The Two Kings Within

 THE TWO KINGS WITHIN

Inside my chest two rulers fight

One sells me dark, One calls me light

One says “Take more, this world is mine”

One whispers “Rise… your will align”

The body bows where habit leads

To ego’s throne, to selfish needs

And every time I seek the King

The serpent wakes with sharper sting

For Pharaoh grows when truth draws near

He builds through doubt, through pain, through fear

He shows me all I’ve yet to mend

So suffering becomes a friend

Idol worship lives inside

When self alone becomes my guide

Not stone or gold—but “me” on high

The cruelest false god money can’t buy

So Torah is not words we say

But war through every living day

Who rules this heart? Who wears the crown?

The one I lift… or drag back down

And when I see how far I’ve gone

How weak by night, how false by dawn

That pain itself becomes the gate

A cry for truth… before too late

For evil grows when I choose right

Not to destroy—but bring to light

That I may know what must be burned

So all desire can be returned

To serve the One beyond my skin

And place His Kingdom deep within

Till every ache and every scar

Build one true prayer… ישר־אל

Florida Flame

We were not gathered here by chance

Each heart was called to join this dance

A spark alone can fade from sight

But joined as one—we build the light

Your voice, your step, your place is real

Together broken hearts can heal

Kab nights, meetings, hand in hand

We rise as one, we firmly stand

Don’t wait outside while others start

You are a living piece of heart

So come, my brothers, take your place

And help us build this bond of grace

One Life to Rise

 They say “I’m tired”… but tired from what

From feeding the fire that leaves the soul to rot

We scroll, we stall, we say “next time”

While the heart grows weak and forgets the climb

The ego speaks soft— “Just stay in your chair”

“Tomorrow will come… there’s still time there…”

But tomorrow steals what today could ignite

And one missed spark can delay the Light

I’m not begging you— I’m crying inside

We are souls meant to walk, not hide

The Congress calls, the Ten needs your flame

Without you here—we’re not the same

So break what binds you, rise from the dust

Come not for comfort—come because you must

For the Creator waits where friends unite

And one true step can change your night

Read Me or Bury Me

I brought my heart, you called it trash

Didn’t even read—just burned the ash

I sang for souls, not for applause

But cold replies revealed the flaws

I gave a gift, you mocked the hand

Like love of friends you’d never planned

If we can’t hear a brother’s cry

Then tell me—are we dead inside?

Read me—or bury me

Lift me—or murder me

But don’t stand there preaching love

While crushing hearts that rise above

קרא לי או קבור אותי

הרם אותי או שבור אותי

אל תדבר על אהבת חברים

אם אתה שורף לבבות מבפנים

This ain’t ‘bout songs, this ain’t ‘bout me

It’s who we claim we want to be

A ten ain’t built by empty words

But by how pain and love are heard

So if my gift don’t fit your way

At least respect the price I pay

Cause one who gives and gets denied

Still bleeds to keep the flame alive

Read me—or bury me

Lift me—or murder me

But don’t stand there preaching light

While dimming brothers in the night

קרא לי או קבור אותי

הרם אותי או שבור אותי

אם אין מקום ללב חבר

איך יבוא האור ויתגבר

I Rode With Reason

I Rode With Reason

For years I let my own mind drive

Trusted its lies to stay alive

It weighed each step, it judged each fall

But never knew the King at all

It said use thought, protect your skin

Take what makes your body grin

“God gave you reason—use it well”

Yet led me closer still to hell

Then came a war inside my chest

A higher call disturbed my rest

A whisper cut through pride and fear

“Bow down… the King of Kings is here”

So now I tell this mind of mine

You were useful… for your time

But from this day you are not throne

This heart will serve the King alone

Above all thought, above all sight

I choose the path beyond my light

Faith like fire, raw and true

Not what I think—but serving You

The head feels heavy, ego cries

It fears the place where selfhood dies

But in that weight… a gate appears

The crown is built through fought-back tears

I lose my rule… and strangely rise

Not by my own, but Heaven’s eyes

For when I kneel above what’s known

The burdened head becomes His throne

Blessed In This Place

BLESSED IN THIS PLACE

We live a life that is not our own

We walk the path the sages have shown

The alarm bell rings before the sun

And flesh cries out, “Not this… not one…”

The bed feels warm, the body pleads

The ego measures selfish needs

Each inch we move can feel like pain

A war of night inside the brain

But then we rise… though slow… though weak

Toward the place our hearts still seek

And in that room where friends ignite

The dark is pierced by borrowed light

What dragged like chains now feels like wings

The soul remembers higher things

The burden fades, the spirit wakes

As joy replaces old mistakes

So mark the place where sleep was slain

Where sorrow turned to holy gain

Blessed is He who brought me near

And changed my dread to living cheer

CHORUS

Blessed is He who called my name

Who turned my sorrow into flame

From bed of dust to morning light

He pulled me close… He gave me sight

ברוך הוא שקרא לי קום

מהחושך אל אור היום

מן העפר אל קו ישר

קרב אותי—אליו נשאר

From Darkness to Light

 Only by darkness

does a man know his place.

Only by absence

does he search for the Face.

One time he feels

the Creator works on him.

One time he feels

his own strength is not dim.

But both states come

from the root above,

to teach him the path

to prayer and love.

When darkness falls

it is not for despair.

It is a doorway,

a call to prepare.

Lowliness above reason

is not defeat,

it is walking with faith

when nothing feels sweet.

When the Creator is felt,

it is not because man won.

It is because the Creator

decided to shine like the sun.

And through the dark

man learns to see

that every approach

begins from He.

Ascents and descents,

this is how we walk.

Through broken feeling,

through prayerful talk.

The vessels need Hassadim,

mercy and grace,

so the heart can endure

every changing place.

Only from darkness

can love-sick rise,

when all feels lost

before the eyes.

Then from the depth,

if the cry is true,

help comes from the Creator

to carry him through.

So every moment

renew the thread.

Turn to the Creator

in all that lies ahead.

Look at each state,

each burden, each need,

and ask for His help

in thought, word, and deed.