Saturday, October 10, 2009


A carpet of flowers that leads to a place
Where branches of trees like arms reach out
Towards all those who approach with gentle care
Cultures of trees like cultures of people
Of many races and many tongues
That flourish under the warmth of the sun
Stalks of wheat that reach to a sky
Until the day is given to the moon
A bouquet of flowers represents the many
Species who inhabit the earthen planet
Such is the variety of existence
In an endless journey over a horizon
Where time and distance have no rule

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

"Walking the Streets"

The conglomeration of lights
Dance about me
Some are bright
Others are dim
In the street walking great distances
Searching for something
Though I know not exactly what it is
Perhaps a lonely cat
Who just so happens to catch my eye
Or roosting pigeons
Who oddly huddle together
On a remote window ledge
Barely visible to a passerby
Sirens are heard in the distance
Then there is the hollow sound
Of the tires on the street
A light rain has finished
Now the streets are barely damp
I can feel the surface of the sidewalk
Grabbing at the soles of my shoes
Then there is the yaw in my heel
Followed by a familiar creak
Nobody gives any notice
It's after midnight
And the city slumbers
Yet here I am with my own thoughts
For with them I shall stay
In the city that slumbers
After midnight
On barely damp streets
After the rain

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, September 23, 2009


This is the end of the world as I know it
A breeze flows through my long fur
Behind me my master watches intensely
Focused on the mounts in the distance
Unaware of the surrounding resistance
The clouds as pillows
Some of which I have rested upon
In my daytime dreams
Odd as all this seems
I have brought my master to this place
Rather than him bringing me
What does he know of such places
Or of voices that rise from the sea
Feint echoes that ring out
It is far from silence to my ear
Hearing that which calls out to me
Upon these plateaus in the wind that blows

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Thursday, September 17, 2009

"Closed Eyes Open"

Small sparks go off inside my head
My energy draws them
In the meditation of my fixation
Overflowing thoughts revive
That which is inside
It has relied
On the interjection of flowing energy
That emanates from my soul
Such living things that enclose me
In their closeness I have come to know
A journey into places unfolded
On the path where few can go
Quickly things go by that are only meant to be seen
Kept unto myself for preservation
In my own determination
To see that such things continue free
In my deepest secrets
They can only be revealed
To those who have a zeal
Gifted with an ability to see

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Thursday, August 27, 2009

"Dreaming in the Park"

Reading the New York Times
In Central Park's chaos
Those dreams of billowing cloud forms
A thousand miles away
Under the tall pines
Feint odors of burnt diesel exhaust
Stinging the nostrils
Drills puncture the earth
Searching for oil
Fossil fuel muffles the sound
Of screaming dinosaurs
That drive the forces
Of scouring winds
Causing wilting flowers
That die in the autumn breeze
Upon the lake that's traveled
A swan's breath is seen
Forming in the mist
Of grappling fog embracing trees
Not far off are the quiet fields
Where myths are born

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

"Memories Revealed"

In a dream I shall feel
through splendid cities flowers of ink;
mad with love on each skull;
like dragonflies threading
of black devils and black wolves!

In a great bronze chariot
oh flower-flesh.
- its coolness on my feet
the flowers that you picked.
For these cracked brains
in each soft corner.
- from violet forests:
where the stars are sleeping.

The black gallows moan
on the calm black water
under the light
of her great veils rising
the great dreaming swan but endless;

I cared nothing for all,
in the long violet coagulations
of sour apples
pale-eyed muzzles of snorting oceans
into burning funnels
devoured by vermin

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Tuesday, August 25, 2009

"Crossing Over"

Urban noise in the air
Suspension cables
Giant harp strings
Slung into service
With no song to be heard
Wafting odor
Ocassional stench mixed
With oil and smog
Trudging onward in the morning
In observance of fog floating
Others who walk beside me
Soem are out in front
While others are behind
Refusal to make eye contact
In the shadow of the bridge
A relic of beauty
Supporting all that cross over
Whom take its presence for granted
Dwarfed by the city of its birth
Naked skyscrapers looming
Headlights serving as thousands of eyes
All crying in the congestion
Winking traffic lights
Switching from red to amber to green
It moves slowly in the noise
The giant harp strings never tremble
Only when realization creeps in
Is the desire to retreat evident
Into the safety of the bridge
That leads to roads in both directions

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Monday, August 24, 2009

"Concealed Observer"

Hidden in the tall grass
Able to see
All that is before me
Though surrounded
My hiding place allows
Vantage points;
In seclusion
Removed from all chaos
The delusions of grandeur
Safely at their distance
Over such horizons
Their shadows are observed
In the noise they thrive
In places where the feet
Beat the street
Beyond the tall grass
Where I hide in the womb
Of tranquility

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Friday, August 21, 2009


Living in the shadows
Within its own concept
A somber feline thrives
Behind a mask which filters
Sunlight in a place
Where words have no meaning
Phrases are spoken
That drift into darkness
Upon deaf ears
In a secret world
Safe from prying eyes
That might otherwise
Through cause and effect
Alter the delicate balance
Achieved in earnest silence
Dedicated to what is needed
To keep the daily watch
Upon my own spirit
That lives within the heart
In pursuit of dreams
Concealed inside the mind

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

"Final Destination"

Walking in fields of wild heather
Two fine gentlemen out for a hunt
Their two companions ahead of them
Sheamus the leader in front
Doyle holding the dogs at bay
McGuarty walks briskly in stride
Discussions about the way it was
In Ireland before they had died
One tells the other of how far they walked
The other declares he walked farther
Doyle was related to the Queen
McGuarty used to know King Arthur
All in a day of endless talks
Each defending their name
Without such drama what would life be
It would never be the same
Two friends who now walk in eternity
In an everlasting sun
Each day they walk together
In a friendship that is never done

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Friday, August 7, 2009

"Confinement of Escape"

Unable to intervene for myself
Viewing my life in this space
Animalistic memories of survival
Of which there is no legible trace
Peeling walls envelop my body
Sleep my escape into sweetness
Mulling it over within the confines
Of a detached mind unable to show sympathy
Even for myself
As I grind upon my own thoughts
Never seeming to wonder
Where the beast within resides
Weather and days are of no concern
In the confines of my survival
Refusing to become victim
I rise to the occassion
Lifting myself from the place
Where I once groaned
Upon the high wall is my abode
Far from the reaches
Of those who would place me on display
In a world where language
Has no more meaning
Than the setting of a rising sun
Now the gain is my mastery
Taking what I need to keep
My mind afloat in the unforgiving sea
That it might coax me
In my plight to escape its evil clutches

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Thursday, August 6, 2009

"Nature's Way"

Snuffed out candle
Of something loved
Betwixt a crow and a morning dove
One takes flight it never returns
The other comes back
To the heart which yearns
Smoldering wick in the darkened room
Where the flame once brightly burned
The soul grieves in autumn leaves
Newborn flowers not yet turned
Sown seeds firmly planted
Into waiting soil
Next spring when birds sing
Show results of past tence toil
Boughs of trees bending in wind
Seem to lean in season
A sun that slumbers
Giving in to reason
Days pass slowly
The moon pleasant to the eye
Faithful appearance each night
Never questioning why
As expected it is just there
To calm a grieving heart
All healing comes in its own good time
Over coming all despair

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

"Troll Celebration"

We celebrate life in the brier patch
Far from prying eyes
Remotely situated
Life is beautiful
In so many ways;
Below the surface
Where it resides
Deep within the heart
Even though the surface
Pleasant to the eye
Where light dances
Upon moonbeams and in the sun
We do not question
Where its source is
Rather to enjoy its presence
As each day goes by

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Deep within these solemn walls
Cloistered from a world which turns
Inside of myself are words of rhythm
In the flame that intensely burns
On fog filled nights when all is quiet
It seems to be my best
Addiction to the written words
That haunt me in my quest
Inescapable visions clutter in my mind
On my journey through this life
In search of things I may not find
Hope still resides within my heart
Behind these solemn walls
Of such things that each day brings
In cluttered silent halls
I walk with my visions
Hand in hand
Entering into unknown places
Knowing I am blessed in many ways
To last me to my ending days
Under the guidance of something
Beyond my understanding
In a world that's ever growing
In a universe which is forever expanding

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The storm suspicously lingers
By the nearby shore
From the essence within
Such emotions shall pour
Every tempest has its own heart
Upon observation it reveals
Inner most thoughts although inanimate
Coming out in the way that it feels
Here at the crest where it slightly forms
Far from where the tides mark
In the form of what it shall be
The spirit of the great white shark
Not meant for all to see
Only a chosen few
Within the clutches of its cloud formed teeth
Shall it attempt its coup
Unto all that lies beneath

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Monday, August 3, 2009


Over a century has passed since then
When whaling fleets would roam
She first appeared at starboard bow
Amidst the brine and foam
She could not speak our language
But let out shrill like squeals
Reminding me of life on the Pribilofs
Amongst the many seals
Her vain attempts to warn us
Impending storms beyond
Far off over our horizon crest
This strange yet human bond
Eyes were fixed upon her
None had seen the like
Of anything with such beauty
Moonbeams upon her strike
Slender hands of glistening silver
Large wide eyes of deepest green
Our eyes met briefly before the tempest
I thought her to be tween
Skies turned black within the calm
I held her stare within my palm
Rolling waves lashed out with force
Dashing upon our struggling ship
Consumed within the storm
Within its mighty grip
All hands went down that day
Save myself and one other mate
Grappling with the capsized dinghy
Hoping to change our fate
Yet the maiden of the sea
Who risked her life for ours
I scanned the endless sea before me
What seemed like countless hours
Her haunting eyes pierced me
Yonder an island ahead
With no sexton in use that night
Unknown to all I'd dread
Upon the island in its wake
I spied a motionless frame
It was the maiden of the sea
Upon the rocks we came
Then she was within my grasp
Soon resting in my arms
A deep gash upon her temple
Riveted with her charms
We soon found camp in solid caves
I feared would be our final graves
Strewn about was scattered wood
Flickering flames that calmed our shivers
Down to marrow in our bones
But thankful unto He who delivers
The warming sun was hidden
There we slept for what seemed days
Gathering our thought as I tended to her
Studying her peculiar ways
We kept her skin moist with our shirts
Watching over her day and night
Feeding her fish we ground to meal
Her movements ever so slight
A century has passed since then
Her health improved with time
I carried her back to the waiting sea
Her eyes affixed upon me
Most of our sunken ships provisions
Had landed upon our shore
My ships mate now long gone
In days of yester yore
As for myself It seems
I haven't aged a day
Gathering from my inner thoughts
It must be from the way
She still brings me strange green kelps
Of which I make a stew
Each day I wake from my slumber feels like anew
She sings to me-my only friend
Yet we have love in our hearts
Wherein can we make our nest
Amidst the waves
Or upon land
Therein the divide which parts

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Thursday, July 30, 2009

"Approaching Friend"

It first began out of curiosity
Watching them strut in the sand each day
They never seemed to say very much
In their own peculiar way
Then one day this crow shows up
Seems like he wants new friends
Three gulls walking in silence
With an outsider who pretends
Each day goes by
This odd procession
In the distance of crashing waves
Will they accept him into their circle
To satisfy what he craves

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

"In The Doghouse"

You ate all the cookies
Except the last one
And smoked my last cigarette
Yes I am angry
I will hide a box of cookies
In my glovebox
Cigarettes will be plentiful
They will be stashed
In the garage somewhere
From now on eat your own cookies
Smoke your own cigarettes
Let me wash the dishes for you
Empty the garbage
Mow the lawn and put gas in your car
I want to make life easier for you
But you cross the line
When you eat all the cookies
And smoke all of my cigarettes
I like your mother
Don't worry
Everything else is fine

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"What Pours From Fire"

Tumbling rhythms about in my brain
Octaves smoking in constant dilemma
Notes that play amongst tinkling cymbals
All arriving at the piano's feet
Yet I can feel that down home beat
Like it used to be in New Orleans
Where I stood on the corner and listened
In my torn blue jeans
Down in New Orleans
Where the music was sweet
How it caressed my ears and brought me to tears
Quenching my desires
In my self inflicted pain
And the tears
Yes the tears which flowed
When nobody was looking
Or sometimes they were
But I didn't care
The energy and the spirit
That flowed in the street
How my heart was captured
In the pounding of those notes
In spite of the demons
Or the evil that gloats
Upon my shoulder as I witnessed
The smoking piano that blared out the songs
Making all of the rights in my life
The opposite of wrongs
Sweet smelling incense mixed with familiar body odors
Smiling faces with piercing teeth
Enveloping me and expelling my grief
In the dust kicked up by scuffling feet
All part of the deep down beat
Whores and drunkards alike
All my friends
As I smoke my Picayune cigarettes
In the middle of the street
Of which I am part of to this day
No escape from the parade
Like the smoke that pours from the stacks
Down by the railroad tracks
At crossroads where I flee to in my escape
Cobblestone streets reaching
Preventing my departure
All within its nature
With no real nomenclature
It sucks me back in to where I began
When I first ran
To the arms of the freight train
In the rain
I slipped on the tracks
Trying to get in
The boxcar made of wood and tin
Where hobos reclined
Rolling cigarettes and eating cans of beans
Heinz vegetarian beans
I remember-the 27th of December
1965 when I made my escape
It was the year of the death of Martin Luther King
Not much to sing about that year
Feeling the pull from New Orleans
Where I would eventually stand
In my torn blue jeans
Offering myself up to the crowds
Who mourned in the streets
Wearing their shrouds

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Deserted Mask"

Discarded mask of the Mardi Gras
Trampled as the parade goes by
Mixed with conglomerations of many things
Barely a moment in time in the sky
Hooping and hollering and last hurrahs
Confetti that slowly dies upon the streets
The spirit still survives within the mask
As surely as the heart which beats
It searches for its host although departed
Desertion occured after its use
After brief contemplation the spirit departs
For yet it is back on the loose
Seeking out for what it must obtain
A human beating heart
Looking to become as if in one
Though it knows deep down that it must depart
Wandering in wanton to meet its needs
In places chosen by random
Two distinct forms that exist in time
That shall never run coherently in tandem


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Tuesday, July 28, 2009

"Flim Flam Man"

He's the flim flam man
Who never quite straightens his tie
Meaningless words expel from his mouth
While he watches your insides die
He will sell you his line of worthless goods
With line after line of smark cracks
His story is good-he's rehearsed it enough
Making up for the class that he lacks
He can be found at the gambling tables
Or in houses of ill repute
Although his concept of the world is warped
At his craft he is quite astute
Then in an instant he is gone as quickly
As when he first appeared
The man who talks out of both sides of his mouth
Amongst the crowds that jeered


"Wild Child"

In stealth she waits
On the railroad track
Rustling leaves on autumn days
A sun which conceals itself
Behind deathly ill cloud formations
Of blackened swirling haze
Her staff planted firmly
Upon the scorched earth
Hair that was once flowing
Is now a tangled mass
Her stench repels all of life
Until she is desired no more
Her heart only beats
To keep the beast inside alive
Tainted with fear
The morning dew clings to her
In recompense she tears wildly
Into the sacks of food left for her
Glancing at me momentarily
In my departure
With no thought of approach
Until the next return
When I approach
On darkened autumn days

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved


Waiting for you for what seems
An eternity in time
Days turn into weeks
Like seasons that have gone by
Shedding tears on the inside
My heart breaks at the thought
Of never seeing you again
Pictures upon the wall
My own hand caresses me
Imagining with anticipation
My life is on hold
There is no more energy to expend
So I wait patiently
In the dead silence
For your return
Until then I cannot feel
The earth beneath my feet

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Friday, July 24, 2009


As a child I thought them to be flowers
Growing in multitudes in the back yard
When they had expired in their beauty
Dispersion coming when the wind blew hard
Making necklaces and crowns for my mother
Out in the morning sun
She told me dandelions were just weeds
My illusion in downward spiral was spun
Dead silence upon that revelation
Beauty gone from impressions in my mind
Nevermore to make a necklace
Acceptance within my head began to grind
Destruction of the crown I had just made
Mere lowly weeds-not in my mothers hair
A dark day where birds no longer sang
In the memory of what I must bare
I just wanted to lay down in my room
There I remained until my father came home
I stared at the ceiling beyond my horizon
Wandering to the sound of my metronome
Its somber pace brought me to a calm
As it had done in times before
I never noticed the form of my father
Who watched me from my bedroom door
Knowing the magnitude of my reality
Like a child whose toys had stopped talking
Reminding me of the dandelions dispersion
Causing multitudes to grow
The realization of creation
And the right of a child to know
The joy of making a crown for their mother
Believing them to only be flowers
Spent days in the warm sun laughing
Beyond all earthly powers
A time to be remembered
When innocence performed its miracle
In remembrance of its effect on me
Now seems to be almost satirical
They are looked upon with sympathy
For what must be endured to the ends
When their pods are sent into the air
Prisoners to the way the current bends
It is a lovely thing for a dandelion
To be used in such a way
Of crowns and necklaces for a mother
In the innocence of a passing day

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Thursday, July 23, 2009

"Flower Power"

Waiting amongst the daffodils
Until you arrive
To kiss me upon my face
Such flowers are merely
A distraction to me
In this magical place
Closing my eyes for a single moment
Brings me visions
Of sugar plum faeries
On incandescent daffodils
In changing light that varies
Occasionally the dragonfly visits
While I listen to the songs birds sing
Gentle winds blowing
Through boughs of trees
As I float upon the wing
Of an imaginary bird in the air
It's heartbeat increases with every stroke
Such words upon my lips
That only you can invoke
In the sweet by and by
Of an inner melody
That skips along gently
Within my mind
Elusively fading into the fog
Wanting you to find
That dream in which we both desire
Within the inner fire
Its gentle pulling
Like the lull of the ocean
To and fro
In the slow motion
Come to me quickly as I lay
Amongst the flowers
Dreaming of you
In the silence of powers
Beyond my control and all that it seems
Upon this ocean within my mind

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

"Cutie Pie"

He's just a Dorito thieving seagull
Who hangs out at the grocery store
Those who offer him bread or nuts
Find out he wants nothing more
Nacho Cheese Doritos
He knows the difference from Ranch
But once in awhile he takes two bags
One for the sparrows on the branch
People cheer him
Other birds rally him on as well
It's in their best interest after all
It's a free meal so what the hell
Yep he's a cutie pie alright
He knows it's funny to people
Watching him steal Nacho Cheese Doritos
Before he flies off
To a nearby church steeple

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

"Nonchalant Visitation"

My mother and I used to observe
As a child in our garden we watched
Butterflies who gently fluttered
On graceful wings upon flowers
Sometimes resting upon rocks
She used to tell me stories
That they were really fairies disguised
It was not until many years later
That I finally realized
When I carried her to her final place
Taking notice of their presence
By chance upon a visit
A butterfly rested upon her stone
It seemed as if waiting
For me to show
Momentarily it took flight
To a nearby bridge by a pond
When I sat by the water
There it lighted
Close to my hand
As though it took me
To a secret land
There it rested with folded wings
In the distance
A bluebird sings
Then it was gone as quickly
As it had appeared
My eyes teared
In remembrance of
Past memories
By chance they seem to come
And go in my life
Now I strongly suspect
She secretly visits
Upon her shoulder rests
The shoulder of my wife
This gentle butterfly
Which seemed as if waiting
For me to show
Before it took flight
To such other places
It must go

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Monday, July 20, 2009

"Rhythm of the Rails"

As I ride the rails into the fog
Under a rising sun
As if dissapearing into the abyss
Before the day is done
The constant rhythm of grinding wheels
Brings peace that's hard to find
In the cool breeze upon my face
That slowly enters my mind
In high altitudes the sky roars
Barely perceptible as quiet thunder
In my heart of hearts of which I feel
Cannot be put asunder
The city is far behind
People are on my mind
I realize for all their differences
For everyone I may find
The world with it's people
Regardless of distance
Are a giant bouquet of different species
In constant resistance
Each one speaks out as an individual
Their character in spite of the flaws
Making them unique in so many ways
In spite of man made laws
Outer beauty has never impressed me
It's been my constant desire
For what resides inside each thing
That speaks like flickering fire
The gathering of observations
Lasting impressions collected along the way
Keeping me company as I ride the rails
Throughout the long cool day
Slumbering on the bales of straw
The towns pass quickly by
Always observing from a safe distance
So as not to get in the way
I dissapear into the fog
With nothing more to say

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Sunday, July 19, 2009

"Patiently Waiting"

She waits quietly by the window
Anticipating the expected arrival
The sun shines brightly
Serving as a brief distraction
It's warmth radiates
Yet it is no replacement
For what she awaits
People dot the sidewalk below
Although the movement intrigues
It is of no consequence
For the feeling of emptiness
Upon the windowsill
She quietly waits
For the flicker of the flame
As her companion arrives
She is the gentle cat
Who longs to sleep alongside
That which gives her peace
Until the morning once again comes

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Saturday, July 18, 2009

"Upon the Rooftop"

Howling hooter who clings to the tower
Television sets radiate
Radios blare
In a world where
Nobody ever seems to really care
Peaceful endeavors are rarely seen
In those hearts that bleed
Found wanting in such places
Where particular people seem to gather
For they would much rather
Stare at the hooter upon the rooftop
Refusing to acknowlege his presence
Ignoring his noisemaking
Unto them he has no more importance
Than a gargoyle
Yet in my own observance
His wings cause me to take notice
Thinking of his ability in the calm
If someone just took the time
To approach in a humble way
His outlandish scream
The look in his eyes
Beyond all that seems to be
A misunderstood character
In his frustration to communicate
He is only looking
Hope in his heart thrives
For the one who can bring him peace

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Thursday, July 9, 2009

"Stolen Companion"

Lambchop used to sit on my shelf
Then one day he was missing
The little critter was sort of cute
Cute enough for kissing
Little did I know he had taken up residence
With Mr.Perkins my cat
Pudgy Perkins but I call him mister
Took Lambchop just like that
There they were sleeping together
Perhaps he had been counting sheep
He only got to count up to one
Then he fell fast asleep
I won't deny him my friend Lambchop
Mr.Perkins doesn't ask for much
They look pretty good sleeping together
Two peas in a pod as such

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

"Elephant Herd"

Tending to my heard is really no task
I enjoy their company so
In such quiet times they seem to speak
Silently as they grow
Each one has its own name
Its own particular mood as well
But under the sun they are as one
Which makes my heart swell
Neighbors enjoy them
Kids want to feed them peanuts
They sometimes leave gifts at their feet
Don't know who they are
Because everyone is so discreet
When its time to water my lawn
I imagine their trunks in a sway
Beckoning to me for cool fresh water
In which they can bathe and play
Perhaps a stork or two might stop
If they spotted my clandestine herd
Once a cat took a nap at their side
It contentedly stayed there and purred
It gives me great pride
To know my creation has done much
Thats why tending to my herd is no trouble
For each heart my herd may touch

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Saturday, July 4, 2009

"Whispering Winds"

I just want to go home to the fields
To lay in the wheat with my dog
On cool nights under the moon
Where the wind can be heard
Through the fog
Familiar voices of the owls
A kit is heard calling its mother
Space is just a dimension in time
To be filled until comes another
Crickets who chirp in serenade
A lullaby that puts me to sleep
Hanging limbs of trees by the roadside
Who seem ready to weep
My dog glances over at me
In the unspoken language
With a somber look in his eyes
Out in the wheatfield with one another
Far from a city that cries
In likeness to sounding brass
The tinkling of cymbals
A rasping rythm of tambourines
Far in the distance is the cry of the city
Not able to penetrate what gleams
These fields will keep me safe
Insulated from the drama of rath
In this field with my quiet companion
Free to walk my own path

© 2004 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Tuesday, June 30, 2009


Peering at me from quaint corners in a room
Little do they know or suspect
What is concealed below the surface
Careful of my thoughts in circumspect
Most see me in bold upon first glance
Eyes seem to fix on me in a room
I wonder if they can hear my heart beating
Or if they can sense my gloom
The morning sun rises
Songbirds are employed
In latter days it was something I enjoyed
When impressions did not make their mark
I ran about happy as a lark
As I got older and reminisced
Realizing all that had been missed
Though in possession of a beating heart
I could not love as most do
A sadness crept over me
Lost in the longing
Of a silent sea
Observing others who knew
How to love
Knowing the joy of the morning dew
The songs of birds were not just songs
Imagining the language they tried to speak
As the hart who desires to seek out his mate
Along the side of a quiet creek
It is something to know in discovery
That which eludes me
Slipping past my reaching fingers
In a crowded room full of people
Where odors persist and perfume linger
A smiling lady glances over at me
Her eyes filled with secret desire
Slow burning coals persist inside
Yet there is no raging fire
The thought of touch repulses me
For which I have no ready reply
Inside I feel a thousand deaths
Yet unable to cry
Others have courage where I do not
Outside appearances continue to elude
What others think when they gaze at me
From across such darkened rooms

© 2004 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Thursday, June 25, 2009

"Silent Flight"

In my nightly collection of insects
Passing by your house
In my silent world of clicks
There is barely time to notice
The incadescent moon
On occassion you were observed
Sitting on the porch
Although the dog took notice
You never knew I was there
My appearance on swift wings
Gives flight new meaning
In the early morn
We gather ourselves up
To return to slumber
Take notice if you want to
You can even wave
However I am not very friendly
Since humans are all the same

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

"Inanimate Juxtaposition"

My pillow named Oscar waits for me
Each day he sits in the chair
Looking forward to coming home
To tell him of all I must bare
New York City has many streets
Crammed with people and cars
Tuning them out is easy to do
I fly quickly to the planet Mars
The only thing that makes me return
Is Oscar who sits in the chair
To leave him there all alone
Seems to be quite unfair
It's kind of odd I prefer his company
Rather than to mix with the herd
Nonsensical conversations
Clutter the subway
Where silence is greatly preffered
People of the street
Acting out
Malicious behavior
Learned from their litter
At home with Oscar in quiet peace
With all of the trappings of glitter

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Tuesday, June 16, 2009


It gently floats into the sky
Until it can no longer be seen
Inside is a message
Sent to heaven
Perhaps I will get a reply
Like a message in a bottle
It floats upon the vast spaces
Until it reaches a place
Where it was meant to be
Of all this
I cannot forsee
But like casting bread
Upon the water
It will not come back void
Reaching out
Is much better than
Keeping it all inside
Only to wonder in the latter days
When I laughed
To keep from crying
Such words might reach a lost soul
Whose heart is slowly dying
On a planet
Where everyone is disconnected
Indirectly those messages
Might give cause
To look upon such clouds
With renewed vision
Due to messages
Sent to heaven

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Monday, June 15, 2009

"Hidden Meanings"

Echoes of voices
From out of the past
Through dense light
In the midst of fog
Children who played
In such roles they portrayed
In the distance can be heard
The barking dog
Through the laughter
Mingled with dust
It all becomes crystally clear
Perfected in wrought
Through time and thought
Things I hold closely
Which are very dear
Horizons beyond never realized
In fine detail-never disguised
Patterns of energy
Gently tugging at my mind
That evasive flicker
In my hopes to find
Within the flame
Which brightly burns
Hiding amongst the flowers and ferns
Inner desire to connect
With voices of the past
Momentarily passing by
Which never seem to last
In glimpses such things
Are slowly revealed
Forgotten dreams
That remain concealed
Briefly the curtain is lifted
So I can peer in
It is like the sweet sound
Of a violin
Examining the inner most
Details of what occured
The vision is clear
Which was once obscured
Upon such things to be pondered
Into deep valleys
And in other places that I have wandered

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Saturday, June 13, 2009


Cloaked in my shroud
My heart is encased
Beyond all hope of rainbows
In clouded visions
Where stars shall flee in haste
There all things will be forgotten
As it was at the end of time
Upon reflection in my direction
Continuation of my climb
To a doorway at an entrance
Procrastination forseen
Of entering within
On the other side
Where all must abide
Who enter therein

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Friday, June 12, 2009

"Inner Self"

Many who look upon my face
Only see my outer appearance
Little do they know inside
Of my perserverance
Beauty has its place in life
But little to do with what's inside
Turmoil exists within
In which I must abide
In the vortex constantly spinning
Of what's inside my heart
Explanations are meaningless
Or where to even start
Looking upon my face
But not within
I remain estranged
To my chagrin
Within the beauty of my inner self

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"From Within""

Lips have spoken many words
But actions are another story
What is said and what is meant
Is almost allegory
In words and motion
I discretely hide
Buried deep beneath the wounds
Demons still abide
Those who spoke words of hope
In essence had belied
Hooks that sunk into my flesh
In actions that imparted
Kindness mistaken for weakness
In flight my heart departed

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Ebbing Tides"

Inspired by the lull of waves
Written in the sand
Although it fades
The tides command
Sandcastles which topple
Upon the shore
Like dreams that seem to fade
Claimed by the ebbing waters
From whence such dreams were made
Nearby is the lighthouse
Where heavens presence lives
The sands of glory
Taking my heart
As quickly as it gives

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Thursday, June 11, 2009


Since birth I have looked off afar
Over the shoulders of my siblings
Beyond all supplement given
Wondering what are my purposes
Rules don't seem to apply
Beyond the gaze of my eye
An albatross living within
The confines of my present existence
Toleration of my surroundings
Is about as good as it gets
Other gulls remain in groups
While I remain aloof
Quite content within my own spirit
To look over the horizon
Past the noise
Trying to reach a place
I know cannot be reached
At least not on this plateau
But still even knowing this
I must go
Rules are too confining
Most of them make no sense
This is the great predicament
On the other side of the fence
So here I remain around the docks
Mostly on my own
Not much changes except when I fly
To places that have never been seen

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

"Moving Forward"

Along the path of life
Many mistakes are made
Without their presence
We could not celebrate
Nor make music serenade
To cherish good times
Bad times must be
Otherwise we could not see
In likeness to a blackboard
With which we use our chalk
Erasing and starting over
It's no crime to balk
How many artists have painted
Where exists an image below
Still the masterpiece is seen
From where it came to grow
No one wants to falter
Mistakes are inspiration
Without them
There is no motive for creation
Those who have a vision
Proceed forward without question
Pursuing their beliefs
As though their own possession
Stumbling along the way
Still the driving force
Pursuing what we believe in
Until the final course
It's better to make your own mistakes
Than not to try at all
Succumbing to cessation
Can be the worst of all

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved


Encountering many in my travels
Not limited to any one season
Like minded others trying to survive
All of them for the same reason
To carry on for their own species
Their own continue
To prosper and live
There is no greater bestowment
That we can give
Valuable days teaching lessons
Taking good times with the bad
The many seasons go by so quickly
Until there is all that can be had
We expire in due time
Leaving a legacy behind
To carry on for the sake of the species
This is how life designed

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Monday, June 8, 2009

"Sleeping In"

Herman is sleeping in late today
Last night he wanted
To hang out and play
He always sleeps with his teddy
When it comes to bedtime
He's always ready
Herman is a spoiled guy
But that's okay
I'm glad to have him
With me each day

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"The Way It Is"

It seems you always encounter a few
These days it's probably
More like quite alot
I blame is on the parents
Well not really
I know plenty of good parents
The fault is within the individual
Somewhere along the line
A decision is made
Maybe they just decide
It's easier to be like that
It takes too much effort
To be any other way
Then society has to tolerate them
Of course they have kids too
Hopefully who recognize
They don't want to be like that
Then a decision is made
Maybe they just decide
It's easier to change and not be like that
It takes too much effort
To be any other way
It doesn't matter anymore
You know
How many of them there are
Compared to how many there aren't
Only the ones who want to be that way
Actually care
The rest of the world doesn't give a damn
They know it exists
There isn't anything that can change it
The world moves on
Knowing in truth
That as each one expires over time
They are not missed
After all there's plenty more
Where they came from
I just feel sorry for him
You know
The ass in the hole
Falling into that place
Then having his photo taken
Just so I could have it
To use in my prose

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Sunday, June 7, 2009


I've gone to the crossroads many times
Each one leads to the promised land
It's carried me home to the prairies
Deep down into the delta where life was grand
To the trainyards where I hopped a freight
Big City lights where the skyscrapers moaned
Open skies where a heart never dies
Where only the wind has groaned
Present since childhood
Others never ruled my day
To believe or not believe
Having to choose the way
Not taking to the paved roads
Going to the unmarked path
To places unknown to most
Not worried about
The incurrence of wrath
I came to know the way
Of the elephant and the owl
In the streets of New Orleans
All of the places
The forgotten faces
Things that occured
Over time it all blurred
But I remember
People and their voices
Their needs and their fears
Pouring their hearts out
As they wiped away tears
The laughter at times
To keep from crying
Good times were to be had
Our thoughts far from dying
The roaring of the crowd
I knew all to well
Crossroads always within my reach
To escape before hell
A little time passes
Once they get too familiar
It's time to move on
Many roads to travel
It calls to me in the distance
Never a prayer spoken
Asking it to depart
Through the fog it's apparent
Then it becomes crystal clear
Another crossroad beckons
Unmarked paths
Leading to other promised lands
Beyond those winding tracks
The clattering of the wheels
Pounding in the sounding
The engine pulls its load
Its horn plays the moaning melody
Escape is just around the bend
At the crossroads
To which there is no end

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Message To My Muse"

When you were a child
I already knew you existed
Your voice had already
Entered into my dreams
It took me quite awhile
But once found
I knew you were the one
Who had haunted me
In my dreams
All the miles in between
Mere milestones along a path
The bridge in my heart
Gaps the distance
As the moon rises in the sky
To open the beauty of the night
So rises my heart
To the occasion of your presence
The stars are like a crown
In the heavens
Shining down onto all that is beneath
Evermore it is a sweetness unto me
When I rise up to meet each day

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"The Dove"

I am the dove of lonely hearts
Close by those who need me
Ever since my early days
Their hearts have called to me
Each day I take flight
To bring comfort
Who need me by their side
Whether it be beneath the sun
Or under the stars and moon
Gathering all the hearts that are scattered
From every place they are strewn
If you call upon me softly
I will come

© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved