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The mountain of beauty is a sight to behold
It's slender trails and waterfalls
A pure white hawk of immortality
In the echoes it calls
She sleeps in the bosom of nature
Deep crevices that hold the sea
In her arms are the crescent moon
The whispering winds in the tree
Let it be-let it be-can't you see
The untouched beauty of innocent skies
That look upon the meadows below
With graceful virgin eyes
Everything in its own place
Like a child that sleeps in a crib
Listen to the call of the pure white hawk
Taken from the first man's rib
It was meant to stand by his side
Of equal stature and grace
Not below but yet not above
Together in nature's embrace
Standing in the gap as a bridge
That links the world together
Bound unto all upon a great wall
Known as mankind's tether
~Moses~
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His name is the Boogeyman
who hid in the closet
When I was a boy of age eight
After the lights went out at night
He would stay awake and wait
I pulled up my blanket over my head
But I could hear his heavy breath
My father rescued me many times
From the close calls with Boogeyman death
You couldn't depend on him being in the closet
At times he would be under my bed
Waiting for me to hang my legs down
Past the edge of my bedspread
Sometimes he'd hide in the corner of my room
In the shadow of a tree from outside
Or he might be out in the hallway waiting
Just as had been prophesied
I would tap the end of my bed frame
'til our dog heard my call of distress
Here she would come to my bedside
To relieve me from all of my stress
The Springer Spaniel named Dutchess
She was fearless and vicious and bold
Climb under the covers with me Dutchess
Bite the boogeyman if he comes near us
And chase him out into the cold
~Moses~
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Their visitations upon the earth
This time they come as three
Events that occur in these moments
Are observed by recorders
Taking due notice thereof
In acts; be it hate or love
Time travelers who have no words
Who appear like fire birds
In trails of smoke and white fire
They are as if made out of clay
A mold has been broken
A gesture of a token
Sampling the ways of the people
High do they fly above the steeple
Where lightnings jump from rooftops
Carrying voices in the electric waves
Rising up in rebellion
Defying undug graves
Populations grow and are stacked in a row
Fire consumes the bones and flesh
There is no more room for markers
The names that appear have no meaning
Man is leaning upon man
With no power to raise the dead
Comes the day when all will dread
When the sun turns a blood red
The blind will lead the blind
Into the alleys to grind
Their molars will cease
Their pain will increase
The back doors shall be opened
Unto the streets
When the silver cord shall be loosed
The wheel shall be broken at the cistern
The golden bowl shall be broken
Fear shall be found in the way
Where desire shall be no more
The music shall be low
But yet a single beating heart shall grow
All is not lost but shall be at great cost
The sifting is like sand in the wind
~Moses~
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Not withstanding the change in seasons
Below the surface of soil and dust
Seedlings will bear their selves in spring
Sprouting in nature's trust
Many will germinate becoming tall trees
Others will be fragile flowers
Some as corn which yields in the fields
In the life giving springtime showers
Birds that gather straw for their nests
The dam lays her eggs so gently
They turn within their yolks ever so slightly
As skies watch ever so intently
A songbird sings and calls to its mate
Unaware of its own fate
There is no sense of time-they know not age
Or how to sense a storms pending rage
Exposed to the elements fair they may weather
Until their heart beats no more
Death in their eyes beneath the skies
After the children they have bore
~Moses~
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I beg of you sir-madam please
I can no longer stand on my feet
My work in the fields of thirty years
Gathering the winter wheat
Just as my mother had done before
Back to the days of the Czar
Her sisters and mother also worked
They drank from the samovar
From tea leaves gathered in early spring
Mint leaves also were kept
I watched my baby brother in his crib
As he peacefully slept
Little did he know that one day would come
When he would learn the total sum
Now I have worked my fingers
Until they can work no more
I beg of you sir-I am no whore
Just enough for some bread with my tea
To get me off of this desolate street
I want to sleep the peaceful sleep
And die in my silent retreat
I will think of my mother and dream of the days
When we worked in the fields of wheat
When my eyes shall close for the final time
I shall refuse my own defeat
~Moses~
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It's never too late to smell the flowers
Through these tired old eyes
They were planted in spring
At a time with my mother-many years ago
Since that day I have tended
To all their needs and whims
It is the way I connect to mother
As my own sight dims
To close my eyes and imagine
Through the frangrances
That they do bring
Memories of my mother's love
In a long forgotten spring
A ribbon tied into her hair
At her work in the garden
She was like a Shakespearean maiden
In the forest of Arden
~Moses~
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Clicking shoe heels
Upon the cobblestones
Little does the time of day matter
Echoes upon these silent walls
A jumble of senseless clatter
Streams of sunlight-my stomach flutters
She waits for me to quench my fear
Her sweet voice will soon be upon me
Pressing to my ear
Leaping heart deep inside
In this secret I abide
She can not know of it yet
Yea-still though there is no regret
She sees the nakedness of my mind
For I have let her see
Yet there are no words beyond
A certain point where I must flee
Where no one has yet followed
This bramble bush path from whence
My heart shall burn 'til I return
From thickets that are so dense
In places where no other has been
My silence place in retreat
Asleep upon her sweet bosom
Forgetting a past of the bittersweet
~Moses~
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His name is Oscar
He's a sensitive guy
Sometimes he gets so depressed
He's a one man dog who's really a human
Who gets a little obsessed
I tickle his feet with a twist of paper
He looks at me with eyes so wide
All I have to suggest to him
Is that we go outside
It doesnt take long for him to get ready
Once he gets out he wants in
A few bites of food then off to the bed
And that's all he does from therein
Under the covers he sighs in relief
Waiting for his afternoon nap
Oscar is my little buddy
He is quite an amusing chap
Sometimes he lays on his back with his feet
Sticking straight up in the air
Making a hissing noise like a vacuum cleaner
With a grin on his face that is rare
It's a waiting game until nap time is over
Unless it is time for a treat
Then it's time for some fun until he is done
And he is once again beat
No big deal-its nap time again
Oscar is a guy who is clever
Every day is another adventure
He thinks it will go on forever
~Moses~
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The lady of concrete waits in the background
Upon her pedestal she patiently waits
Here in the rain's patter I contemplate
In thought of rain that saturates
As often times my walks in storms
Produce patterns that flow in me
Raindrops are like tapping fingers
Making their intervening plea
Like minute voices who say to me
Get your mind on your life
The beat of a heavy marching tune
To the sound of the drum and fife
An airplane soars in clouds above
As I am below in motion of thought
People walk around me and glance
Knowing my mind can't be bought
Go against the flow baby
Rub against the grain
Emerge from the shell that encompases your hell
In this demeaning relentless rain
~Moses~
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Submerged they ride the crest of waves
Doric columns in ruin
His steed of pace in their embrace
In marble their faces hewn
The mermaid grasps her rider
As jackals gasp in awe
The last of its kind that remains standing
Decay begins to gnaw
In days of yore citizens gazed
They sit now to decompose
In a gallop of wild frenzy
A jaded single rose
In the temple of their minds
Entwined in each forever
Amongst the ruins of Doric columns
In their plight to endeavor
The endless journey that goes forward
Into a place called eternal bliss
Two lovers upon their steed in gallop
Kisses upon eachother's cheek
Neither can ever dismiss
~Moses~
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I like to come here and sit by the ocean
The boats that dot the seascape
This is my place where I forget disgrace
I think of his grace the Pape
There is great strength in his words of hope
I ponder his meanings in my mind
Gulls fly by to let me know
That I'm not hard to find
Still this place gives me solitude
Where I am safe from harsh words
It is wonderful to be by myself
In the midst of the sea and the birds
Little cheese crackers that I share with them
As I dream of the flotila beyond
Where I will sail the many oceans
In my mind where exsists the bond
Of many harbors in many ports
Where no one can know of this time
I will talk in the paradigm language
As I make my solitare climb
Words that are spoken
Their many meanings
Not meant for all to hear
For those who see the real me
They will feel no fear
But they will see the gesture
And regard it as being kind
My feverent prayer is for all
In their journey to find
The real self-their true purpose
I know my journey will be good
I planted the seeds and spoke the words
Doing what I could
Alas there is peace to be found
I am once again upon solid ground
Sailing to and fro upon the oceans within my mind
~Moses~
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On the side of a rock strewn mountain
Sits the elder of trees
Fog acsends to the mountain bends
On a cliff where it must appease
Blades of grass who raise their voice
Complaining to the silent clouds
Solitary flowers who give ear
In small crowds
The single tree who sits as sentinel
Is never regarded
Rather it's exsistence is resented
It is constantly bombarded
Out in the open it fends for itself
Resisting the wind and the rain
It's roots hold it steadily
As it observes the distain
There is no contempt or aversion
Except from the others who bear
They seek shelter under the competition
Never giving a care
The elder tree looks down upon them
Knowing his place by the watery fount
He is the sentinel who watches over all
Equality to all is tantamount
~Moses~
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My friend is always by my side
I love her very much
I think about her day and night
And long to feel her touch
It never occured I'd have a friend
Like this in all my dreams
There used to be a cat I liked
Odd as all that seems
Then one day she went away
My heart grew very sad
I looked for her almost every day
And missed her really bad
Then this little girl was born
I used to watch her in the crib
She looked at me with shiny eyes
I didn't want to like her too much
Just in case she went away like the cat did
And my heart would be broken once again
~Moses~
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In a world of difference
Their minds are innocence
They know not a difference
Except what is taught
Behind closed doors
Where the action is
Can it be the sound of Jazz
On a street filled with people
Of untold cultures
Their future is in the hands
Of the music players
Who decide what tunes will be played
Upon their ears and into their minds
Or will it be the wild sounds
A calliope with horses who have additudes
The platform goes around in circles
Delerium tremors that circumvent the mind
Is it such a hard place to find
Like booze that fills the shoes
As those who walk the streets stumble
I want to see the crack of dawn
With the nooks and crannies shining
Hidden shadows that incubate in someones brain
As I sit on a train and take notice
That nobody is aware of what is around them
Their necks are crooked looking into books
That seem to have no meaning
Others stare as the Ipod hides them
The eyes of the innocent children are looking about
Looking into the eyes of the musicians
Searching for the beat that is in the street
Someone to make sure to tell
That they are not in hell
And that it's safe to feel lonely
Until the new dawn rises where all
Will not recognize
Johnny Come Lately sword bearers
Who refuse to change into humans
In their Prima Donna ways
Eventually there will be those
Who beat their swords into plough shares
Let them keep on staring as I sit on the subway
They know by the look in someone's eyes
That a different beat is in the street
All will croon to the tune
When the notes of the music change
~Moses~
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My tears were silent until you left me
My heart was filled with joy
I already missed you
Before you had parted
It would have been a sin to complain
In the refreshment of the rain
Under the walnut trees
Where there was no unease
To know you were close to me
Until you had to go
I glanced at clouds that took form
Before the impending storm
How could you ever know
My heart had not spoken of it yet
You could not peer into my soul
Nor I into yours
Return unto me and stay
Out of harms way
Look up at the Sea of Tranquility
And know I am glancing at it as well
~Moses~
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She was the girl who lived next door
I've known her most of my life
When we were kids it seemed as if
Our days were filled with rife
We walked the fields and played with frogs
Skipped stones across the pond
She was always better than me
Her ways had gone beyond
What times were had in laughs and smiles
Here I am upon the road
I am miles and miles from home
In my destiny to roam
~
I used to beat up other boys
When they would make her cry
And when they called her names
To see her deeply sigh
I lay awake in bed at night
And wonder of her tears
Upon her pillow she would weep
In that which interferes
She was my solitary friend
Who would meet me around the bend
She would wait by the old post fence
Until I came in times of whence
It was just her smile but it came from her heart
The sun would shine upon her hair
When we were young and innocent
Now she is the lady of fair
~
Upon returning home last moon
The news what she had done
My chances gone in the wind
Her heart belongs to another
The road had gotten tiresome
I had realized where my real love was
It had fled from the place it resided
I was once standing alone in memory
To find that someone kinder
Had stumbled on to find her
It was treasure kept up for me
I wandered the country and traveled the roads
Until it could wait no longer
I will remember in sweet memory
Her heart that was much stronger
Too late to lean upon her shoulder
Or remember the time that we kissed by the boulder
The only picture in my mind
Is that of her sitting upon the fence
Behind the trees in a slight breeze
Down by the stinky creek where we skipped stones
And told eachother about our dreams
~Moses~
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Parched with the spirit's thirst, I crossed
An endless desert sunk in gloom,
And a six-winged seraph came
Where the tracks met and I stood lost.
Fingers light as dream he laid
Upon my lids; I opened wide
My eagle eyes, and gazed around.
He laid his fingers on my ears
And they were filled with roaring sound:
I heard the music of the spheres,
The flight of angels through the skies,
The beasts that crept beneath the sea,
The heady uprush of the vine;
And, like a lover kissing me,
He rooted out this tongue of mine
Fluent in lies and vanity;
He tore my fainting lips apart
And, with his right hand steeped in blood,
He armed me with a serpent's dart;
With his bright sword he split my breast;
My heart leapt to him with a bound;
A glowing livid coal he pressed
Into the hollow of the wound.
There in the desert I lay dead,
And God called out to me and said:
'Rise, prophet, rise, and hear, and see,
And let my works be seen and heard
By all who turn aside from me,
And burn them with my fiery word.'
~
Longing for spiritual springs,
I dragged myself through desert sands ...
An angel with three pairs of wings
Arrived to me at cross of lands;
With fingers so light and slim
He touched my eyes as in a dream:
And opened my prophetic eyes
Like eyes of eagle in surprise.
He touched my ears in movement, single,
And they were filled with noise and jingle:
I heard a shuddering of heavens,
And angels' flight on azure heights
And creatures' crawl in long sea nights,
And rustle of vines in distant valleys.
And he bent down to my chin,
And he tore off my tongue of sin,
In cheat and idle talks aroused,
And with his hand in bloody specks
He put the sting of wizard snakes
Into my deadly stoned mouth.
With his sharp sword he cleaved my breast,
And plucked my quivering heart out,
And coals flamed with God's behest,
Into my gaping breast were ground.
Like dead I lay on desert sands,
And listened to the God's commands:
'Arise, O prophet, hark and see,
Be filled with utter My demands,
And, going over Land and Sea,
Burn with your Word the humane hearts.'
I wear the mask for ease in my task
I am the faceless voice of words
Who visits them upon their ears
My face is not hidden from my fears
But rather from those who read the prose
There can be no point of reference
In my being
I am the unbiased part of the soul
Which can be a delivery of light
Or an executioner's helper
Upon the timeless clock
Perhaps by chance the axe man's block
In the rotation of motion
Upon its own axis in the commotion
Circumference gives way to depth
There is no measurement of time
In the limelight of visions of the inept
Quickly goes out the flame that flickers
Extinguished before curious eyes
Who procrastinate on which path to take
The words are right and most agreeable
Action speaks louder than words
To post a snipet and mention love
Because it is the fashionable way
What is true love but a steadfast
Following of a commandment
Not to cause insult to the Origins of Life
In any manner of which it may seem
It is either in variance or in harmony
There can be no in between
Murder is commited in many ways
Causing death to someone's mind
Theft can be done
In stealing away the dignity
In the infinity
Of all that exsists under the sun
Until the last day is done
Where there can be no more
Man has become his own whore
In a plain toned voice like that
Of something between a childs utter
It is a flat unemotional voice of reality
Without justification it must be accepted
There can be no bargains struck
For the voice is the smokeless fire
In an unending pyre
Of the fools smoke that rises
Unto all that comprises
Worship of false ideologies
Is as if in its place
We lend to our disgrace
In material possessions
Of which none have to do
With the beauty of the mind
Which many will never find
We are all cast upon the sea
To find the place to be
Give harken unto the written words
Carried in on the wings of birds
Laid upon the naked feet
Innocent as a lamb's bleat
Some will curse its exsistence
Others will indulge in resistance
Very few will ever accept
Yet all will be inept
Unless it is done under the sun
A revelation is laid upon the mind
All should hope to find
For the sacrifice made unto mankind
In the Origins of Life upon the earth
That came from another place
Which was laid upon the human race
What is done unto one another
Is to the disgrace of the original Mother
Yet it is not of late quite yet
There is still time to get
It can be done right in the righteous fight
Why bother with words upon deaf ears
Everyone hears just fine
But chooses to ignore the writing upon the walls
~Moses~
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Up the stairways path
In my own rath
Daggers in my eyes
I must wear my disguise
Simple words that are too strong
For absorption by the masses
Separation always exsists
Between the many classes
Ascending up the stairs
People who are in the street above
Who profess love
The psychopaths blend in
To hide among the cultures
Fancy words upon paper
Like teething vultures
They cannot feel real emotion
With exception to primal fear
The rest is wrapped around it
Although they seem sincere
Always a work that will be revealed
For all their own sake
Much is concealed
They would take such work and make
Weapons with words so they can take
Innocent hearts who know no better
Of the exsistence of the psuedo fakes
Who climb on as parasites
Hiding in the shadows like hungry snakes
In the pit where they shall slither
To and fro upon the Earth
Their personalities shall wither
For there is no emotion
They cannot feel
Only through the acceptance of others
Yea! Though they have also mothers
But they cannot feel real love
Blood is upon the pure white dove
As it falls to the ground below
Death is in its wings
Believe not the whiporwill
Hear not unto the song it sings
Remain in the places below the city
Do not allow your own self pity
To indulge in the missing parts of a brain
Listen for the sound of the departing train
Their goal is to make a smoke screen
To cause a rift between
What is real love but a respect
As an insect
Is pulverized into the pavement
Much as a mans dreams are done
When the true battle is won
Mind over matter-matter over mind
Fear not and you will find
Dead eyes that look through space
All can see it in their face
A corpse with a beating heart
That does not give so that all may live
But absorbs all in its path
To circumvent their own rath
They thrive off the energy of others
Social vampires who steal the mind
No idea is safe from their resentment
It is their path to total contentment
Living off of others dreams
Beware of their impending schemes
Cast salt into their eyes
Offer them only stale urine to drink
So that they may return to the bowels
Of the earth from whence they came
~Moses~
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Won't you come and sit with me
Upon this wall of stone
I am the child of innocence
Of my father's blood and bone
Won't you tell me stories
Of things I want to hear
Tell me of the worldly things
And how it must appear
I won't comprehend too much
But still I'll gladly listen
As we sit and laugh and talk
And in my eyes will glisten
It's not hard to please me
A smile is quite enough
I am the precious jewel
A diamond in the rough
~Moses~
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So much pent up emotion inside
Beyond this veil of silken black
Rapid eye movement sleep evades me
My constant vigil to take up the slack
All things in order as it should be
Ne'r is there time for a smile
Deep sensual orgasm is an afterthought
Placed in a heap upon the pile
Outward appearances are closely watched
To keep me from peering inside
The inner child remains in prison
Its cries muffled and cast aside
Decathect is the chosen exsistence
It is much easier that way
Nobody sees my tears
Emotions are kept at bay
So as never to betray
All things in order and neatly arranged
In perfect lines in perfect rows
Inside a part has died
Nobody else knows
Of my inner woes
In observance I see children
Who walk down the street
That I will never know
I must be discreet
To keep my anger at bay inside
There is no real God who has seen when I cried
A leap of faith is a fools way
I cannot feel any amount of pity
As I peer out my window with no place to go
In this unpredicatable place of my own solitude
In the concrete walled silent city
Where skyscrapers have no personality
Neither do the windows that are peered through
I have condemned my womb to doom
Exit stage left when comes my queue
Twenty seven skips to the tune of skidoo
~Moses~
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This is my place of refuge
Although in the silence of water
No amount of it can make me clean
Since the time of the gentle lamb's slaughter
In the shearing of sheep amongst the bleating
I was a newborn ewe
I heard the cries of the others
Who met with their rendevous
Shaven clean in chilled air
In the dew filled meadow trench
Wolves in sheeps clothing lurked
My fists remained in tight clench
In other places I was loosed
The wolves were ravenous in their way
In dire memory under the clouds
Of that unmerciless day
The flow of blood gives its stream
To the nightmare within a dream
My place of refuge in the water
Inside myself I scream
~Moses~
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Capture a soul lost in rapture
Mingled with the flaming fire
Taken from the scrying
Let it die upon the heap
Words that linger
That will not keep
A light burns late in candle flame
Flickering spark within the mind
The juggernaut remains
In all that distains
Moving forward with brute force
In the only way it knows
To let it run its course
Many souls that will keep
In the eons of time
Under the skies filled with stars
They bear the many scars
The apothecary ponders
Simplistic minds that do not feel
Naked flesh with no elasticity
Flacid refusal to reveal
It is crass upon the nested furrows
Pretentiously forbidding as it grows
Nourishment is rejected for its own sake
Self pity as it grinds upon the stake
It abolishes its ownself
In fruitless actions that betray the mind
Struggling to understand the equation
In the utter persuasion
Alchemists search for ways
To turn them into gold
In never ending bittersweet days
The pendulum swings to either side
Like a metronome in its own beat
Endless clicking to the mechanical noise
Chaff that grows amongst the wheat
It remains in frozen poise
In pious ways of its defeat
In the vortex of a journey
In the tangled web of deceit
Fear not for the crying souls
Who reside submerged in vessels
At the mercy of a turning world
~Moses~
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Across the great expanse of time
In fiords on an ocean's rift
Broken dreams in forgotten themes
Upon the waters my hopes will drift
From seashore edges to mountaintops
On slopes where I may sit
A reflection of recollection
Sudden evenings in moonlit
Passage ways upon my mind
In hopes that I will never find
An end to thought in my reaction
To life and nature's attraction
I am but a lonely soul
At the mercy of earthly power
I sit upon the throne of grace
Inside the stately tower
Where I listen and closely watch
Ways that life may unfold
My conscience now at mankind's feet
And place my trust at His threshold
~Moses~
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My mother searched the countryside
To look in places I might hide
Her journey would end to no avail
Her fingers numb-her face so pale
Her only child who wandered
Of whom she hoped to find
Down those winding tracks she walked
The many roads that wind
A twisting motion in her steps
Might she prevail in the end
I hide from her in all my places
To her love that I do send
Turn back dear mother was my message
You cannot look and see me now
Not this way in light of day
This my heart will not allow
And her reply was in my eye
She sent her thoughts of love
She would not go away
Until the call came from above
She walks and chases after me
From shining mount to lulling sea
Her song is heavy on my mind
For in her hopes are she will find
I know her love for me is deep
But I pray that she will keep
A picture of me in her mind
Her hopes that she will find
A facsimile of what I was
Before I tasted devil's brew
If only mother understood
If only mother knew
Her search will fail to bring me home
I will stay-destined to roam
I sent a message but I lied
Telling her that I had died
Now she sits upon the steps
Near her lonely porch
She silently weeps for my return
And holds the burning torch
~Moses~
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In the midst of crowds I am still lonely
Alone I am in the crowds of the street
Lights are glaring-horns are blaring
My feet are pounding the cold concrete
The clucking noise of a thousand geese
Who gather in Central Park
I feel closer to them than to people
The geese will eventually disembark
They will ask no questions and tell no lies
From this I can watch and learn
As they form the familiar triangle
Becoming specks in the sky
Until their return
The weaker and oldest remain at the rear
To enjoy the created airstream
The leaders provide in their graceful glide
In nature's grand scheme
For this I walk the streets in solitare
I have no flock to follow
There are no leaders in glide for us
My world feels as if it is hollow
~Moses~
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Nothing exists except for my eyes
I sit in the darkness of my soul
Nothing resembles the world I am in
This is the grand wormhole
Out in space where no direction exsists
Not even time resists
There are no words or spoken language
Detachment from even the stars
Where there is no body shackled to me
There can be no exsistence of scars
Pain can neither feel death
For there is no breath
I cannot cry or even die
It is the megadeath
The atomic chain reaction within my mind
Where the clucking is upon the cuckold stool
There can be no genius where there is no fool
Andromeda is far off in the distance
And I may not loose the bands of Orion
Or come to know the morning star
My heart hides in the cluster of Pleiades
I am the concealed one of the seventh star
~Moses~
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Ivory the rat isn't scared of the cat
She'll nip him on the nose
She sleeps in the quilt upon my bed
She is the white primrose
She nibbles on corn and pieces of cheese
If you listen closely she snores
I call her like a dog and she comes scampering
Across my wooden floors
Her sister Ebony hides in my quilt
Until I call her as well
Unless we decide to take a nap
She's the curious madamoiselle
Sometimes they yawn-sometimes they sleep
Both of them snore just a bit
They wait in their cage until I get home
And then it is lickety split
Into their house-they play hide and seek
Until it is time to come out
They want to play by the bars on their cage
And make funny faces with their snout
~Moses~
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A single flower blooms for me
It tells me life is still worth living
Many roses never bloom
But come back in reliving
Their seed will spread to give instead
Another bulb will thrive
When life is devoid of energy
No hope of yet to revive
A single flower will reveal
Itself in all of life's own zeal
To gaze upon it's gentle petals
Revealing all its beauty
Tears shall flow for thee will know
Nature has its duty
The world turns in strange ways
In many times it brings sad days
Without the sadness there is no joy
And for this it must employ
The single flower shows its power
Upon its gentle gaze
~Moses~
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He's a big dive bomber
Who flies through the air
Without a moments notice
He will dive
Sometimes you'll find him
Sitting on a pier
Better feed him some minnows
Or he'll give you some jive
Don't mess with that pelican
Old baldy will get you
Sooner or later in the air
Before you know it
He will baptise you properly
The evidence will be in your hair
~Moses~
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This is death in solitude
Blowing winds by darkened skies
Against a wheat field which thrives
Death is quietly wise
Silent in its own exsistence
It comes not until the time
When it has been called
To mete out its purpose
In the unfamiliar paradigm
Doth it enter the intellect
To have a moment or two
It sits in the minds of all it takes
In retrospect of what it must do
Delivery of what it must
To know death you may trust
Is not a fearful thing to know
When the time has come to go
She will extend her hand so slightly
No spoken words as if to say
I will hold your hand in mine
This journey is my ballet
It merely is a migration
From womb to tomb in lands
Tombs unfold back into wombs
Life always commands
Reciprication of many sorts
Another day will come
A chapter ends-another begins
Rebirth is the total sum
~Moses~
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Even angels cried this day
For he was gifted to the people
Ebeneezer Baptist Church
The place without a steeple
Sweet Auburn where leaves on trees
Seemed to bend their way
Towards the place of the black race
Where the sun shined each day
Spoken words of eloquence
That fell upon deaf ears door
Until there were no more spoken
And then forever more
The dream was seen and realized
A helping hand he gave
Now we take for granted all
His words we do not save
It is merely just a day
In which some recieve their pay
For work that's done under the sun
While some will curse him under their breath
But still take payment in honor of his death
He was the man who had the plan
Bend a knee and bow your head
Is your mind really that dead
He still resides in the hearts of many
It's hard to forget a friend
Just a moment of your time
Of good thoughts you might send
People like that don't happen often
Get your mind on life and out of your coffin
~Moses~
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"We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly."
The radiator clangs in the middle of the night
The refrigerator hums along
I'm writing words in lucid sleep
Listening to the combos song
Sweet moonlight enters in through the window
A cat meows loudly on the rooftop
At least there are no flies around today
Who try to eavesdrop
Papers on the table from a scribbling whim
Coffee stained a bit with the odor of tobacco
The radio plays stale music
In the middle of this metropolis burough
Sebastian Leone was a good man
Long gone from his place in power
He only appears as a name in memory
No less than a wallflower
A bird in a cage causes a ruckus
It is forgotten most of the day
Except for my voice through the walls
I have nothing else to say
I am the invisible friend of the bird
Who listens for my voice
To break the silence of monotony
There is no other choice
Everything is in a cage of sorts
Even the ideas on tables
Ideas grow stale-principles become frail
Inspiration to go on with the fables
Clattering fists pounding upon my mind
The crowds cannot resist temptation
It is kind of like masturbating buzzards at the door
Who demand that I spend the duration
Invoking spirits to enter my brain
To jump on and then off of the moving train
I want to become a bramblebush
That wanders the praries freely
~Moses~
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Arbeit Macht Frei
The gate with the lie
The place of hell
Where all will die
Whether in body or in mind
It shall claim all who enter
They tried to claim mens souls
The pileage of the great tormentor
The yellow star upon the arm
Until the tattoo ink shall flow
Numbers upon arms of flesh
The masses continue to grow
Decayed flesh that rots in ditches
The Yellow Star still remains
The reminder in times that are kinder
Denial of the truth runs aloof
It tells not of the pains
Destruction of souls in ovens
Shoveled bones in undertones
Silent buildings stand
Where was the killing hand
History tries to remove the scar
Yet remains the Yellow Star!
~Moses~
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Dustfilled shafts of sunlight
Penetrate the rails
In wait for the trains rolling motion
When all else fails
Roaring in the shadows
A recollection of thoughts
In silence upon the platform
Music from the calliope in the distance
It is only music that is meant for my ears
In my weeping of tears
Only I can see what is put before me
In silence I keep the images to myself
Then place them upon the shelf
Into the archives amidst the shafts of sunlight
That permeate the wooden platform
As I wait upon the beast of steel
To roll along the plains
I am destined to be like an uprooted tree
Spreading its branches for all to see
The seasons of my mind
~Moses~
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You got a problem?
This is my porch
Oh you want to pass?
Not just yet bud-you got anything for me to eat
Hey-watch your feet
I been around here for quite awhile
All the worms in the yard are mine too
I'm not afraid of you
Up yours buddy and your dog also
Oh-your putting up a feeder filled with seeds
And a bird bath for my needs
Oh well I guess its ok for you to be here
Just remember who was here first
I got babies to raise in my nest
I won't be coerced
The last ones who lived here fed me well
They kept their cat inside
Once I pecked that cat on his ear
I could have sworn I saw a tear
Emitted from his swollen eye
Ok buddy-hello and goodbye
Welcome to the neighborhood
~Moses~
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By the shores in contemplation
The tides lapping the waves
Upon my feet
They are discreet
Knowing what my soul craves
Where sky and ocean shall meet
Enveloping me in its cradled space
Of all the songs where my heart longs
I can never hope to embrace
The slightest whim of nature's ways
Its sheltered plan regenerates
Energy flows in many directions
It always seems to correlate
Beginning to end where neither flows
All are one and in the same
There is no darkness without light
There is no quenching of the flame
Desire burns to those who know
Gentle are the ways
In graceful days
As creation plays adagio
~Moses~
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Cultures of people gathered about
A bouquet of humans who feel and see
Everywhere in our daily lives
At every level of degree
Without the difference in our presence
The absence of variety
Streets would be barren and silent
In a limited society
Every flower under the sun
Recieves what it needs to exist
All that is done under the sun
Has the right to persist
Until its roots have taken hold
Its foliage shall be bold
To take the extra when it is in need
It shall overcome the greed
To block its growth in its own being
It shall survive the test
Until it shall flourish as was intended
This is the promise to the oppressed
~Moses~
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Maddening crowds jeering a name
Adversity will be the ending fate
An entire nation hypnotized
Effectively attempting to cultivate
He could have raised his hand to good
But chose to fill his own desire
Burning books and ideas
Upon the bonfire
Megalomania ruled the day
In such a magnificent way
Upturning his hand to direct the masses
In all that surpasses
Hidden meanings to reach a goal
That could never hope to be reached
Lies and death under his breath
Were what he piously preached
A nation laughed and changed its ways
Until the ending of its days
When all its places lay in decayed desolation
No more words from the oration
Upon the podium of fates he stands
A nation in denial of soiled hands
Covered alibis of all who participated
Discovering that their cause was underated
All things are soon to be forgotten
In the light of a new day of all begotten
Sons are not liable for the sins of their fathers
A generation of corruption passes into oblivion
And dissapears into the smoke that rises
~Moses~
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Her name is Ebony
She's my favorite
I like the way she plays
She waits for me to come home
And never ceases to amaze
The things she does
Are pretty funny
She's one of my close friends
When I call her she comes scampering
And often she intends
To remain outside of her little cage
To snooze upon my quilted bed
Until I pick her up gently
And place her on my head
She jumps right off into her cage
Then looks around a bit
Then its off to bed she goes
Until I will permit
Her next time out when she will play
And run around the room
But first she must get her treat
She lifts me from my gloom
For all the ways a little thing
Can bring me such a smile
Ebony my rodent friend
Has made my life worthwhile
~Moses~
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Playin' the tunes as they come to me
Harmonica Man is what they call me
I started out playin' when I was a boy
Down on the Mississippi Delta
Chopped that cane all day long
Played my harmonica all night long
Heard that music in my head
All day long and all night long
It kept things buzzin' in my head
Even when momma was layin' in bed
Don't know how to play by note
Plenty o' them songs that I have wrote
Used that harp to get my girl
Used that harp to pay my way
Used that harp to say what I wanted to say
Down in them towns where I used to play
Pure music flowin' from the Mississippi mud
I'll play til the music won't play no more
~Moses~
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Now she's mad
I don't blame her
She came down all this way
To get me and take me home
From my place in New Orleans
Three more days are all that's left
She agreed to ten days with me
I listen to the jazz which reminds me of her
I been roaming four months now
I want to get lost in the music by the sea
I want her to be in the music with me
Down in the Quarter where my soul survives
The music in my heart that revives
Three more days-today is seven
Then it will be time for me to leave heaven
It's not so bad in the other place
At least she's there to steady my pace
I don't want to grow up and forget
The place where the music plays
My lady is my song though I must admit
Who fills my waking days
In this place without a care-it is my love affair
On the street where I feel the beat
Electrical impulses invade my body
I can deeply feel every note played
And all it may embody
The music and my lady are part of my soul
To do and be done are part of my role
I will keep the music of the streets in my head
And return to home and sleep in my own bed
My lady will be my music for me
I will smoke my cigarettes and caress her hair
And think of New Orleans and the love affair
Since I was a young boy on a roll
Looking for the place to fill my soul
I got three more days to be myself
With the music and my lady under the sun
Before this roll I'm on is done
~Moses~
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In retrospect I am a man
Who does alot of thinking
I am my mother's child
In shallow depths of sinking
To reach the end as I search
Vast arrays of prisms
Those who oppose as I rose
To voices of the schisms
Colors that were not yet discovered
I saw in visions clearly
I am also my father's child
In whom I loved so dearly
Blood runs thickly through my veins
I am the flesh that thrives
Walking amongst all that flourishes
That either withers or survives
In darkness I contemplate
What I will do in light
My mind and heart shall meld together
Into primary insight
~Moses~
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When I was thirteen mother died
The rung I clasped by her left side
Closest to where her heart laid
Memories of her shall not fade
Brother and sister stood nearby
Filled with tears and sorrow
Under skies of coldest grey
In fields made of yarrow
Time had seemed to stand still
A fight against my inner will
Her burden was light for she was frail
A slight lifting of the veil
Where I could peer beyond horizons
A view of yonder days
I walk the path without her voice
In the silent maze
All that looks down upon me
For I am small indeed
With humble heart the journey ends
All my hopes and dreams were dashed
For this I must concede
I will rise above my rank
My slow ascent where I must go
To meadows where my mother's voice
Can clearly be a guide
In my mind she lives so brightly
As if she never died
~Moses~
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Hard to believe not long ago
But how could anyone really know
We used to be such good friends
We laughed and played all day
Then he got dad very angry
With nothing more to say
I told him to apologize
Or life would be uncertain
No more deals-no more laughs
No more Haliburton
He would not listen to no avail
I tried my best to remedy things
But dad insisted I spank him hard
Until his body swings
I miss my friend so much these days
In utter sad reflection
What the hell is that horrible smell
It's the stench from my election
~Moses~
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