Snippets By Jonathan Berman

September 21, 2015

Those with voices must be the voice for the voiceless, and thus be the rain for the flowers now looking down with pain, who just want to live and love again.

September 1, 2015

The artist looks up to inspiration, for that which is painted in the life he sees when he looks down.

August 25, 2015

Where may sow sorrow in soil deep, compassion grows to the flowers that lay still as sleep...

August 5, 2015

I don't need God to believe in love, though it would be a comfort to have him there.

Death be not kind, no hope to rewind, eternity is now and can't be mine.

We grow because of this ancient design, this cosmos that seems not to care.

I don't need praise or punishment, to understand what is right, I am the day and the longest night.

Life be so kind, no need to rewind, eternity is now and is ever mine.

We grow because of this ancient design, this cosmos that needs no repair.