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Reaping what has been sown
Fair lady who is called
The sower of fates
Whether seeds shall germinate
Is left up to more than fate
Revelations given from beyond
The lifted veil within the dawn
Of rising suns and dying moons
Stealth winds that creep
Over the sands of dunes
Her faceless form in huddled pose
She is the black rose
Against the prick of thorns
Stirring in the veins of gathering storms
In lightnings that shall leap
From rooftop to rooftop
As burning incense that will not keep
It smolders incessantly
Continuing in spite of the incertitude
Of time that suspends itself
Which proceeds in slow motion
Mulling over in the minds of many
Under a dying moon that glows with rage
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
It's not his fault the kite came down
Now my brother has a frown
There's no more wind for it to fly
Another day we'll sail the sky
There will be other kites
But not another
That will replace my little brother
It's up to me to watch him close
Even when were not at play
It's just a kite I've told him mostly
That we'll try another day
Once our dad helped us
The kite went up so high
We sent messages up the kite string
It was a dot up in the sky
Next time we'll do better
You never know if you don't try
~Moses~
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Of days gone by
Several wars have come and gone
My sons helped lay our nets
Upon the sea
From Norway to the Finlands
In foam and brine
With sea spray upon our faces
The burning sun upon our heads
Holds tightly the hemp
Within the stern hand of the sea
Somewhere resides within
The marrow of my old bones
In my chair upon the porch
A distant sea that beckons
With lowly moans
I have outlived all my sons
Except save one
Even my old woman is gone
Yet still I am not done
Every moment has been precious
In my labour I have searched
Skies of majestic beauty
Upon this place wherein is perched
My old soul that looks on
Onward towards eternity
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
My teddy bear gets lonely
He wants to be with me
At home awaiting patiently
In his silent plea
He pretty well sleeps
With the calico cat
Whenever I'm away
He never moves from the corner
From where he spends his day
When I get home we'll have a talk
About my day in school
My teddy bear will smile then
'Cause he is pretty cool
~Moses~
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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms,
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.
Thanks to your love a certain fragrance,
risen darkly from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride,
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where "I" does not exist, nor "you,"
So close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
So close that your eyes close and I fall asleep.
-Pablo Neruda-
Dancing upon air in suspension
A child's dreams within its folds
Movement of action in the wind
In despair of its freedom lost
That otherwise would have been
Allowed to kiss the tenderness
Of awaiting clouds
Clouds that call out unto it
In a fit of rage it will bring upon
Thunderstroms that will pelt it down
And no other will know the love
Or sense the dream of the child
If not for the clouds for whom it was intended
This suspension would not be
This sense of freedom witheld
Distress in this inanimate object
Yet it is the principle that causes
It to dance upon the wind
In fruitless attempts to free itself
From the electrical manacle
Reaching up into the sky
With its artificial structure
It clings tightly to the intruder
In belief that it can hold onto something
That was intended to belong in the wind
~Moses~
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A song in my heart as the radio plays
On the bridge named Huey P.Long
Leaving Baton Rouge behind
With my song in my heart on my mind
When the cock crowed once this morn
The sun barely able to see
I heard that click in my ears
It was the sound of the gears
Putting things into motion
In preparation of grinding
Together they will turn
And cause my flesh to burn
Until I walk the street
Where like minded souls shall meet
In the exchange of words
Where none need to be spoken
I see many people who have been broken
The corpses of their minds lay about
In the retreats of those alley ways
Where many have spent their final days
But I look to light that enters in spite
Of that which dies before my eyes
It is survival of the fitest
In this street of fleeting fears
I turn my head in another direction
To avoid those who bring me tears
~Moses~
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Without the presence of inner emotions
There would be no place to store my thoughts
Graveled roads with embedded tracks
Well traveled by those who make their way
Water towers with town names upon them
Stored upon the shelf within my mind
Lights in the sky at nightime
Signal the next town location
That will come into view upon the cue
Where once again another water tower
With a name upon it will appear
Silhouettes of cows in pastures
On the edges of town
The framework of all that is present
Yet no laughter is heard as I pass by
Only the glaring eyes of the automobiles
Awaiting the gate to lift up
So that they may proceed along the way
To the gravel roads
Where tires make their impressions
Slewing stones in all directions
Impervious to the assault upon them
On gravel roads as I pass them by
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Eventually my time will come
When my outer skin will peel
Emergence into a waiting place
In metamorphosis I patiently pose
Dreaming of when it begins
The masses have seen me
But do not know me
I was the visitor who
Being in disguise
Only recognizable by my eyes
That nobody bothered to look into
Or glanced into my iris
Therefore they only know the old skin
Not being able to find my heart
Walking amongst them observing
Those who pretend to be
Leading the blind to hilltops
Enticing them with vain words
Phrases that are not their own
It invades them clear down
To the marrow in their bone
As I emit radiance that transcends
Uplifted as a Phoenix that rises
From ashes where my old skin resides
~Moses~
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Stars seem like glass splinters
Of the cold thickness of winter
This hollow sickness I rest
And constricting like an invisible snake
Dark longings venture forth from my chest
Leaving nothing in it's venomous wake
Dreaming the vision in darkness is what I will do
Verily I say the dream comes true
I venture from hell's death by night
It comes across time and space
Which permeates the darkened light
Under the moon this devil was conceived
The black thorn in my life
Which I acknowledged as forlorn
Understanding things only I shall witness
For this devil although he may chase
Within my own illness of noise
I increase my pace
All things become known
In that which I do embrace
This heart which seeks out
It's own bloodlust within disgrace
Woefully I search for the dark forest
Within my dreams
As this devil lurks in what seems
A past haunting within my mind
I have seen his image in what I find
For it sought out my crying soul
For all of this I must atoll
On this island of coral reefs
Within my own beliefs
He thrives within the dark lagoons
In the deaths of distant moons
Evermore shall never rise
Within its crescent this demon dies
~Moses~
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In the ghost of your kisses
Sweet wine touches my lips
Shadow puppets dance on walls
Where thoughts are greeted
Neatly stacked in rows that meet the eye
A birds eye view of a rabbit that dares
Hoping to hide itself in the shadows
Where upon it meets the fate
Of the sleeping viper
There is no hunger or desire
That can replace the memory of your lips
Sweet wine turns sour upon my tongue
Thickened hides that dry in the sun
Only remind me of your absence
The lady who floats enters into my dreams
Haunting my mind with her perfume
She rests upon the dune
As I transform into a bird of flight
Soaring high in search of you
I fly but my hands are tied
Therefore I have no wings to search for you
Blindly my search ends in futility
Elusively you follow in your own shadow
Just out of reach of my inner soul
~Moses~
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Split amid the two realms
Disintengration into the material
From whence all things have come
Clapping as the sound of thunder
Closed eyes are able to envision
As the reflection within a drop of water
Suspended momentarily
During the time an eye blinks
Such reflections are lost in time
In confidence my strange interpose
Interrupts the quaint conversations
Lurking in spaces where parasites thrive
Waiting for Newton's law to go into effect
Mollifying those in conciliation
Requittal avoids capture
Resting in the Cities of Refuge
The subterfuge is the contrivance
Stratagem is useless as a ploy
I am able and willing to bide my time
Remaining in suspension indefinetly
Until forces beyond my control
Command me to relinquish my position
I remain in the shell of decomposition
Until the dust overcomes me
Wherein I shall lay prostrate
Surrendering to the ages within time
~Moses~
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Solitude in contemplation
Visions of my inner self
Raindrops falling just outside
This window in my stare
There are no minds here tonight
Which I may touch
Therefore it is my gaze upon the stars
Where once again the wonder begins
The slight fog in the street mimicks
That gentle buffering in betwixt
That unsolved position where things may
Run rampantly at their own desire
Revealing their true nature for me to see
I am caught in the maze that encompasses me
Though it surrounds me it is tame
Willing to reveal its secret passages
Interpolated objects are no suprise when they come
Being as I am aware of them before they arrive
What mesmerized me at one time
This is now a common ocurrence
No longer able to throw me off track
These things are seen as I said well in advance
Before they pass through the rusty gates
~Moses~
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Realization came early on
Only a thin membrane between
From here to there in this dark forest
Travel to my place was most common
Amid the shining eyes of nameless ones
They rarely spoke with just an ancient stare
Wolves and other beings inhabit this place
In the darkened cavities they cower
In fear of those who walk with power
Energies that work folly in their presence
Those with wooden staffs walk softly
Staying clear of those who walk between
One reality and their places in which they roam
It is in this dark place that I inhabit at times
Safely tucked away in a resting place
Solitude is possible
All others who enter may not touch me
They can only enter my mind when allowed
In the instant of a snapping they must flee
When the ferryman comes to take me back
To the other side where I sometimes abide
Space is provided wherever I choose to be
Whether it be negative space
Whether it be positive space
The maze opens at both ends
Its color is chosen and called in time
Within this existence thoughts are gathered
Shadows within are forcibly taken out
Revealing the hidden secrets
Rushing spirits are in fear of this
It drives their energy further into the forest
The forest of darkness and thorns
~Moses~
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Just one more fish was all I wanted
Now this fear that someone comes
Maybe they will see me
That's not supposed to be
The rules outside the magic forest
Say that I must flee
Trouble always comes my way
From taking all these chances
I watched the fish in this pond
Before I made advances
Now my hopes for passers by
They will not notice me
If I get out of this I swear
I'll try more carefully
Not to be so bold again
Until next time I think
I can get these little fish
Before their eyes can blink
~Moses~
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(The secret circus boy who was a priest)
When Robert was a little boy
Small animals seemed to come his way
There he would tend to their needs and wounds
With nothing more to say
A bird with a broken wing
Soon it would be able to fly
A dog sore with infection healed
With no animal ever questioning why
They seemed to know his inner feelings
Small Robert the boy of quiet
Sure that God had sent them his way
To fill their daily diet
As one knows bread is not cast
Upon waters which comes back void
This yearning in his heart ached
For that which he enjoyed
Whenever an animal had a need
But soon had cause to expire
He felt this urge to say some words
From whence he would inspire
Such words came like a silent calling
In his pride he felt he was falling
An uplifting hand seemed to come from above
Somewhat of an unfamiliar love
Yet he accepted this as the yearning in his heart which ached
~
The call of the circus deep in his bones
Calling to him in overtones
Visions of the Big Top and the way of the elephant
High wire acts and the towns
His need to feed he found out were the people
Turning to smiles from their frowns
This aching in his silent heart not yet fully known
Then a voice had come to him
To show what he had sown
This calling came from higher authority
Of a power he had only dreamed
The desire to live a life in the circus
Was not the aching that had seemed
The voice called out and he listened
To this message that brightly glistened
It was his calling to enter a different phase
One of grace and work to last his days
~
He shared with his students that very zeal
Bishop Newman High
Teaching Theology and words of Latin
Never questioning as to why
For he was from the old school
Traditional values in thought
Separated from those of today
In principle that cannot be bought
Teaching in this circus of life
The Ringmaster to those in his charge
Under the Big Top of his Master
Where he stood tall and large
Still he was the boy who wanted
To live his life in the tents
Yet his love for his Master was greater
Although in his life he laments
Much over the circus he also loved as well
He is remembered in the roll call
Like the sound of the Holy Bell
~
~Moses~
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My dissaproval must be heard
Even though I'm just a bird
We fly together in a flock
Each unto his own
Many miles we have come
Together we have flown
Now you like this other fancy
You can go to hell
Remember when I assisted you
Upon which time you fell
Was I not there to give you seed
To tend your injured wing
I even gave you music
From which I could not sing
It took alot to get those bluebirds
To come and give their voice
Ok-I'm glad things turned out
So now you've made your choice
I wish you all the happiness
That could be wished upon a bird
But know this-Now I know you well
And that's my final word
~Moses~
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Along the roadside discarded
Thoughts of people passing by
Much like boxes of frozen vegetables
Strewn in a shopping cart diagonal
Not much thought is given to it
What it was intended for in purpose
It is merely a disposable thought
From another life that seems
To have gone by without notice
Taken for granted like a rising sun
As if it waits for the return
It has no wings where it can take flight
Unless a passerby takes a liking to it
It is only then that it takes on precious meaning
Whereby the diamond in the rough
Is gleaned for all its worth
Frozen vegetables are disposable
People and their thoughts are not
~Moses~
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I wonder of what they speak
Those who walk by during day
They see into my eyes
I watch their children play
Sadness fills my heart
In this cage which is my world
Climbing artificial trees
Some days I get unfurled
What is it that they all see
When they are looking at me
Through all the shouts and screams
All this so very oddly seems
When all is quiet and they are gone
I listen to the crickets song
Staring at the cresent moon
Dreaming of what I most long
I want to sing but I cannot
About old feelings mostly forgot
The human who cares for me
Is the only friend I truly have
This is what love is to me
~Moses~
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The giant cat waits for a mouse
To come out of hiding in its place
The cat is not in any hurry
It knows the mouse's face
Blowing winds that make their image
If you watch closely enough
You will see the mouse come out
Like smoke in an instant puff
Maybe an indian will form as well
To watch the cat in wait
Or an alligator will eat the cat
If that should be its fate
Even a bear could end up there
Or a giant pair of underwear
That turns into a sleeping rabbit
Who doesn't have a care
~Moses~
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My hippopatamus yawns in boredom
Upon his bed of aspen trees
Maybe he is ready to eat something
Is he really hungry
Or just sleepy from the gentle breeze
Next time I go to Africa
My swim will be with his son
He escaped from the zoo
And successfully used the sky
To reach his place of birth
Eventually he will smile
After he realizes he is home once again
~Moses~
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What is it that the bear sees
On his haunches
Over these ancient ruins
There is no tree in sight for him to climb
Far away there is a marshmellow
Is it waiting for him to eat it
Or is he waiting for it to come closer
Marshmellows arent that good for him
Doesn't he know
Nobody is going to feed him
The sign says 'Do not feed the bears'
Last time he ate too many peanuts
He dissapeared into his den
And slept for many days
~Moses~
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This is where my place is
In the darkness I can be found
It is not that I am hiding
In this place void of sound
Thoughts that glisten brightly
Thriving in the abyss
Motionless in solitude
Visions that gently kiss
Inner recesses of my mind
No doubt in the crevices
It will find
Secrets known kept safe
Long ago became chafe
Causing me at times to be abrade
Soon the darkness comes to my aid
The lullaby it sings to me
Taking me down to its roots
It alludes to others
The words which it refutes
Penetration into caligation
Void of any sight
Reflecting only a fraction
In the incident of light
~Moses~
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