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Monday, July 2, 2007

"Perfect Love"




Her soft brown hair
Her dark green eyes
The way she looks at me
She is forever silent
There are no words to decree
Cross words never spoken
Her love is just a token
The way she sits in posture
With pearls in her hand
The flowing of her silken dress
She'll always understand
From time to time I visit
Her image in my mind
The lady without a name
Unless I'm so inclined
Alas she is a mannequin
She does not see or hear
Within there is no beating heart
She knows not joy or fear
Innocent of all that could be done
Ageless she will remain
I stand before her silently
Oblivious to the rain

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

" The Time Machine"



Caress your mane and enter in
and touch the lovers you have known
Up and down, round and round
One hundred years, we've held your rein
Up and down, round and round
You play your music from the stars
We wonder where your children are
You have traveled a million miles
You will travel a million more
Up and down, round and round
Through the mirror ten thousand souls
Up and down, round and round
I touch your mane, I touch their souls
Up and down, round and round
To whirl and twirl with sculptured gold
With blazing lights and radiant eyes
Swirling through years gone by
Whirling through years to be
Everything has changed, you remain the same
Up and down, round and round
I touch your mane, I touch their souls
Up and down, round and round

"Seasons"


My name is Collage
I'm like a mirage
My image is of the many seasons
Springtime is my birth
All is in mirth
Birds sing my name for no other reason
I am in my innocence in this season
Summer is my youth
I am spreading my wings
For the first of times
Discovering many things
All is new but soon becomes old
In this season I am bold
Autumn is my time of maturity
My life shall not place me into obscurity
The work I have done
In my labour under the sun
Shall be remembered by all
Forever more they shall
Hear my voice call
Winter is my season of expire
Still I have many memories
Of things I greatly admire
My tree has expanded
My seeds have been planted
A resemblance of myself
Shall appear in the spring
~
Good planting takes preparation
The soil must be cleared of all rubble
Rubble represents the carnage in the world
The root and cause of all trouble
Once it is cleared the soil must be tilled
To ensure there is plenty of air
Fertilizing the soil is a must
To prevent work done in despair
Tilling the soil represents cleansing
Fertilization is in preparation of the seed
Ensuring growth will be taken on proper
Covering all of the need
To keep oneself clean and without impurity
All that is planted will be recieved well
Mixtures of elements once there is planting
Sun and moisture that will compel
Tending the planting by cropping of weeds
Weeds represent selfish needs
Weeds come up in all seasons of life
But there is no need for them to cause strife
The daily process nips it in the bud
Dispelling misinformation before it takes root
Soon comes harvest time
When the planter shall share in the fruit
If all has been done in accordance
Then the fruit will be sweet
And pleasant to the eye
Many will grow into other trees
Who will cause to multiply
The Origin of Species in its survival
Applied to the species of humans
Who are able to outshine all creation
In excess of all combined lumens

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Cry 'til the river runs dry"


Raindrops remind me of all the tears
That have endured over the years
Like the oil of machines
Those are their tears
People walk by but nobody hears
The many machines can be heard crying
Muffled in their cries in cities that are dying
Choking on the smoke filled streets of gloom
I sit here silently in my cluttered room
Abandonment of the world is on my mind
That somehow through all the tears
I might find
Those elusive shadows that lurk
In the background of
The inner recesses of thought
In empty corridors from that which is wrought
The eyes which see of visions blurred
In its stillness I can hear the rain
Words written in vain upon paper
To express all of the inner pain
Perhaps it might reduce some of my fear
If there was but one ear
That could see the tears of all the others
Unborn children yet to know their mothers
In their cradles sleeping gently
Upon the clouds that I have painted
Upon the walls inside their minds
Shimmering lights that are so bright
In direct contrast to that which blinds
Hopes not yet realized whereas to prevent
The dashing of dreams upon rocks
Hewn from smiling faces that look upon the sea
This is the juxtaposition within my paradox
Acceptance from leaps of faith
How well does the mind fare
Foolish believers in myth fabled images
Where only a journeying mind might dare
To grasp the lid of the horizon
In a tell tale heart that slowly beats
The moon peeks over the dusk of night
Where the bloody horizon partly meets
Unborn ewes who dream in their mothers wombs
Unaware of the waiting tombs
They are led to slaughter much in likeness
To the tears that stain my mind

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Blurred Concepts"





At times the intensity of the focus
Is so real
It is almost too much to feel
In overwhelming waves
It becomes a blur
Crystal clarity cannot occur
Deep within there is the light
Outer influences do not exist
Staring into blank spaces
Is only part of the gist
Impletion is an evasive dream
No grimoire can remotely complete
The path I walk is a solitary place
Where lies the bittersweet
Salt poured on wounds
Of scars that are healed
To the greater powers
I most humbly yield
No questioning of what has occured
Within my vision of the things that are blurred
It propels me towards a motion that draws
Attached to me and something that gnaws
At the hearstrings that pull at me
Like naive reins
Which steer me relentlessly
Past walls of putrid stains
Which are blurred in slow motion
That briefly appear
Vanishing moments to no avail
In the reflections of the mirror
That allow me to peer into my own soul

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Final Memory of no Regrets"




That spoon was used for afternoon tea
Our conversation was most enthralling
Little did I know like the rising of steam
That the voice from beyond had been calling
There was an odd stillness yesterday
Like a quiet Sunday midmorning
Oddly enough in recognition
The nudging of a gentle warning
That string of pearls she played with
We traded stories and laughter
Oblivious to any stirrings about
Or as to what may be upon the rafter
I now realize that its presence was there
Even so in gentle care
Patiently awaiting to perform the deed
When time becomes irrelevant
Expirations must take the lead
Almost as if in slow motion I watched
As she placed her glasses on the lace
It seemed extremely focused and intentional
As many times before she had done in grace
Then silence befell the room in a hush
There seemed to be no impending rush
The clock ticked by slowly like a metronome
Upon the wall
Bluebirds in the background heard singing
There was no indication in their call
Shafts of sunlight filled the room
Bits of dust seen basking in the light
A peacefullnes fullfilled my heart
In observation of her ascention up the stairs
Bidding me a good night
In finality her door closed
As it had many times
She would not rise again
The ticking clock faithfully chimes
I am afraid to touch those pearls
Or to move the objects upon the table
Hanging on to those last moments
Like a child seduced by some fable
I will have the fond memories
Her face I will see no more
But there is a smile upon my brow
It is also upon my face as I take notice to the floor
Remembering the sounds of her footsteps
Faintly I say faintly in the memory I shall adore

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Smiling Child"


This image is cast upon me
I am drawn to the child
Who is not my own
Then again he is also mine
From all of the seeds that are sown
He comes from a distant race
I look at the smile upon his face
His laughter replaces mine
When there were times I had none
He is content in his pool of water
His innocence is brighter
Than the brightest sun
It is an image to place upon my wall
When I sink down into my deepest of pits
One look at this child
My own mind immedeately admits
Reminding me that although
This child is not my own
Then again he is also mine

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Hidden Thoughts"


Each night is the same
It is a relentless game
I don't remember any faces
It's just the way I make my living
No amount of money can compensate
For what it is that I'm giving
I am numb to being touched
Words spoken to me fall upon
Deaf ears
Nothing can be said to console me
Or to wipe away my tears
Still there is this little girl inside
That does not accept that I have died
Late at night when all is quiet
She speaks to me alone
We remember the innocent days
Before I took on this grindstone
Somewhere in the world I have a mother
She does not know my location
Somewhere in the world I have a brother
He does not know my vocation
Somewhere in the world I have a child
She does not know who I am
Better for her so she has a chance
To grow up an innocent lamb
No longer am I filled with bitter remorse
For what I have chosen to be
A sun sets and frees me from the shadows
From which I cannot flee
There is no God that hears my voice
My pleas fell upon deaf ears
There is no hope for me to cope
Entangled in my own fears
I'm not like the other girls
I don't do drugs or fall in love
Perhaps the little girl inside
Will be my shining dove
Maybe she will lead the way
Down the winding path
I shall escape the willing rape
From animals that grope me in their rath

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Forlorn Mannequin"


Hours ago it turned to night
My wake from the daylight slumber
In a warehouse of mannequins
For I am just a number
Dust gathers about my feet
I look into the dim light
That filters in from the street
Plastic skins surround me
My thoughts confound me
My legs will not allow
Escape from this place
Amongst the mannequin race
Of which I belong
~
I want to sing but cannot speak
I am beautiful but never kissed
Except once I was brushed up against
Gentle human warmth that is remembered
For a brief moment I was touched
Although far from a caress
As he looked back at me momentarily
Before leaving the silent room
Where I sit amongst the others in my gloom

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Smiling Heart"


As if there were always someone waiting
Who's at my back door
Peering in with wide open eyes
As I pace the wooden floor
Deep in thought searching for words
I must set aside my search for now
Impossible to ignore that face at the door
It's time for a break anyhow
So many questions she asks of me
As she sits there upon my porch
It is a special thing asked of me
To be her shining torch
For now I must be her knight in armour
Little does she know I am worse
Than Don Quixote fumbling about
But to her I am the universe
She is the child who lives next door
Another lives down the street
On the other side of town are five more
That I have yet to meet
For some reason I am the magnet
That attracts them to my heart
But gladness is with me every time
Until comes the time to part
It is a time for the mending of wings
A time when the sweet sparrow
Of innocence sings
My ears take in the melody so soft
As I wave them goodby from atop my loft
Remembering all those faces
So impossible to forget

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Ecclesiastes"




This is the clearing where
I made my peace
On that day I will never forget
After three decades plus a few more
Never has there been a single regret
Surrender was made in finality
As I stood on my permissable path
Downtrodden with my own defeat
Tired of my own rath
Several oaths had been made before
But this time was different
It is the one I adore
Finally my decision to open the door
To let the power in
~
I was sat down as if by a mighty hand
Only to be shown my final stand
Peering inside of myself
The crude formation
Of what I had been
In my transformation
Somewhere I had lost my way
Wandering the country day by day
Nobody knew my real name
Just the same-it was only a game
It had all been like a fairy tale
Nothing could be grasped
Like wind in a sail
Stranded along the sanbar
A deserted ship
Hollow on the inside
Blood flows from my bitten lip
The vision and the word
I command unto my own mind
Truth was my inner vision
Now I must make haste to find
A familiar path from long ago
Trodden down with many weeds
Accountability for all of my actions
Humility for all the deeds
Now to see the err of my ways
To spend the rest of my living days
Climbing up that vine of ivy
That takes me back from whence I came
Nothing can ever be the same
I am chained to the words that rule
Placing them carefully in open spaces
It is a constant duel
The words are gifts in restitution
For that which was not replaced
Forevermore to walk carefully
In recompense for my actions in haste

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Fulfilment"


It's not the fact that this vessel's full
But rather what is represents
I placed a coin in it each day
My lover showed intents
To make me smile
To give me joy
To leave a gentle kiss
It is that one coin on the side
For no more coins will fit
It represents the culmination
Of my completed bliss

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Inconsolable Declarations"



My decision to take
A vacation from life
On an indefinite break
Not for the benefit
Of all those I know
But only for my own sake
I am amongst many new piers
There is Sarah who is always in tears
Mr.Benedict who cries out his fears
Then there is Eugene who talks to his hat
I almost forgot Willie who has a pet rat
The rat seems to know more about life
Than Winston who paces the hall
He has been a tenant for thirty three years
He sleeps in the shower stall
Miles hugs an old dead tree
He found on a walk one day
Henry stands upon the wall
It's his idea of play
He talks to himself most of the time
Getting many answers as well
Fred stands on his chair in the corner
Preaching on heaven and hell
Mary jumps with her invisible rope
Its the only way she knows how to cope
Then there is me I am up on the ledge
Observing this circus of loons
Soon it will be their medication time
The ultimate of all the lampoons
Drowsy eyelids as they eat their meal
Dead silence in the dining hall
Soon it will be time for bed
Before they begin to fall
Like dominoes they stand in a stack
Ready to be thrown on top of the rack
They march in single file to the doom of their room
Until sunrise comes when they will resume
The three ring circus again will begin
We are the clowns of the loony bin
But as in the world we are the patients
Who run this institution
To remain here on vacation it seems
Is the only sensible solution

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"False Dreams of the Innocent"


Another runaway who waits for the bus
That heads off to a place on the map
It matters not where the journey ends
It bridges some unseen gap
The reasons for parting seem to be many
Some worse than others I am told
Survival is the name of the game
Only intended for the bold
For those who are meek fall by the wayside
Unless strangers befall them who ask
For nothing in return of what they offer
They are knights of a valiant task
Perhaps some words to turn them home
The offer of a cell phone call
Heading off the possibilities
Of what they may befall
A shepherd finds his lost sheep
And does what he must in order to keep
The preservation of innocent ewes
To head off the wolf that surely pursues
In the aftermath there is always that look
That you seem to feel from above
Is it some sort of a sign being given
Or merely the song of the dove
It is concealed like a hidden treasure
Its revelation never revealed
The knight knows that's how it goes
He has merely enabled his shield
To once again
Defend the virtues of another lost soul

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Mother's Daughter"


I've worked in fields all this day
These few potatoes are my pay
Now I'm willing to give you one
In exchange for a single rose
It's for my mother who waits at home
So if I might propose
She has not had a flower
As far as I recall
She often talks about her days
When she was very small
Her own mother never had
A single rose to touch
In deep regret to never get
A simple gift as such
I cannot go another day
Before I give my mother
A single rose for her to touch
Unlike my own grandmother
I will not have this deep regret
To let my mother know
How much she really means to me
For how I love her so
My only thought is for my mother
I need to see her smile for me
To know her heart is glad
For this I need to see

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Broken Wings"


Helpless from falling
No reply to my calling
I lay here in silence and wait
Will someone come
To lift me up
Is this my chosen fate
It doesn't seem
That in this scheme
My fate should be so cruel
With all my efforts
Here on earth
I have not been a fool
To celebrate I cultivate
Nurturing love in those
Who choose to be
In likeness to me
A wandering heart that glows
Alas I hear some footsteps
There is the faintest light
All my hope has helped me cope
'Til comes my precious knight

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Mourning Man of the Fields"


Searching the treetops rain or shine
My search continues to be world wide
Of course it is for my heart that long ago died
Whilst my brothers who had not yet
Experienced their own puberty
In its yolk the embreo remains unaware
Blood runs coldly from the sunlight
No longer do I acknowledge sounds
Of the crickets
Even when it rains and is accompanied
By frogs whom I used to love
There is no room left in my library
Books upon the shelf will gather dust
Many of them do not contain any words
Unless I decide to allow it to enter
In which case all things return to me
Momentarily there is a hush amongst the reeds
While they allow the wind to pass
It is on the way to other realms
That stretch beyond horizons
Which have not yet been assigned
They are in the blackness of white clouds
That remain concealed for all eternity
Even flies dare not enter
They fear the ceasing of a beating pulse
As do I in unison with the fly
My journey continues in search of
Unicorns that continue to evade me
It is true that every cloud
Has a silver lining
But I am not satisfied
Of course it is over my heart
That long ago died

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Polyphemus"


King Cretheus in death
Has no meaning for me
Many times I have been falsely
Mistaken for an Argonaut
Although I am not
My sheep were misled
And totally enslaved
Little did they know
That in their underbelly
Nobody clung to their wool
Desiring to make escape
Leaving me to fend in blindness
Yet still able to see
My own memory of the sea
From the place where my father resides
Within the waves that defy all time
Poseidon knows my heart
In anger Acis died from my rock
Yet I still am able to find solace
Galatea is still singing forever
That allows me to continue my intercourse
Between my mind and my heart
In the absence of my own sight

~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved