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Saturday, June 30, 2007

"Poly Tetra Grammatron"


Within its own complexity
Continuously rolling over
Walls that have no bounds
Simple framework will not be enough
To contain all that is within
From escape that emanates outwardly
An unsuspecting population
Recieves the messages promptly
Landscapes continue to change
Uncharted maps hide awaiting
Discovery remains evasive
Eventually to be captured
When it is least expected
Long before our species becomes extinct
Triumph shall regin at the chosen time
We do not choose it
It decides when revelation surfaces

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"The Sentinel"





Memories remembered
Never forgotten
My child is gone from me
I wait for return
Dreaming of mice
Which I shall catch no more
They now pass me by
Knowing full well my thoughts
How is it that mice can see
What people cannot
They feel nothing in absence
Walking by without notice
Of the small things
Which give hints of existence
Without flies in a window
They would not know discomfort
A mere waving of the hand
To chase them from their place
If I were not waiting
Escape would be my only passion
Dying under a handsome tree
In open spaces
Dreaming of mice
Which I shall catch no more

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Junkie's Hell House Blues"



Nearly a week has passed
Even though it is late fall
It makes no difference
As if Quasimodo had just departed
Each day is the same
Unto one another
~
Hollow reeds have more life in them
Than do my veins
It is this evil flower
That answers to all my pains
When it is taken from me
I suffer pain in relevant ways
Oh evil flower
Vomit is my friend on good days
When the light is taken from me
Nodding until my next time
Blowing winds do not affect me
Long ago my prime
Deserted me while upon my lap
In resting my soul begged me
Whilst ignoring it faithfully
Answering the devils call
Before angels were made aware
Looking down upon me
They cry with sympathetic zeal
More so than at a crucifixion
For I do this unto myself
In blackened days of glory
While my vision blurs
Fluttering eyes as motion stirs
My breath is a stench
Upon this cuckolds stool
Oh evil flower
How your love can be so cruel

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Within my Hands I Hold"



Although empty in my embrace
All these years I've kept
On quiet nights in solemn thought
As she soundly slept
Cherished moments lost in time
Cheerful laughter filled my ears
Holding her in my arms
Wiping all her tears
When she went off to school
I cried
They were joyous tears
Soon after that
Quenched of all my fears
This day she has given life
The birth of my grandchild
I will hold her shoes
Once again I am beguiled
On quiet nights in solemn thought
She will soundly sleep

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Compatibility"


Best friends from the beginning
It was love at first sight
Bess the cow poked the new kitten
From then on they seemed to unite
In her stall Felix sleeps
In the pasture they're always together
They can be seen at the barn door
Staring out when it turns bad weather
The cow and the cat
I would never have imagined
The cat is no longer mine
They have no need of me any more
But I still go out and combine
Politely they accept me
Because they both know
It wont be long before I will go
Then they return to what they were doing
Living life in what they're pursuing
Be happy my bovine and feline friends

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"The Brother I Never Had"





Spiders and snakes
Beetles and eyeballs
I don't like girls at all
They play with dolls and sing too much
Crying whenever they fall
My big sister has lots of friends
But they don't like spiders and snakes
They're always laughing and giggling
Once though they gave me cupcakes
I sort of liked that but that's all I liked
The rest of it was mushy stuff
One of them kissed me before I knew it
But I acted like I was tough
I sort of like them but they aren't like
Real girls if you know what I mean
The rest of them won't talk about monsters
Or spiders or snakes
Or the death of an innocent sardine
Scary things are fun
But still once in awhile I like to play and run
I sort of like that once in a while
But still scary things are really fun
People tell me I'll change when I grow
I sure hope it isn't so

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Imaginary Sunday"



What birds feel in flight
Soaring on wings
Outstretched wings that reach
Wind currents caught effortlessly
In observance of that which is below
A view that must be in proportion
An oddity of sorts for them
Visions of people
As they sit on a steeple
But it is only in their mind
They are still in flight
Dreaming birds who fly
Flying into their dreams
Over vast distances
Skies overcasted
Drenching rainfall into dried up streams
There are always clouds above them
Observing that which is below
Unbeknownst to the aviary
Clouds pure white like snow
Sound rolls off their backs
Over their wings
Into their dreams
I am a bird who sits on a steeple
But it is only within my own mind
Upon the waves of air


~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Involuntary Servitude"


I am a man who works on a chain gang
When the sun comes 'til it goes down
Water is craved most of all
By the time it gets to my lips
It is already hot
I am a man,I am a man
But they treat me like livestock
The ball and chain are my captors
Hard work and sweat keep me
So do the songs that are sung
It takes me to a place
Where my captors cannot enter
Their stale voices task me
More than the labor at hand
Looking out into cotton fields
I see the slaves of yore
Through my eyes
This will not be taken away
It must stay with me
Cruelty upon their backs
Dust in their eyes
Bleeding fingers from the cotton sharp
Filled bags taken to the gin
Long after I am set free
They will be remembered
The ball and chain never stops swinging
Getting lost in the inmates singing
I am a man
It will stay with me
Remaining in the vision within my eye

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Passing On The Secrets"


Harry the second talks to his son
Harry the third listens intently
He is telling him about my trees
Talking to him very gently in the breeze
He tells him about the apples
Once he can fly he will show him
How it feels to eat an apple
And sit upon the limb
The apples are good-the apples are mine
Once I leave this world they will be yours
Make sure you keep the secret within the family
Stay out of the rain when it pours
You can eat an apple whenever you want
Make sure you leave a few
Once in a while this man comes out
And picks them in the morning dew
I don't care if he eats my apples
There's plenty to go around
I still sit on the branches and eat
But not the apples on the ground
The man in the house can eat
All the apples that are on the grass
I'm a special kind of fellow
I'm an apple thieving woodpecker
Who's got some class


~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Ode To An Apple Thieving Pileated Woodpecker"



Harry the woodpecker
Is eating my apples
He lives in a tree out front
But he goes in the backyard
And eats my apples
Hoping to find a worm in his hunt
I think this is already Harry the fourth
But they all did just the same
All of them ate some of my apples
I think it's a woodpecker game
Maybe each one told the other
And gave up the secret of my trees
I dont care if they eat my apples
While they sit on the branches in the breeze
Every morning I hear them pecking
They look into my window on occasion
Harry has a girlfriend who eats my apples
Both of them complete the equation
Soon they will be feeding babies in my tree
Another Harry will come forth
He'll grow up and eat my apples
And tell his son of my trees henceforth

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

~I am Much Too Alone in this World~



I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone
enough
To truly consecrate the hour.
I am much too small in this world, yet not small
enough
to be to You just object and think,
dark and smart.
I want my free will and want it accompanying
the path which leads to action;
and want during times that beg questions,
where something is up,
to be among those in the know,
or else be alone.

I want to mirror Your image to its fullest perfection,
never be blind or too old
to uphold Your weighty wavering reflection.
I want to unfold.
Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent;
for there I would be dishonest, untrue.
I want my conscience to be
true before You;
want to describe myself like a picture I observed
for a long time, one close up,
like a new word I learned and embraced,
like the everday jug,
like my mother's face,
like a ship that carried me along
through the deadliest storm.


~Rainer Maria Rilke~

"Within These Twisted Boughs"



Intertwined in life
Growth in birth of seeds
Saplings at nature's mercy
Many suns have risen
Occasionally birds have fallen
Forked boughs clench
Branches do not stir
Death comes and goes
Leaves abandon them
Yet they mingle closely
Until decay sets in
~
Roots go deep searching
Hostile rebellion of elements
Under wary clouds
And skies that do not trust
Wisps of dust
Tree hearts mingle also
They know each other intimately
Refusing to reveal
Commnications are hushed
In whispers hidden by wind
~
Shaded glory thresholds
Trees speak but are not heard by many
Words taken for granted
Delicate phrases chanted
Upon a rare ear
That listens to the whispers
Hidden by wind
~

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Futility of Polyphemus"

While greater powers than my own
Lift me up from desolation
With assistance of a spirit
With whom I have no eartly relation
Exacerbation existed
In the offer to have it flee
I always resisted
Now in this place where
My actions go before me
Portrayed upon the wall
For all to see
A minotar housed in the Cretan Labyrinth
Offspring of Pasiphaƫ and the Cretan bull
Await me patiently
Theseus and Ariadne shall kill it for me
Before I am devoured
Minos in Crete shall be dissapointed
Daedalus has wrought his work in vanity
He shall fall to his death with Icarus
While greater powers than my own
Lift me up from my desolation

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Oceanic Relationship"





Hot sands all around me
I have no tears
An ocean in front of me
As are many oceans
I face my fears
Waves motioning
Beckoning for pity
Hot sand now slips
Through bent fingers
Returning to its birth
~
Life moves on
Skies come and go
Clouds are like
Fair weather friends
Things become the total sum
You see more clearly
As your heart mends
~
Held accountable
are my visions
Denizon of the deep
You shall not
Make my decisions
May you go about
Free from your deed
But you shall not
Cause me to heed
I will return
unto my ocean
Your act commited
Evoked emotion
Even though that fateful day
You changed my life
In this ocean
I shall return unto
That which I love
You seek out your next meal
Survival of the fittest
All will heal
Once again we shall touch
The waves together
We love so much
Bitterness in what we shared
My ocean heals
The fear that dared
To venture forth and touch the waves
Salted water upon those scars
In my ocean by grace it saves

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Obliteration"

Death is only the beginning
A step beyond the grave
Partitioned away in little globes
That escape burial places
Encased within
There are no tombs
Which can hold it
Defiance of that
Which is not mass
Forces of nature
Cannot prevent
Allowing it to pass
Deration of the soul
Is lifted henceforth
I will join others
In elated thought
The eventual return
For that which is ought

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Behind my Mask"


Nobody sees behind the mask
Uninvited spectators applaud
They try to see into my soul
Believing that an entrance
Is through the eyes
Winter is in me as cold
Dead fawns are never mourned
Why should I let them in
Where they touched me
I have a burned mark
Afterwards I was scorned
Without the mask I am just
Another dead fawn
That will never be mourned
Flowing wheat in fields
Stifle their movements
As my mask and shadow
Pass their way
Clouds hide the sun
Until stars come out
Even the moon evades me
In the cold of my seasons
That endure all year long
There is no harvest from this planting
Impotent seeds have been placed
Into sterile ground
The soil is cracked
Except dies the cut worms
From lack of stalks
I am poured out onto the earth
For all to see
Under a mask in an expression
Bearing witness to songs
That die within the music
That is seen through my eyes
Into my soul

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Peaceful Sleep"


Masses huddled in one place
Sleeping within this void space
In piles like kindling wood
Sacrificed into the mouths
Of waiting ovens
Devouring until they're ashes
Cast upon the ground
As though
Bones rebel destruction
Ne'r do they glow
Dying in their faith
Broken wills to live
This is their sacrifice
Is all they had to give
Still their voices call out
Snuffed out lives but not in vain
Until the end of time
The world will know their pain

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"While the Village Sleeps"


There it lurks in dreaded alleys
Life takes on another form
Cities are aflame and blazing
On darkened nights
When things transform
Cresent moon wildly
Shining down upon the gloom
Citizens slumber peacefully
Oblivious to any doom
Still there is a candle
That flickers within its flame
It represents a glimmer
Hope within its claim
Dawn will bring a new day
Dew will dissapear
I take a single rose with me
To shed a bloodless tear

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Dimensional Occurences"


From a partition that separates
An inner light which emanates
Entering from the abyss
Walking through the corridors of time
Gathered artifacts to what reacts
Indelible impressions through martyrdom
Of which is not the total sum
Energies that go before them
Crossing over into realms
Where no other has journeyed
Even unto that which overwhelms
Martagon lilies of velvet
They contain within their turbans
Intertwined
Wisps of the knowledge of creation
Of all that represents mankind
Egregious visions I have observed
Incivility on grand scales
Delusions of grandeur in the masses
Beating down upon them mercilessly
Like a cat 'o nine tails
Yet there is a clearing where calm exists
To and fro I travel from within
Escaping mighty furies
That lay about therein

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Autumn Gathering"


Children of trees
In their gathering place
Seasonal changes
Upon their face
Quietly awaiting
Transformation;
~
Returning to the soil
Formed into mulch
They shall know reunion
With the trees
Roots patiently await
Their arrival date
A journey back to the top begins
Where they will once again
Become the children of the trees

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Rebirth of a Feather"


It came to be
That you rescinded from
Clouds above
Plumetting gently to the earth
Clouds that abide in jealous pride
Not able to return wanton love
Blades of grass upon a hill
Visitations from the dandelion
Water flows steadily when it rains
Aware of a clouds actions
When it feigns
Separation from your host
To fend within the dust
Fly again when winds pass
Though your penalty seems unjust
The flock continues onward
As you are left alone

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Hidden Dreams"


Behind my bangs
I walk the cold hard line
I walk the line
In this cold hard world of mine
Through my eyes I have seen
My innocence
All of my dreams dashed
Upon the walls of hope
In others eyes they think I cannot cope
There are no words left for me to say
For I must heal in my own way
Foolish pride or so it seems
My own wounds licked
By myself within those dreams
Where all my hopes laid
In solemn candlelight
Til bids farewell
To my own fight
Upon that wall shall be found new hope
In spite of those who interlope

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Variance"


Where there is darkness also thrives light
Sun to Moon-Day to Night
Where there is joy must also be sorrow
In each day that ends there must be tommorow
Where there is life must also be death
Negative to Positive-within the same breath
As though exhaling equals emanation
In likeness to an inundation
Inhalation is the insufflation
The pause in between is the existence
That thrives between life and death
~
Both ends of the tunnel come together
Womb to Tomb and Tomb to Womb
The thin veil that separates the two
Is the difference in likeness as is
Emanation to Insufflation
The emanation is the giving force
It has no need to take from creation
The insufflation is the taking force
It does not give anything in return
For those who can hear-take heed;
Listen and learn
Lest you should take the wrong turn
Both appear to be of the same
Yet one way is the road to an immortality
While the other shall not give unto
That which has been taken
To see behind the lifted veil
Of that which has been forsaken
A still small voice is always heard
One is a pseudo the other indubitable
Think back to the voice that was heard
It is there from the time of the womb
Clouded in concealed intellect
Revealed from within the tomb
Metaphors are always spoken
All shall not hear and see
On revelation from beyond
A call answered from a plea
That arrives from without
And resides in departure from within

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Convergence"


Deep in the forest
Where light does not glow
Seldom is heard a stirring amongst branches
The gatheering places of detached leaves
Brittle cones from pine trees
Scratching the surface for air
Abandoned by their bearers
Adopted by the soil that awaits
When trees fall into their own fates
Rotting homes to many are they
Until they meet once again with soil
The return to dust as everything must
Emanated light in the distance
Fails to pierce the darkness
The stirring of branches is concealed
In seldom lighted darkness revealed
Where all things meet their fate

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Isolationist"



As a soloist apart from the crowd
Asphyxiophilia in likeness to familiarity
Fatal in the many ways
I am suffocated amongst my own kind
Memories become blank spaces
I am trapped between the rocks
Wherein waves that dash themselves
Upon the striations
Cross banded in every direction
Where there seems to be purpose
There is none
I am forlorn of comfort
With exception to the Heliotrope
Uninvited warmth then enters
Only because it is drawn from hope
In the valerian lavenders
Within the mirrors of reflecting sunlight
From a distant point to my inner soul
Bloodied spots of red jasper
Quicken my response to fate
As I walk in solitare reflection
The masses of people are drawn to me
Modification caused by the inflection
Guides me into another direction
Far away from those masses
They chase me as I continue to evade
Engaged in tactical moves
That place me upon the chess board of fates
Where no further direction prevails
Except that which is revealed
To eyes that have not pried unecessarily
In recompense for patience
Rather than causing vexation
As did the masses of people
Who are continually evaded
Until they cease to thrive

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Innocent Armadillo"





Gleaming mirages upon the road
The '68 Lincoln turns the bend
Dry gulch streams on either side
Landscapes cause ones mind to suspend
Rolling tumbleweeds make their way
Cactus observing do not encroach
All things are allowed to pass
In silence beyond all reproach
Mountaintops in distant view
Nothing remains in place forever
Living creatures continue to thrive
Involved in the daily endeavor
The quiet Armadillo scarcely seen
Scratching the surface for carion bits
Unconcerned what passes by
Unto the search it verily commits
In the distance his grey image
Scrounging by the desolate roadside
The road is true with burning asphalt
Open expanses of the range are wide
Wheels that turn in their rolling motion
In the unrelenting veritable commotion
His grey form with its shadow
Asphalt burns my throat
In passive daydream emotion
Secret visions remain remote
Wheels turn purposely towards
Leaving the asphalt road
Upon this Armadillo they point
Gloating eyes brightly as a cathode
Breif moments of sanity cloud me
Attempting to turn the wheels of fate
In the ensuing struggle the wheels continue
My actions are but a moment late
~
To know the mind of another
Values of exsisting statistics
Actions make them meaningless
In comparison to all logistics
Making sense of things is fruitless
Searching for a sensible reason
A steady mind is hard to find
Hiding within are acts of treason
~
Not a moment has passed by
Wheels halt quickly
From the '68 Lincoln
Upon my dufflebag sickly
Five hundred feet back down the road
To where he lays alone
Motionless under the quiet skies
Sorrow penetrates me to the bone
Silently a shallow grave
He hears not what my mind thinks
Gently he is wrapped in my shirt
Dejected as my own heart sinks
Only dust remains from the wheels
Over a horizon it dissapears
Trying to reason what has occured
Validating my most inner fears
~
That simple twisted body
I walked the lonely road
Until I came to a town
With my burdened load
On the Greyhound staring
Into open space
Headed towards my old home
Where I could find a place
To sit and ponder
What had happened
Innocence died before my face
Although I had sympathy
I had seen the ugliness
Of uncontrolled disgrace
Not a day goes by
I remember all
The innocent Armadillo
Who sits upon the wall
Placed within my mind

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved