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Monday, June 7, 2010

"Shadow of my Former Self"


We walk in the shadows
Of our former selves
The earthly bonds
Of days gone by
In remembrance
Of all we have seen
Those innocent days
Which now magnify
Time is the only part of the essence
That cannot be recaptured
Part of our dreams
Or so it seems
Only in memory is enraptured
In the shadows
Of what we once were
To the sound of the tinkling brass

~Moses~
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Sunday, June 6, 2010

"Triumph"


Victory comes from within oneself
Deep beyond the shadowed eye
Amidst the tugging of hallowed emotions
Looking for position as they vie
With no disturbance in tranquility
Influences work towards the center
At the end of each day it is the way
Mutterings of yet a dissenter
Yet victory within itself
Will rise to meet the occasion
Removing doubt from the voices
Who flee from their own persuasion

~Moses~
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Saturday, June 5, 2010

"Milford"


He has always been handled
With gentle care
Milford the duck
Who I won on a dare
Last summer down on the beach
I ran a race for the fuzzy fellow
Now he lives at the house with me
Where things are pretty mellow
Mr.Perkins my old tomcat
Naps with Milford each day
On weekends he goes to the beach
With always something to say
Pelicans fly and Milford watches
Although he has never flown
I don't think he knows he's a duck
As he mutters in monotone
He's a pretty cool guy if I say so myself
Showing off to get a few laughs
Quite a celebrity in his own right
But he can't give out autographs

~Moses~
© 2010 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Friday, June 4, 2010

"Involuntary Servitude"


Origins of life
Flocks gather
Migration makes its demands
Departure to other places
Where once were welcoming hands
Places of solitude
Close to extinction
Unable to be saved by grace
Unrelenting pace
Thriving within the insult
Of waste
Poured upon the land

~Moses~
© 2010 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

"Black Crown of Death"


He knows his world has changed
Covered in the pitch of tar
Black death until his final breath
Upon this scourge
That defiles the land
Caused by the hand of man
Until his final breath
He floats upon the sea
Folded wings with open eyes
Behind him a world dies
Celestial bodies shine down
He only questions why
In remembrance of
The blackened royal crown


~Moses~
© 2010 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

"Invasion"


Giant Anaconda coils
Sucking black blood
From peaceful lagoons
Rest upon the banks
Constricted in the deluge
Brought on by the ooze
That engulfs
Drawn by hands
Stretching out
Over wetlands
Upon beaches
Into the far reaches
Poison flows
Into what it blankly bestows
Crushing what remains
In the wake of blackened days
Far from the cities without pity
Instead of feet pounding
Upon concrete pavements
Intaglio engravements
In the once golden sand
Where quiet bliss engaged
Life fluttered in the moment
Alas the invasion begins

~Moses~
© 2010 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved