tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27849025355788620712024-03-13T06:17:20.244-04:00Wandering PoetryThis blog was created for others who will hopefully glean something from the words I have written.Not much to say except I ran off from an orphanage when I was 13 years old.Hopped on a freight train and joined the circus.Have been wandering ever since.I am grateful to be alive and my only desire is to leave something here for others to gain from.If I can accomplish that then I have successfully reached my intended goal.All we have left in the end is our legacy.Moseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246988718676392446noreply@blogger.comBlogger672125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784902535578862071.post-51766346439065417612013-11-07T15:40:00.001-05:002013-11-07T15:40:18.077-05:00Wandering Poetry<a href="http://moshev.tumblr.com/">Wandering Poetry~A collection of thoughts and images</a><br />
Moseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246988718676392446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784902535578862071.post-60832008200992887092012-12-08T22:43:00.001-05:002012-12-08T22:43:55.664-05:00"The Silent Horse"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I hear the sound<br />Of the Merry Go Round<br />Off in the distance<br />In the silence of the cool night air<br />Long ago when the music would flow<br />In the midst of the rag bag fair<br />An owl might hoot<br />An elephant might roar<br />The chug of the train that waits<br />It carries with it the many hearts<br />Of those who sleep upon crates<br />Stinging fingers that cannot penetrate<br />What is lifted as a great weight<br />I only listen to the merry go round music<br />For I know not of my own fate<br /><br />~Moses<br />© 2012 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved</div>
Moseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246988718676392446noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784902535578862071.post-34371957038778192132012-02-26T05:05:00.001-05:002012-02-26T06:14:29.539-05:00"Little Mommy"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4iKZO6U0eQ/T0oDZbsd5sI/AAAAAAAAAbo/bbWSR84fou8/s1600/873b09be.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="200" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4iKZO6U0eQ/T0oDZbsd5sI/AAAAAAAAAbo/bbWSR84fou8/s320/873b09be.jpg" /></a></div><center><b>"Little Mommy"<br />
<br />
In contemplation I take notice<br />
Of how the dew gives way<br />
To the rising sun<br />
Except in places <br />
It lasts awhile longer<br />
Before it's finally done<br />
But then there are flowers<br />
That dance because of winds<br />
Their swaying petals<br />
Although at times motionless<br />
As in such that which rescinds<br />
Great spans of time<br />
Bonds which still hold true<br />
Another day-another sun<br />
Another morning dew<br />
Whether under moon and stars<br />
Or muddy colored clouds<br />
The sky will always look upon us<br />
In care of gentle shrouds<br />
~<br />
Yet there is the path of wonderment<br />
That I have traveled greatly<br />
To know their heart<br />
To share their mind<br />
They are so,somewhat stately<br />
Verily even death <br />
As I know it <br />
Shall not break the connection<br />
Far beyond what is on earth<br />
Beyond the last formal breath<br />
Beyond the final Resurrection;<br />
<br />
~Moses<br />
© 2012 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved</B></CENTER>Moseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246988718676392446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784902535578862071.post-7546868384551306942012-01-13T04:57:00.001-05:002012-01-13T05:00:59.962-05:00"In the Moment"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HQMsScpmcpw/TxAArqLE_5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/Yad1OgF6QbU/s1600/47263.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HQMsScpmcpw/TxAArqLE_5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/Yad1OgF6QbU/s320/47263.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<center><b>Confrontation as clouds rattle<br />
Abandonment on the road<br />
Wandering through life<br />
Where I had been<br />
In and out of strife<br />
The puzzle now completed<br />
Yet the questions still arise<br />
On the road<br />
Under the clouds<br />
A settling voice<br />
Which is much more wise<br />
No words have yet been spoken<br />
For which there are no words<br />
I find little comfort<br />
Except to watch the flight of birds<br />
Which carry me with them<br />
Beyond the clouds<br />
No more further weeping<br />
By those who walk with shrouds<br />
<br />
~Moses~<br />
© 2012 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved</B></CENTER>Moseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246988718676392446noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784902535578862071.post-80583374006836991712011-08-06T01:31:00.000-04:002011-08-06T01:31:53.291-04:00"Eagle in the Sky"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DpQBTlepFPg/TjzRfFlF2MI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/KGe6miB_D7Y/s1600/162764_476474968807_612368807_56377.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="186" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DpQBTlepFPg/TjzRfFlF2MI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/KGe6miB_D7Y/s320/162764_476474968807_612368807_56377.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><CENTER><B>On wings of <br />
Eagles<br />
I dared to fly<br />
In open skies upon the plains<br />
In search of flowing waterfalls<br />
To cleanse me of my pains<br />
Powerful talons enough to hold me<br />
To never let me fall<br />
From dusk to dawn<br />
From moon to sun<br />
To heed the distant call<br />
Underneath the many stars<br />
That conceal my open wounds<br />
My multitude of scars<br />
Upon the eagle's wings <br />
Those winds that carry tunes<br />
Like voices in my ear<br />
I am safe from all that beckons<br />
For there is left no fear<br />
<br />
~Moses~<br />
© 2011 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved<br />
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</B></CENTER>Moseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246988718676392446noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784902535578862071.post-57699751064199250942011-06-02T12:59:00.001-04:002011-06-02T13:00:16.070-04:00"Into the Ether"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/f2b0b117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/f2b0b117.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span data-jsid="text"><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_4de7c0bc4c1c86f62168138">Upon the psychedelic moon<br />
I rest upon it's crescent<br />
My crystal ball only allows <br />
Insight into the minds<br />
From those who know<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></div><span data-jsid="text"><span class="text_exposed_show">My place in the vastness</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span data-jsid="text"><span data-jsid="text"><span class="text_exposed_show">Of what exists</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span data-jsid="text"><span data-jsid="text"><span class="text_exposed_show"> ~Moses~</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">© 2011 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved</div>Moseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246988718676392446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784902535578862071.post-5133341714292038462011-05-20T08:32:00.000-04:002011-05-20T08:32:27.346-04:00"Ode To My Muse"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/e498f96342c4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/e498f96342c4.jpg" /></a></div><center><b>Her heart's been broken many times<br />
They don't hear her inner voice<br />
They shake their heads and pretend to agree<br />
In other things they want to rejoice<br />
Her mind is such a lovely thing<br />
She has a song to sing<br />
I hear the melody in my heart<br />
It pulls me like the reins upon my steed<br />
As the hart enjoys sounds by a brook<br />
It fills my inner need<br />
I have not said so as of yet<br />
In all these years I've known<br />
A day will come when I will speak<br />
To reap the seeds I've sown<br />
I dream to carry her in my arms<br />
To reside in her heart<br />
And she will know that I will stay<br />
Never to depart<br />
For I know the pain she's felt<br />
I've cried my tears for her<br />
And sat alongside while she slept<br />
To see if she would stir<br />
I counted all the breaths she took<br />
Each one precious as it was made<br />
The image of her in my mind<br />
Could never fade<br />
For she is beauty of all that flows<br />
Her gentle caring ways<br />
To wipe the tears from her cheek<br />
To spend my ending days<br />
<br />
~Moses~<br />
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved</b></center>Moseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246988718676392446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784902535578862071.post-63779986501571797692011-05-14T02:24:00.000-04:002011-05-14T02:24:37.796-04:00"Vortex"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/imagesqtbnANd9GcQhPdJH8HjeaAk2gCy7g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/imagesqtbnANd9GcQhPdJH8HjeaAk2gCy7g.jpg" /></a></div><center><b><br />
<br />
<br />
Enfolded within myself<br />
As the world around me thrives<br />
My sensitivity<br />
To the incoherent sounds<br />
Everything that surrounds<br />
From the many in the street<br />
Who have such lives<br />
Feeling the pain<br />
As well as their joy<br />
Like a stray dog who lives<br />
From day to day<br />
Surviving on scraps<br />
From sympathetic passers by<br />
The visions I have seen<br />
Feed my heart<br />
As I live within my own self<br />
Upon the hardened sidewalk<br />
In the jungle of concrete<br />
Amidst the weeping skyscrapers<br />
That hover above<br />
~Moses~<br />
© 2011 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved</b></center>Moseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246988718676392446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784902535578862071.post-33760371997809141282011-04-20T20:08:00.000-04:002011-04-20T20:08:20.885-04:00"Mummification"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/194320-20Kay20Sage20-20Near20the20F.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/194320-20Kay20Sage20-20Near20the20F.png" width="268" /></a></div><center><b>Forgivance is a hidden treasure<br />
That abides within<br />
My gaze into the valley<br />
Seeks out unfinished pyramids<br />
Muted in time<br />
Solitude upon my platform<br />
Within the mercy of isolation<br />
Is a tolerable thing<br />
Over such horizons<br />
Where I have gone<br />
Seeking out what may seem<br />
Distant to all others<br />
What is within my grasp<br />
A spark within<br />
The flickering flame<br />
Cloaked upon me<br />
In it's ancient form<br />
It rests until called upon<br />
In my own due time<br />
~Moses~<br />
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© 2011 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved</b></center>Moseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246988718676392446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784902535578862071.post-63173748817893439332011-04-20T02:43:00.002-04:002011-04-20T02:48:58.340-04:00"Where do I go to Now"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/inBXx.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/inBXx.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<center><b>Fluttering in the leaves<br />
Under the bow<br />
Feint whispers from the past<br />
Clouds lurk in the quiet<br />
It blots out the noise<br />
As the sun deserts <br />
In the wind<br />
Revealed tears<br />
Concealed fears<br />
Time has quickly gone by<br />
Raising my fist towards the sky<br />
Though it may deny<br />
It rises like steam<br />
Dissipating into the ether<br />
<br />
~Moses~<br />
© 2011 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved</b></center>Moseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246988718676392446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784902535578862071.post-47644051411630962842011-04-19T11:50:00.002-04:002011-08-15T02:49:12.120-04:00"Danilova"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/207103_10150167809149802_760629801_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/207103_10150167809149802_760629801_.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<center><b>Nobody sees past my surface<br />
Behind a veil <br />
Upon my wall<br />
Past the inner most spark<br />
Within the dark forest<br />
That lives within my mind<br />
It is beyond my gaze<br />
Lost in the darkness<br />
In the vortex of delirium<br />
Unstoppable juggernaut<br />
As a curse unto myself<br />
What I reveal is a mere pittance<br />
Compared to the plateaus<br />
Which I conceal within my heart</b><br />
<b><b></b><b>~Moses~<br />
© 2011 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved</b></b></center>Moseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246988718676392446noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784902535578862071.post-67033366077085945382010-11-19T02:58:00.001-05:002010-11-19T03:00:11.783-05:00"Edgar"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/4531bbf6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 214px;" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/4531bbf6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><CENTER><B>"Edgar"<br /><br />He dreams of flying<br />High in the sky<br />Soaring in clouds<br />Asking himself why<br />Does the horizon seem<br />To never end<br />The sun seems aloof<br />As boughs of trees<br />Which seem to bend<br />His heart is upon the wind<br />On warm days amongst<br />Other fellows<br />Whose feathers seem<br />To kiss the wind<br /><br />~Moses~<br />© 2010 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved<br />(Dedicated & Inspired by Edgar the Hybrid Raven)<br />You may visit him at:http://www.facebook.com/edgarhybridraven </B></CENTER>Moseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246988718676392446noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784902535578862071.post-78027673085369435272010-11-19T02:29:00.001-05:002010-11-19T02:37:18.702-05:00"Consumptive Invasion"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/emo_71.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/emo_71.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><CENTER><B><br />Within the world<br />Long forgotten words<br />In the expanse of all that has happened<br />It's significance of greatness<br />Overwhelmed me until<br />I could contain myself no longer<br />It then reduced me to tears<br />Then in all my fears that I might forget<br />The words appeared<br />Then faded quickly<br />Beyond redemption of my grasp<br />What was left were all the memories<br />Their intricate inter twining<br />Until I realized<br />I could not live without<br />For this was the true meaning of love<br />For me<br /><br />~Moses~<br />© 2010 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved</B></CENTER>Moseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246988718676392446noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784902535578862071.post-82440527929983770182010-06-07T04:17:00.002-04:002010-06-07T04:19:32.806-04:00"Shadow of my Former Self"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/ferdinando_scianna.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 211px;" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/ferdinando_scianna.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><CENTER><B>We walk in the shadows <br />Of our former selves<br />The earthly bonds<br />Of days gone by<br />In remembrance<br />Of all we have seen<br />Those innocent days<br />Which now magnify<br />Time is the only part of the essence<br />That cannot be recaptured <br />Part of our dreams<br />Or so it seems<br />Only in memory is enraptured<br />In the shadows<br />Of what we once were<br />To the sound of the tinkling brass<br /><br />~Moses~<br />© 2010 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved</B></CENTER>Moseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246988718676392446noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784902535578862071.post-40755043116751465102010-06-06T01:30:00.001-04:002010-06-06T01:32:34.828-04:00"Triumph"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/01-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/01-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><CENTER><B>Victory comes from within oneself<br />Deep beyond the shadowed eye<br />Amidst the tugging of hallowed emotions<br />Looking for position as they vie<br />With no disturbance in tranquility<br />Influences work towards the center<br />At the end of each day it is the way<br />Mutterings of yet a dissenter<br />Yet victory within itself<br />Will rise to meet the occasion<br />Removing doubt from the voices<br />Who flee from their own persuasion<br /><br />~Moses~<br />© 2010 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved</B></CENTER>Moseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246988718676392446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784902535578862071.post-81124285851172545172010-06-05T03:54:00.001-04:002010-06-05T03:55:44.410-04:00"Milford"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/special%20pictures/special%20pictures%202/402681961c519479cb3rr9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 335px;" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/special%20pictures/special%20pictures%202/402681961c519479cb3rr9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><CENTER><B>He has always been handled<br />With gentle care<br />Milford the duck <br />Who I won on a dare<br />Last summer down on the beach<br />I ran a race for the fuzzy fellow<br />Now he lives at the house with me<br />Where things are pretty mellow<br />Mr.Perkins my old tomcat<br />Naps with Milford each day<br />On weekends he goes to the beach<br />With always something to say<br />Pelicans fly and Milford watches<br />Although he has never flown<br />I don't think he knows he's a duck<br />As he mutters in monotone<br />He's a pretty cool guy if I say so myself<br />Showing off to get a few laughs<br />Quite a celebrity in his own right<br />But he can't give out autographs<br /><br />~Moses~<br />© 2010 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved</B></CENTER>Moseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246988718676392446noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784902535578862071.post-87276317788817723752010-06-04T02:54:00.002-04:002010-06-04T02:55:52.290-04:00"Involuntary Servitude"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/geese5477088.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/geese5477088.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><CENTER><B>Origins of life<br />Flocks gather<br />Migration makes its demands<br />Departure to other places<br />Where once were welcoming hands<br />Places of solitude<br />Close to extinction<br />Unable to be saved by grace<br />Unrelenting pace<br />Thriving within the insult<br />Of waste<br />Poured upon the land<br /><br />~Moses~<br />© 2010 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved</B></CENTER>Moseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246988718676392446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784902535578862071.post-1606163675532683212010-06-02T00:49:00.002-04:002010-06-02T00:54:18.446-04:00"Black Crown of Death"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/6a00d83451b05569e20134819d5713970c-.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/6a00d83451b05569e20134819d5713970c-.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><CENTER><B>He knows his world has changed<br />Covered in the pitch of tar<br />Black death until his final breath<br />Upon this scourge<br />That defiles the land<br />Caused by the hand of man<br />Until his final breath<br />He floats upon the sea<br />Folded wings with open eyes<br />Behind him a world dies<br />Celestial bodies shine down<br />He only questions why<br />In remembrance of<br />The blackened royal crown<br /><br /><br />~Moses~<br />© 2010 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved</B></CENTER>Moseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246988718676392446noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784902535578862071.post-70113316990347829782010-06-01T23:20:00.000-04:002010-06-01T23:22:33.114-04:00"Invasion"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/6a00d83451b05569e20133ee6c4d93970b-.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/6a00d83451b05569e20133ee6c4d93970b-.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><CENTER><B>Giant Anaconda coils<br />Sucking black blood<br />From peaceful lagoons<br />Rest upon the banks<br />Constricted in the deluge <br />Brought on by the ooze<br />That engulfs <br />Drawn by hands<br />Stretching out<br />Over wetlands<br />Upon beaches<br />Into the far reaches<br />Poison flows<br />Into what it blankly bestows<br />Crushing what remains<br />In the wake of blackened days<br />Far from the cities without pity<br />Instead of feet pounding <br />Upon concrete pavements<br />Intaglio engravements<br />In the once golden sand<br />Where quiet bliss engaged<br />Life fluttered in the moment<br />Alas the invasion begins<br /><br />~Moses~<br />© 2010 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved</B></CENTER>Moseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246988718676392446noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784902535578862071.post-85944925478841928472010-05-30T11:10:00.002-04:002010-05-30T11:13:39.686-04:00"Inertia"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=" http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/serinasgraytraffic.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src=" http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/serinasgraytraffic.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><CENTER><B>Velocity abides in sanguine motion<br /> A disposition of characteristics flows<br />Throbbing pulsations within the vein<br />Concealed in the outer barriers<br />Of the androgynous city<br />Stamen and pistil thrive ambiguously<br />Alongside of each other<br />Untagged emotion within heartless objects<br />Stifled in the temporal moment<br />From the blazing yellow eye<br />Like melody that flows from the violin<br /><br />~Moses~<br />© 2010 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved</B></CENTER>Moseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246988718676392446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784902535578862071.post-30782605885173882152010-05-29T13:13:00.002-04:002010-05-29T13:14:23.780-04:00"Birth"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/Sarolta_Tangaroa_RGB_Blog-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 159px;" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/Sarolta_Tangaroa_RGB_Blog-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><CENTER><B>Blower of the horn<br />Such was the day<br />Mass exodus of all life<br />Sowing of seeds<br />Ripe for planting<br />In search of its own midwife<br />Before all signs<br />Or the meaning of symbols<br />Sweet music freely flows<br />Teeming with life<br />Electrified energy<br />Truly the show of all shows<br />Primordial ooze upon the place<br />Surrounding ether above<br />Such is the Horn of fruitful compassion<br />In likeness to the pure white dove<br /><br />~Moses~<br />© 2010 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved</B></CENTER>Moseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246988718676392446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784902535578862071.post-36305348738901745572010-05-28T21:32:00.002-04:002010-05-28T21:33:40.648-04:00"Menace in the Clouds"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/passing_clouds_the-croc-and-fish-WE.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/passing_clouds_the-croc-and-fish-WE.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><CENTER><B>There was a school of angel fish<br />Only three remain<br />It looks as though they will not make it<br />Before the coming rain<br />That big crocodile waits patiently<br />For them to come his way<br />It looks as though he's going to have<br />Those angel fish today<br />But wait here comes a gust of wind<br />As I sit upon this log<br />The crocodile is changing<br />Into a harmless frog<br />It looks as though the fish are smiling<br />Maybe all along they knew<br />The crocodile would not get them<br />The magic wind had told those fish<br />And calmed them with a clue<br /><br />~Moses~<br />© 2010 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved</B></CENTER>Moseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246988718676392446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784902535578862071.post-9130882161869002332010-05-28T02:00:00.004-04:002010-05-28T02:10:38.823-04:00"Silent Friend"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/1109361362_gal_zmierzch-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/1109361362_gal_zmierzch-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><CENTER><B>Bare limbed trees<br />October days<br />Auburn leaves released<br />The crow sentinel ponders<br />On quiet coldish morns<br />Sloughed flowers<br />Blankness in its stare<br />Such are the ways<br />Visitations from the corvid<br />Deep beauty<br />In the silence<br />Upon the window pane<br />From that which must refrain<br />Bent boughs pose<br />Posterior limbs reach out<br />Grasping in their hold<br />Gentle winds in cold rain<br />The sentinel observes<br />In that which remains<br /><br />~Moses~<br />© 2010 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved<br /></B></CENTER>Moseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246988718676392446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784902535578862071.post-87470192545432404422010-05-24T02:20:00.001-04:002010-05-24T02:21:50.928-04:00"Rain"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/tumblr_l0dzf18awC1qz7lxdo1_1280-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/tumblr_l0dzf18awC1qz7lxdo1_1280-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><CENTER><B>Beneath the folding hands of Heaven<br />Underlying provocation within the sky<br />Anticipation of the revelation<br />Within my own disguise<br />In realization of wanton<br />To dancing in the rain<br />Celebration of joy and sorrow<br />The bliss of knowing pain<br />Crows invade my inner mind<br />Along the Oregon coast<br />Where trees speak only to me<br />My sight of a shadowing ghost<br />Solitude a cherished thing<br />From childhood dreams<br />Not yet realized<br />In such things concealed<br />From whence it had materialized<br /><br />~Moses~<br />© 2010 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved<br />(Inspired by IsaacLonetree)<br /></B></CENTER>Moseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246988718676392446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2784902535578862071.post-5667652444987590622010-05-22T05:37:00.002-04:002010-05-22T05:38:58.019-04:00"Friends"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/monkeyvk.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r55/Moshev/monkeyvk.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><CENTER><B>He merrily washes her every spring<br />Never missing a stroke<br />They've been friends since childhood<br />Since their eyes had met<br />On warm days they slumber<br />Under the rays of the sun<br />At night she sleeps by his cage<br />A friendship that's never done<br /><br />~Moses~<br />© 2010 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved</B></CENTER>Moseshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246988718676392446noreply@blogger.com0