A few days ago when I got into a conversation on Facebook with an old guild mate of me from some game I played I found this totally awesome lyrics on his wall. It spoke to me it reached out to me an I just had to share it. So I have contacted the writer and asked permission to share it on my blog. I’m pleased to present you here now with his work. The writer is Michael Berkovich and you can find him by clicking on his name and follow the link to his Facebook page. He’s 24 Israeli  and writing since the age of 15, Soldier of the IDF, and born in Ukraine. The text he wrote is a lyric and it has no music or voice to it yet. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did/ I was inspired to share it perhaps you are to. Don’t hesitate to contact him for approval and permission before you do so please.

We’ll meet again

I love this type of poetry, I should buy a book with his poems as I found myself liking more of his poems 🙂 Here’s one to share:)

It Couldn’t Be Done
By Edgar A. Guest

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it”;
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.

A word can be abused for a lie,
That lie can hurt and make someone cry
Please, before abuse, think, is it the lie really worth?
is it realy worth, all the pain and hurt?
Besides that, its also realy absurd
To disrespect and fool yourself with your own word

D.s.  may 11 1998 13:25

Een herinnering

Samenkomst van het verleden

Een opening

Het begin van het heden

D.S. 8 february 1998 13:30

A tear is just a drop of water,
Filled with pain,
Filled with sorrow,
And its being hold together,
By the future and the past.

D.S. february 4 2000 1:30 am.