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You got a problem?
This is my porch
Oh you want to pass?
Not just yet bud-you got anything for me to eat
Hey-watch your feet
I been around here for quite awhile
All the worms in the yard are mine too
I'm not afraid of you
Up yours buddy and your dog also
Oh-your putting up a feeder filled with seeds
And a bird bath for my needs
Oh well I guess its ok for you to be here
Just remember who was here first
I got babies to raise in my nest
I won't be coerced
The last ones who lived here fed me well
They kept their cat inside
Once I pecked that cat on his ear
I could have sworn I saw a tear
Emitted from his swollen eye
Ok buddy-hello and goodbye
Welcome to the neighborhood
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
By the shores in contemplation
The tides lapping the waves
Upon my feet
They are discreet
Knowing what my soul craves
Where sky and ocean shall meet
Enveloping me in its cradled space
Of all the songs where my heart longs
I can never hope to embrace
The slightest whim of nature's ways
Its sheltered plan regenerates
Energy flows in many directions
It always seems to correlate
Beginning to end where neither flows
All are one and in the same
There is no darkness without light
There is no quenching of the flame
Desire burns to those who know
Gentle are the ways
In graceful days
As creation plays adagio
~Moses~
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Cultures of people gathered about
A bouquet of humans who feel and see
Everywhere in our daily lives
At every level of degree
Without the difference in our presence
The absence of variety
Streets would be barren and silent
In a limited society
Every flower under the sun
Recieves what it needs to exist
All that is done under the sun
Has the right to persist
Until its roots have taken hold
Its foliage shall be bold
To take the extra when it is in need
It shall overcome the greed
To block its growth in its own being
It shall survive the test
Until it shall flourish as was intended
This is the promise to the oppressed
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Maddening crowds jeering a name
Adversity will be the ending fate
An entire nation hypnotized
Effectively attempting to cultivate
He could have raised his hand to good
But chose to fill his own desire
Burning books and ideas
Upon the bonfire
Megalomania ruled the day
In such a magnificent way
Upturning his hand to direct the masses
In all that surpasses
Hidden meanings to reach a goal
That could never hope to be reached
Lies and death under his breath
Were what he piously preached
A nation laughed and changed its ways
Until the ending of its days
When all its places lay in decayed desolation
No more words from the oration
Upon the podium of fates he stands
A nation in denial of soiled hands
Covered alibis of all who participated
Discovering that their cause was underated
All things are soon to be forgotten
In the light of a new day of all begotten
Sons are not liable for the sins of their fathers
A generation of corruption passes into oblivion
And dissapears into the smoke that rises
~Moses~
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Her name is Ebony
She's my favorite
I like the way she plays
She waits for me to come home
And never ceases to amaze
The things she does
Are pretty funny
She's one of my close friends
When I call her she comes scampering
And often she intends
To remain outside of her little cage
To snooze upon my quilted bed
Until I pick her up gently
And place her on my head
She jumps right off into her cage
Then looks around a bit
Then its off to bed she goes
Until I will permit
Her next time out when she will play
And run around the room
But first she must get her treat
She lifts me from my gloom
For all the ways a little thing
Can bring me such a smile
Ebony my rodent friend
Has made my life worthwhile
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Playin' the tunes as they come to me
Harmonica Man is what they call me
I started out playin' when I was a boy
Down on the Mississippi Delta
Chopped that cane all day long
Played my harmonica all night long
Heard that music in my head
All day long and all night long
It kept things buzzin' in my head
Even when momma was layin' in bed
Don't know how to play by note
Plenty o' them songs that I have wrote
Used that harp to get my girl
Used that harp to pay my way
Used that harp to say what I wanted to say
Down in them towns where I used to play
Pure music flowin' from the Mississippi mud
I'll play til the music won't play no more
~Moses~
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Now she's mad
I don't blame her
She came down all this way
To get me and take me home
From my place in New Orleans
Three more days are all that's left
She agreed to ten days with me
I listen to the jazz which reminds me of her
I been roaming four months now
I want to get lost in the music by the sea
I want her to be in the music with me
Down in the Quarter where my soul survives
The music in my heart that revives
Three more days-today is seven
Then it will be time for me to leave heaven
It's not so bad in the other place
At least she's there to steady my pace
I don't want to grow up and forget
The place where the music plays
My lady is my song though I must admit
Who fills my waking days
In this place without a care-it is my love affair
On the street where I feel the beat
Electrical impulses invade my body
I can deeply feel every note played
And all it may embody
The music and my lady are part of my soul
To do and be done are part of my role
I will keep the music of the streets in my head
And return to home and sleep in my own bed
My lady will be my music for me
I will smoke my cigarettes and caress her hair
And think of New Orleans and the love affair
Since I was a young boy on a roll
Looking for the place to fill my soul
I got three more days to be myself
With the music and my lady under the sun
Before this roll I'm on is done
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
In retrospect I am a man
Who does alot of thinking
I am my mother's child
In shallow depths of sinking
To reach the end as I search
Vast arrays of prisms
Those who oppose as I rose
To voices of the schisms
Colors that were not yet discovered
I saw in visions clearly
I am also my father's child
In whom I loved so dearly
Blood runs thickly through my veins
I am the flesh that thrives
Walking amongst all that flourishes
That either withers or survives
In darkness I contemplate
What I will do in light
My mind and heart shall meld together
Into primary insight
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
When I was thirteen mother died
The rung I clasped by her left side
Closest to where her heart laid
Memories of her shall not fade
Brother and sister stood nearby
Filled with tears and sorrow
Under skies of coldest grey
In fields made of yarrow
Time had seemed to stand still
A fight against my inner will
Her burden was light for she was frail
A slight lifting of the veil
Where I could peer beyond horizons
A view of yonder days
I walk the path without her voice
In the silent maze
All that looks down upon me
For I am small indeed
With humble heart the journey ends
All my hopes and dreams were dashed
For this I must concede
I will rise above my rank
My slow ascent where I must go
To meadows where my mother's voice
Can clearly be a guide
In my mind she lives so brightly
As if she never died
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Hard to believe not long ago
But how could anyone really know
We used to be such good friends
We laughed and played all day
Then he got dad very angry
With nothing more to say
I told him to apologize
Or life would be uncertain
No more deals-no more laughs
No more Haliburton
He would not listen to no avail
I tried my best to remedy things
But dad insisted I spank him hard
Until his body swings
I miss my friend so much these days
In utter sad reflection
What the hell is that horrible smell
It's the stench from my election
~Moses~
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