"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

~Moses~
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"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

~Moses~
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"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

~Moses~
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"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

~Moses~
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"Inadequacies"

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

~Moses~
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"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

~Moses~
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"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

~Moses~
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"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

~Moses~
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