"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~
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"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~
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