Poems by Avi Fleischer

You supply the lips and I'll supply the kiss,
You supply the chance and I'll supply the bliss.
You supply the truth and I'll supply the trust,
You supply the time and I'll supply the lust.

But if it's love you want, it's gonna take a little more,
and when we finally get there, it'll be like waves hitting the shore,
of the oceans of our hearts, the feeling lingers on,
from the touch of evening twilight, 'til the early morning dawn.

You supply the fantasy and I'll supply the act,
You supply the opinion and I'll supply the fact.
You supply the quip and I'll supply the smile,
You supply the road and I'll supply that extra mile.

But if it's love you want, it's gonna take a little more,
and when we finally get there, it'll be like waves hitting the shore,
of the oceans of our hearts, the feeling lingers on,
from the touch of evening twilight, 'til the early morning dawn.

You supply the wings and I'll supply the flight,
You supply the day and I'll supply the night.
You supply the ground below and I'll supply the sky above,
You supply your tender heart and I'll supply my endless love.

Because even though love takes more, I shall not stand and wait,
for love to sweep me off my feet, for I might be too late.
So, I've now become a partner of fate,
in the never-ending waterfall known as love and hate.

The Brick Wall is confusion, that's deep within your heart,
Confusion that's so powerful, it can tear itself apart.

The Brick Wall is that fear, the fear of your own flaws,
The fear of imperfection, clutched within its claws.

The Brick Wall is a kiss, that isn't quite complete,
It leaves a taste on your lips, that's oh so bittersweet.

The Brick Wall is sorrow, churning deep inside,
A sorrow that needs to surface, yet you won't abide.

The Brick Wall is a tear, that is salty and yet sweet,
Its origin is deep inside, from where our hearts beat.

The Brick Wall is a butterfly, that wants to spread its wings,
Yet it can't rise, from the ground to which it clings.

The Brick Wall is life, that has not experienced living,
It's like an outstretched hand, that's receiving but not giving.

The Brick Wall is emptiness, it's a complete lack of love,
Yet not defined as hate, for its essence is from above.

The Brick Wall is on the surface, yet runs as deep as the soul,
It stands so tall and proud, yet its center is a hole.

The Brick Wall is laughter, yet bitter just the same,
Just like tears of joy, are still tears by name.

The Brick Wall is a wish, that doesn't have a star,
It yearns to be fulfilled, but its cry is from afar.

The Brick Wall is darkness, buried under light,
Struggling to free itself, yet subdued by its own plight.

Yes, the Brick Wall is our soul and heart, that's buried deep inside,
The only thing that can conquer it, is to let love be our guide.

I lie beneath the earth, a vessel now returned.
Survived by rhyme and verse, in many memories burned.

A legacy of written word born of lessons learned,
Of life and love and earthy things for which my soul had yearned.