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My spirit lives within the roots
Of this dying tree
A hummingbird senses
Touching what's left of me
Essence of nectar within reach
Yet my presence concerns
What must beseech
An inner calling
Hidden in silence
The gentle whispering
That floats across the meadows
Then upon flower petals
Resting upon these wounded branches
That have fallen to the ground
Light halfheartedness that flutters
Yet no tear is shed
Or greater happiness found
~Moses~
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On this vast plane of measureless intensity
Where all flesh has sought out to be dust
Blown away like traveling tumbleweeds
The intellect remains intact somewhat
Contemplation begins to set in
Deep reflections within reach
In the great expanse of time
All earthly desire becomes extinct
On other plateaus there remains
A desire of connectivity
With the upper energies
That flow like rivers
Over the hills of far away
~Moses~
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Parallel platforms of rust
On vertical walls that clutch
Stench from laundry permeates
Looking down on the street below
Sirens crush the air
Destruction of peace
Only the deaf can survive
Untouched by surroundings
As the radio plays
Vain attempts to squelch
Sounds in the city
There are no violent screams
It is much more subtle than that
Sirens blare
Whatever their cause
No moment is captured
Where something is not alive
Woe unto such places
Where only the deaf can survive
~Moses~
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Gentle rushing sweet breath
Soft wind beneath my wings
Transformation has brought this
The cocoon withers upon the branch
Shimmering as though
It were saying farewell
Soon it will crumble into dust
As the new journey begins
Fragrances of spring's aroma
Flowers that sway in tandem
Dalliance flourishes beneath skies
Touching my newborn wings
Distantly the whippoorwill sings
Flaunting its plumage openly
Living in dark forests of the countryside
By its ways many will abide
My wings flutter momentarily
In this my season under the sun
Until one day when I return
My season will be done
~Moses~
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There are no dark forests in my realm
In places I go where no other has been
In times when melancholy begins to set in
Rather it is mistaken by others as sadness
On my path to the place
In my quiet heart
Dried tears upon my pillow
Mistaken for tears of pain
When they are really tears of joy
Still-it must all be concealed
Behind my eyes which see
Beyond the horizons of what others look at
Yet they do no see me
The noise in the streets evades me
I am there but not really here
Muddy colored clouds fill the grey skies
Into my heart which denies
All sadness from making its home
In the travels within my mind
Wherever I may roam
~Moses~
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Through the fog
A belltower rings
In this city of silence
A voice faintly sings
Beneath the fog in the lull
Energy stirs
In heaven and hell
Judgement is sustained
In the countless monuments
Built for those who impose
Mourning not for their souls
Only for the loss
Of their physical presence
Within the power they do not possess
Better to pray for their souls
Than to remember the last kiss
~Moses~
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Regardless of where I may be
In a city of lights
Or a farm in the country
Wandering aimlessly at night
In untraveled paths
Only familiar to me
Other animals may come and go
Aware of my presence in passing
Yet they continue to graze
Traveling in their ways
Knowing there is no impending threat
In my cloak under the guise of the night
Moon shining bright
Concealed in thoughts that take me
To places where I must go
In the unspoken languages
That are often misunderstood
Where words do not mingle with actions
Actions that speak louder
Than any tongue can begin
The utter loneliness also brings solitude
Which clasps onto peaceful melodies
Into the ears of those who can hear it
Traveling softly in the fields
Seeking out those who desire
Solitude that comes with loneliness
After the stars have risen
In a most forgiving way
~Moses~
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Other than the sound of the train in the distance
That rumbles along on the track
Many times I've succumbed to its pull
Never bothering to look back
Endless hills that met with fields
Miles of silent corn
Grazing cattle looking on
A scarecrow in the shadows forlorn
Old farm homes that seem to know
Paths of the wayfaring man
Who wanders aimlessly over the prairies
Like tumbleweeds upon flagstone
That smolder in the sand
This field of dreams over a horizon
That never seems to end
Along the old dirt trail and beyond
Where a heart can slowly mend
Flowers do not offend me
Neither do the trees
Quietly observing the rabbit in the distance
Absorbing the slight of a breeze
Timeless chapters in an open book
Under skies of blue
Dirt trails hidden in time
In the midst of the morning dew
~Moses~
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A thing of beauty which may exist
Alongside the same of another
Does not exalt in its difference
Coexisting with the other
Moon and stars
Sun and sky
Each sways in the wind
Each shall live and die
Side by side
Their compliment is brief
A season passes swiftly
Yet it is not a thing of grief
Their season has been spent
In the winds of summer days
One embracing the other
In spite of different ways
~Moses~
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By someone who thought
Them to be flowers
Their meaning meant more
Than just mere weeds
Given to me with innocence
With no other reason in mind
Having been taken to such places
Nevertheless I find
Staring up at silent walls
Contemplating that which verily falls
In truth my heart is absent
From places that thrive within
~Moses~
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On this dreary day
I cry in the rain
To help me forget
The inner pain
Upon these rooftops
Engulfed in shadows
Far from the scent
Of flowers in meadows
In my observance of these
Nimble towers in concrete
Domes of glass which
Reflect in light
It is dimmed by the rain
Upon the solemn window pane
From places within
Where nobody peers out
Into the street
Where the struggle moves forward
Amidst the sirens
The complaint of trees
Swaying in the wind
Their branches seem to speak
Yet nobody bothers to listen
Upon my place I see it all
An evasive sun refuses to glisten
Amongst the commotion
Delirium sets in quickly
It can be seen in the pace
Of those who walk the avenues
Stumbling over the pathways
That which seem to lead nowhere
Except where it all begins and ends
To this I say:
Fluttering in this wind
With these tired feathers
I caress the air
Touching the sky as far as I may go
The wind shall moan
Acknowledging my presence
Giving way unto my wings
~Moses~
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Faceless in the expanse of time
Its extent is vast
As my sphinx like form
Thorns bruised me
Deeply into the abyss
Like plundering harpoons
Seeking out fleshly desires
Remaining embedded
Refusing to succumb
For in such despair
There also remains hope
From the place where I reside
Those who may wonder
Seeking out truth over desire
Such purposes remain unrealized
Great riddles flow
Begging to be resolved
~Moses~
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Each day comes with morning dew
Emergence from the evening darkness
Under crescent moons that labor
Stars that glitter in eons of time
In the ether of continual flux it thrives
Yet the single crimson rose survives
As the only thing of beauty
In a world of monochrome
Amidst multitudes of fauna
That cannot answer back
Unable to return such compliments
From whence the horizon begins or ends
Regardless of the crimson rose
In messages it sends
It stands in solitude momentarily
In the flora which it offends
~Moses~
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Although viewed in highest of esteem
Greatly overshadowed
Or so it would seem
Found upon rungs in ladders
Or lingering on stairways
It very seldom speaks out
Flaunting in the shadows at times
Yet it seeks out the light
Briefly as it may be
The rays of the sun shine
Upon such the stoic figure
Encased in its own fashion
Content to ride upon the wind
Loosed by chains
Which might otherwise
Hold it from within
~Moses~
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We found him on a mountaintop
Many years ago
Frozen in a block of ice
Buried deep in snow
We thawed him out
Then gave him food
Hoping he would change his mood
He only grunted
Then stared at us in silence
~
Soon it came time to leave
We decided to take him along
Giving him a name-Bruno
Dressing him in a thong
Next day came and we were home
New York City here we come!
Bruno looked at all those lights
Smiling at everything
~
Next Sunday we took him to Times Square
We gave him Rum to drink
After five quarts he'd had enough
Now he lays there on the sidewalk
Barely does he wink
Occasionally he grunts a bit
Refusing to depart
Onlookers go about their business
As Bruno lays there on the sidewalk
Oblivious as a fart
~Moses~
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In dedication to her spirit
To that which I have known
Erected by these humble hands
Unto her heart enthroned
Upon a mast her garment
In margins of silence
Abstract in its many ways
It flourishes in defiance
To all that has ever been
Or all that ever will
The never ending throb within
Of which will never fill
In the heart of my hearts
There is nothing more to say
No tears except for joy
Under skies of gray
~Moses~
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Carried by gentle winds
Dreams reach out in frolic
Touching our hearts
In ways only known to those
That allow them in
In likeness to the tumbleweed
It rolls across the prairies
Over haunted mesas
With ferocity in its gallop
Under the burning sun
Its spirit coaxes the mind
Inviting those who journey
Over such horizons
That flourish in the wind
~Moses~
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Upon such spans of time
Where leaps of faith require
Unspoken words steeped in symbolism
Bridges patiently wait
For crossings into the abyss
Beyond dunes of sand
Other dimensions exist
Where bliss transcends the present
What is known and cherished
Places where tears are shed no longer
The silent voices
Heaped into one place
A solo journey
Derived from secret wishes
Unfulfilled dreams become null
It is a place provided
Where a searching soul
Can find its rest
~Moses~
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Nowadays I receive many kisses
But it was not always so
Laying in the sun thinking back
To the many years ago
Abandoned in the city park
Under an old oak tree
Nearby a tree line
By the baseball field
Where no one could hear my plea
I found shelter under the bleachers
Far away from the many creatures
Living off scraps thrown in the park
The warmth of the sun
Versus shivering in the dark
Countless days that turned to weeks
Hunger pangs screaming out
The rest is history
As you well might know
Stumbling towards voices heard
Before the winter snow
I was taken in
By those whom like you also know
Where I receive many kisses
Laying in the sun
~Moses~
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Profound journey since childhood
Grace seems over each horizon
Far from light at the end of my tunnel
Desire to retraite from any cliques
Knowing full well the intentions
Yet the chain does not loose its hold
Living in darkness
Much of the time in paralytic chaos
Demons knock upon my door
Refusing to flee
Deprivation of my dreams
Instead hauntings from childhood
Creep in unaware
Their resolute of carnal ways
Tears at my heart
In reaction I flee to the place
Where my inner heart may find
A temporal place of retreat
Far removed from beasts
Who claw ravenously
Quenching their thirst
Blocking out the sun's rays
Neither its warmth can be felt
Upon my face
Yet neither can it reach
Such woes within my heart
~Moses~
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