל עלים,
נלך לחפש לו
אנשים נכונים.

בין הדבש והחלב,
נשמור את לילותיו
מעל הענננים,
ובין החלומות
נצמח למרגלות ההרים

הרוח מתנשפת
בין חילופי העונות,
אם רק נסב לכך ליבב
נפרח כולנו
כאנשים נכונים
בנוף.

I live in a blue light
by Yair Hoenig

I live in a blue light,
Yet it doesn’t hurt my eyes.
I saw the sea shines on dolphin’s skin,
He was so soft and always smiling.
I lived among wild waves even when they were silent.
I lived in a cloud for a while he didn’t like it,
He wants to be lightheaded.
I visited familiar eyes,
This guy know he is a ladies Bear,
He fell asleep and I was lonely in his nightmare.
I lived in a mental institution,
No one was crazy there,
It makes sense in this world,
When you show that you care.
I was reflected from a mistress diamond hanging on her jewelry
All I felt around me was foolery.
Fish swam through me and even fell in love.
I see children reaching their hands above
They are praying to the blue light,
Please melt this metal voice.
Babies looking into us, and cry
Because they don’t have a choice
They say their bodies are frozen,
I live in a blue light,
Moving through this naked crowd,
No one moves, no one sings,
Even the dolphins aren’t smiling.
Its cold in the blue light tonight,
I freeze.

Enlightened Fools / Yair Hoenig

O love,
Those fools of great desire omitted you,
But ‘the whole soul of nature’
He who brings us all soothing winds and equality
Makes us all committed to you.

What say thee heart-pounders of the present?
Choose neither to love nature
Or thy fellow-citizen so you call
Friend?
What desire you?

As you spoke to me by that stone so call I home,
All I am and what I was have been left wondering between darkness and despair.
Desire thee not to love those that are able to love you in return
Desire thee not to love fellow citizen whom you share with the world
Yet, My fellow, so call I, friend,
Thee love thy self in such passion and all ghosts above so you call,
Gods.

The worlds of these present souls and thee who fashioned by separated souls
And all our yesterdays have never lighted fools.
Therefore, rejoin I:

So call I ‘whole soul of nature’
Desire I that thy love and all of you fools,
You fellow citizens and all of you, which are fond by pretentious faces,
To join me and see all that man is capable of doing devoid of pride
Let us feel all that we have lost in a past
“Full of sounds and fury.”

Rosh Bamym
By Yair Hoenig

I am flouting,
The clown in me is smiley sad,
Smiling in red.
We all born into a world of fairies,
Born to giggle like babies.
We are all flouting in a way.

My face is in the water when a star carrying me,
Pulling my feet in the speed of light.
“Have some gratitude for yourself, beautiful”
He smiles and giggles, as if that what life means.

How can you live if you haven’t accepted your death?
It’s the stars on the water in a full moon’s night,
It’s in us, in our bright nature.
Where the wind goes, I go,
What speed is, if time has yet to be born?
If you grace fate you can’t expect to live, yet not leave.

It’s funny, I am thinking to myself,
I am the clown of everything that makes sense in life.
I am the protector of my respect
Yet, I can’t appreciate others.

My face is in the water and a kind star carrying me in the speed of light.
I can’t have break from life,
I need too grasp this bright light that caught me like right
And wrong.
I admire laughter, but clown faking it all,
I love nature, but I fall in the gust,
I need you, star
So close and lust,
Everything in between us is just dust.

Like his windy kiss / Yair Hoenig

“Good-Bye” he said to her,
With his last breath, he died.
The wind noticed in him,
“Inanimate”
She thought.

He missed her
And she cried,
She cried only for a sparkled monument.

Then, A solace wind
Touched her frailty
He made love to her, the wind,
He bought all her longings
To be flawless.

She cried,
Therefore,
Her face was windy and cold,
As his breath-full kiss
Winded her.

The sparkled cry last only
An instant,
She would remember
His life as he was,
Happy
And tranquil,
Like his windy kiss.