"Ethnic Cleanse"

There is no correction
For my disconnection
As to what has occured
My vision is blurred
Too many tears to express my fears
Part of my world has ended
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I am able to cope
As I cling to a hope
That part of me is found
As I wander the land
Too weak to demand
I am sick with illness at my loss
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The tears choke me inside
I feel as if part of me has died
To the utter sickness of dread
Inside I am truly dead
Loves of my life where have you gone
Do you not hear your mothers song
It is for you I cry my tears
Come home to quench my fears
You have been gone too long
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I will not give up hope to find
It will forever be in my mind
That you are always close to my heart
It will be impossible for me to depart
As much as it is my soul

~Moses~
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"Eternal Grace"

The lady of the sea
Her face haunts me so
String of pearls entwined
About her graceful neck
She emerges from the water
The glance from her eyes
No words need be spoken
Revival of a soul that dies
Crashing waves cannot contain
Thrashings unto the sand
Its miniscule grains escape punishment
Within the clasping hands
A decade goes by
She utters not a word
Her movements are as the graceful bird
There is still that look within her eyes
They speak a million words
Under a blanket of clouded skies
In this twilight of brief joy
In her is the distant star
That grants me no wish
Upon my heart I reliquish all my pain
For a moments peace in sleep
Upon her lap
If I were her child within my dream
I would not stray far
When my floatation upon the sea
Draweth me out beyond the sandbar
She would gently bring me back
To safety upon those shores
With her reassuring eye upon me
My drawing breath until the last
Knowing my future was not past
There she would be in my awakening
With her hauntings to keep me intrigued
She is the lady of the sea
With her pearls wrapped around me
Keeping me safe forevermore

~Moses~
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"The Nature of Her Eye"

It was within that nature of her eye
That first beheld me so
On that sandy beach she slumbered
She was found wanton
Sand mingled with perspiration
Her pungent musk perceived
Derived from elements
Strangely enough it draws me
Such grains of sand upon her face
They speak to me quietly
The mind meld occurs
Only up to certain points
The buoy bell is heard offshore
I know my place and my boundaries
Its distraction reminds me
This figment of my imagination
Merely a vision of the mermaid
Who rested upon the shore
It is no wonder she does not speak
Within the scope of my vision
Her iris speaks a thousand words
Standing on cold slats beneath my feet
They protect me from her burning coals
The vibration of the heart pounds
It is not my heart that ponders
In rythmic response to the bell
I cast her out into the ocean
Returning her to the place
From whence she first approached
Grains of sand are washed away
Returned to their origins
Only the image of her eye remains
As she descends to her home
Deep within the oceans of time

~Moses~
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