About The Author and Artist

Beth "Batyah" Ginzberg is the owner, CEO and founder of "Ginzberg Creative Arts and Writing, Inc." She is a descendant of the Davidic Line of the Mashiach and is an Israelite Hebrew Priestess. Her father was a Levi Hebrew Priest. Ginzberg is an information scientist and an artist and writer. She writes her poetry in honor and memory of her father Emanuel Ginsburg and in honor of and love for her mother Jarie Vavra Granton.


Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Babies, Walking Wombs and Wombats

Red lentil stew and men dressing up as goats. Lentils are purple beans that increase imagination. Red hairy man, hair on neck and back--bowman--game hunter--he liked meat. But was it venison? "My book says it was and my book is older than yours is," he said. But I said: "My book is truer than yours is because it treats all humans with respect." Eat your deer meat and be a dear. The father favored his older son, and the younger was a trickster and even stole his brother's birthright. The brother who was tricked died with a bad reputation--lentils, deer, and birthrights--only if the beans are purple I will buy them. Father, come to me and bless me. "But I cannot see you my son." "Feel my hairy neck." I will just drink hot chicken soup and all will be well.

Hot chicken soup, the elevated soul of a kosher chicken--bawk bawk bawk! Swing it by the neck around 3 times in the air and give it to the poor. The chicken soup was healing. I cut it up with a new knife and used a purified spoon. But still, the vampire was here to usurp my blood. I chased him away with an honest answer that he could use to save his life. He was thankful and put his forked tail between his legs and ran.

Drinking milk from a cow because my mother has dried up. Cheeses, yoghurts, creams... Hoping for "mlako" which was a bottle of warm milk my grandmother used to serve me. Need to carry a bottle of warm milk but now only have a mug of ice water. How to keep warm in the freezing winter without hot milk, or a hot water bottle or a blanket and one's thumb?? Dream about the day you can crawl back into the womb. When the womb is removed--one must dream about it even when one is not sleeping. Walking in a sleep state? It's called "meditation" and in that way it is legal. Are you keeping your eyes above her waist? She is beautiful from the neck up.

All is tasteless without sugar. But sugar rots the teeth and so needs to be exterminated like a tooth fairy who is broke and leaves no dollars under my pillow. Open the Torah and it will be worth more than a million bucks! Using Monopoly money as a bookmark. Read on. It will tell you what to do. Get up and walk and keep walking until Saturday. When one is old and wise--one can stop walking and instead run for a living. Running away from vampires and using a Torah to keep them away instead of a crucifix. Will it work? It depends on where one lives. Seagulls are flying everywhere near the great sea; but if they are not Jonathan Livingston Seagull it means your lentil stew did not contain kosher salt. Ask her to make another batch. Drink it up like the Russians and kick up your heels!!! It all goes back to her womb. The wombat is a traveling womb so go to Australia as soon as you can. "But I cannot fly!" "Yes, you can... in a dream state you can." Going back to bed now and resting my tearless eyes. Good night in the morning! Boker tov, Laylah tov. Wink!




 

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