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Tuesday, June 30, 2009

"Persona"




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

~Moses~
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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

~Moses~
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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

~Moses~
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Tuesday, June 16, 2009

"Messages"


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

~Moses~
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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

~Moses~
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Saturday, June 13, 2009

"Encasement"


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

~Moses~
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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

~Moses~
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"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

~Moses~
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"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

~Moses~
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Thursday, June 11, 2009

"Albatross"


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

~Moses~
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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

~Moses~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Propagation"


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

~Moses~
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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

~Moses~
© 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

~Moses~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Sunday, June 7, 2009

"Crossroads"


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
~
Crossroads
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

~Moses~
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"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

~Moses~
© 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

~Moses~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Saturday, June 6, 2009

"Tracks"


Once more faced
With the winding in the tracks
The familiar facial tic erupts
Sending spasmodic waves
To my inner senses
There it is housed
In gravure like synthesis
Emotions abruptly appear
Causing a delving into their abode
Like the opening of a mausoleum
Dust filled and forgotten
Newly dug graves only remembered
Until the generation passes
Plucked flowers are meaningless
They are better left to grow
Passing on to others to maintain
The purpose of why all things exist
All efforts lead back to incongruity
At the end of the journey
Realization finally becomes all encompassing
Variance against the origins of creation is inevitable
It follows me down the winding tracks

~Moses~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Glass Cage"


He waits for me at the end of the hall
Each day we meet on my way to work
Past the hall where he hangs from his limb
I don't mean to stare or lurk
Down in the basement immersed in clay tablets
Translating ancient cuneiform
Although Akkadians are my main focus
Thoughts are far from the norm
Wandering off at times to my friend
Encased in his cage of glass
Wondering what his life was like
Until I reach an impasse
Imagination persists through the day
My thoughts go home with me at night
His life must have been a lonely one
With nobody to acknowledge his plight
How he must have longed for the place
In the far off jungle land
Free to roam the trees
To see the open skies
Beyond all he could understand
Perhaps he found peace in knowing
One day he would finally be free
In a place where nothing could prevent him
From sitting aloft his own tree

~Moses~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Friday, June 5, 2009

"Sacred Place"





Down in the valley
There is a grove
Where centurions live
Their roots planted deeply
From long ago
Boughs entangled with mystery
If only they could speak
~
What would be the message
Sent to the multitudes
Many who are as deaf
As they are blind
Not meant for all to hear
Small fractions are only meant
To recieve the wisdom imparted
If this were so
Down in the valley
Amidst the grove of trees
~
They are the seers
Of the impending storm
Inculcating through invocation
Of the impression they leave
For all to see
Juggernauts standing
Side by Side
Battle scarred by the weather
The merciless winds
Bending their boughs and branches
Safety can be found in their care
For the trees are the silent friends
Of all who come to them
Their magnificence speaks
A thousand words
To those who listen quietly
Down in the valley
In the grove of trees

~Moses~
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"Wednesday"


Herman the rat woke up from his nap
Now he is up taking a sniff
I think he hears me in the kitchen
Chopping up a carrot for him
He knows that later on
He will get a slice of tomato
Wednesday has always been
Carrot and tomato day
After his curiosity
He will go back to his nap
Herman brightens the day for me
That is why Wednesday
Is carrot and tomato day

~Moses~
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"Not Forgotten"


I woke up this morning
There was my father
In his hand was a wooden spoon
A tear came to my eye
Thinking everyone had forgotten
Yet here was my father
Steadfast by my side
Restoring my faith in life
It has been long since we laughed
Together we went fishing
In the latter days
We walked the path
Of the crooked mile
There upon his face
Was his familiar smile
Now I am no longer afraid
With my father close to me
Together we will once again
Walk the path
Out to the open sea

~Moses~
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Thursday, June 4, 2009

"Vanity"


An angel mourns at our demise
Forevermore eternal
When new life begins beyond
It is something vernal
From the womb of life we go
Unto the womb of death
Beginning and ending
In the moment of a breath
Synchronism
Transience in great velocity
Is the occurence of intellect
Existing in creation
For the sake of Integration
Briefly suspended in adversity
It dissipates in cessation
Without explanation
Swiftly taking refuge beyond
In the same manner in which it arrived
For lack of physical presence
An angel mourns eternally

~Moses~
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"Waiting"


I wait for you on the road
In my dreams
Wondering when you
Might finally stop
Each time you go by
It makes me wonder
Why you do not notice
If sending flowers
Could make you smile
I would send them
Yet somehow
Your heart would never know
It was me

~Moses~
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"Within The Lighthouse"


The roaring is within
As great waves surround me
Inside my cocoon
Yet the world remains
Beyond reach
Invisible forces resurrect me
Within the waves
My destiny awaits
In crowds of thousands
My presence remains aloof
In the pattern of life
Thoughts are kept distant
In the safety of the wrappings
Memories become my own
Concealment is rather a habit
Than an instinct
Given over time
Which has no relevance
Beyond the confines of reality
Time has no hold
It can span the great distances
That hold me to this life
It is rather the distractions
Keeping me from myself
Words on paper seem to flow
The answers evade me
My questions are not answered
Rather the words
Are as beacons of light
From aloft my place on high
Where I guide lost ships in the night

~Moses~
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"Lonely Church"


Penetrating shafts of light invade
The interior of my silent walls
Where once song gave praise
Congregations of those who sat
In pews which are now heaps
Upon my floors of wood
No longer are voices heard
My death came due
At no suprise to the scattergood
Feint recollections still echo
All to no avail
Long gone are the masters who spoke
Even they could not prevail
The chambers soon fell silent
Giving way to particles of dust
Gathering in the light
Occasionally a bird becomes entangled
In its flight
The fluttering of the wings
Calling out in desperation
Of its momentary plight
Escape comes soon enough
Before silence once again
Fills the deserted halls
Of all that was done in vain

~Moses~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Nightly Slumber"


On such nights in deepest slumber
In corridors of halls that haunt my dreams
Such nightmares manifest themselves
Like gargoyles that clatter up the walls
Chasing after all that gleams
In the shadows hiding are my fears
Keeping back those cold hard tears
In the distance the howling wolf
Who has the scent of blood
Upon his driven spirit
He seeks me out under the moon
Creeping through the silent streets
Laying quiet in the ruins
Might he hear the sound
Of my heart which beats
Deserted places within my mind
Hiding in darkness-hoping to find
That which was lost in days gone by
When I was proud and could not cry
The sound of his breath is upon me
Escape is always near
Past those dark and endless corridors
Far away from what I fear

~Moses~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

"Calming Water"


On terraces of buildings
For the most part unnoticed
Shrubbery flourishes
Where exists the smog
Geese fly overhead with caution
As below is a swan in grace
Upon the water she observes
The coaxing of her cygnet
Who follows in the purity
Of the morning dew
Not knowing which way to turn
Directed by the wind
In the swaying of the reeds
Distant noises of children
Once again;
Playing in the park
Gently she nudges
Her protege
In the warm days
Upon the water calm
Little do they notice
Ripples by the shore
Life goes by
As one day is to another
If words could be spoken
There would be none to describe
Serenity survives in silence
In the whispers of the wind

~Moses~
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