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