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Nothing to show from the day before
Or the night before as well
A few laughs with fair weather friends
The occasional clientele
Sunlight shines upon the dresser
Upon worthless bills
Empty bottles sitting nearby staring
At my empty heart that fills
With silent tears that no one sees
Laughing to keep from crying
No shoulder to lean on
Or to declare my love undying
What silent days I ponder
Into what has grown
Monotony upon my doorstep
From seeds that have been sown
Spangled glitter of brevity
Once my heart was true
As a newborn drake who glides
Across the lake anew
~Moses~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Out and the end of the wooden pier
Thinking late at night
When the lull of waves are upon me
The foaming caps of white
Under the moon which glows
Upon the watery mist
Gentle fog that rolls in slowly
With no effort to resist
As far out as the eye can see
Piercing the dark sea
An imagined horizon that lies beyond
Lives the untouchable esprit
Quiet thunderstorms in the distance
Rolling thunders thrive
Drum beat like stirs like heavenly wings
Even unto lightnings which cannot deprive
The serenity of the moment in time
Which belongs to those who seek
To listen with an open ear
Of things which subtly speak
~Moses~
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All the while riding the train
Through the window in the rain
Thoughts of coming home to stay
Big city life just got too big
Never a moment of peace or silence
Sirens blaring
People staring
Not much to it except for the stench
An occasional rodent
It's the safest form of entertainment
Blank stares surround everyone
Never knowing what's intended
The train trudged onwards towards home
My mind continued to roam
Of childhood days down by the lake
When you scared me with that snake
Riding our bikes down the trail
Our friendship was never doomed to fail
Well I am home now and you are here
At the depot where the train rests
Far away from the booming city
It is a city without pity
I am in your arms with no regrets
~Moses~
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The Michelin Man is in the sky
I think he is trying to catch that fish
Lucky I was eating lunch and saw him
Before that cloud went swish
It looks like he put on some weight
He seems to be growing a tail
Perhaps he needs to eat that fish
Before he can prevail
Today is cool so he won't sweat
Blowing across the sky
Isn't he tired-he looks a bit pale
His stomach must be fluttering
Like a butterfly
~Moses~
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Each day goes by without a word
Today I brought her flowers
Each night my thoughts are of her
Unlike mysterious powers
We've seen each other over time
But never spoke a word
Time was just not on our side
We had not yet matured
Perhaps tomorrow I will speak
If not then-maybe next week
~Moses~
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Each day when the girl from next door comes looking
I hide in the fountain by the square
It all started out quite innocently
When she offered to cut my hair
Soon it became a weekly ritual
Afterwards we took walks in the park
Next thing I know we are going to places
Listening to the songs of a lark
Spending time at the city zoo
Even a flower show
Where this all was going I wondered
And where it would eventually go
For many months it carried on
But now she wants me to marry
It is a burden for me to think of
Fearful that I must carry
I like her alot but what if I fail
Or what if we stop taking our walks
Life might get too serious
It might show up in our talks
Some people automatically get old
Ending up like my mom and dad
They don't seem to ever have fun
I suspect they are mostly sad
Then there is the subject of children
I don't know much about being a dad
It's sort of scary thinking of it
Then what if my wife go mad
She might stop talking to me
Or force me to eat dinner alone
I think hiding in the fountain for now
Is better than facing the unknown
~Moses~
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Some people think I'm too old to have fun
That I shouldn't be laughing out loud
They think I should keep to myself
Like it's some sort of a sin to be proud
I feel no different than when I was young
My feelings towards life are the same
Admittedly there are a few handicaps
But none that have brought me defame
It takes me a bit to get going in the morn
My requirements for sleep are now much less
I'm not outmoded by any means except morally
Of this I must acquiesce
Each day of awakening is a day of thanks
Another chance to live my life
Until it ends I intend to dance
To the tune of the drum and the fife
~Moses~
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These are my brothers
For all that they're worth
Full of laughs in their world of mirth
Always the clowns at everything
In my observation they make the world
A bit brighter
Creating smiles upon peoples faces
The ones who seem to be going through paces
Who struggle to get by each day
The ones who don't have much to say
I have seen these two brothers of mine
Put smiles upon those faces
And joy into their hearts
~Moses~
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Sorry fella this is my place
I have no illusions about moving
Winter is just around the corner
So unless you have plans of improving
My situation which is close at hand
Soon little ones will be here to tend
For now I need plenty of rest
My intentions were not to offend
This spring the premises will be vacated
From then on this place is all yours
Best you close the lid on my nest
And remain at your place indoors
~Moses~
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Meaningless clothespins that hang in a row
The drooping cord in a silent room
Hands that once touched them
Long gone over the horizon where once flowers bloomed
I used to make her necklaces from flowers
They always made her smile
She never told me those dandelions were only weeds
In that room where those clothespins still hang
I sat upon the chair and watched her
In that flower print dress
Dust particles filtered in sunlight
Her song could be heard
Then momentarily she would pinch her cheeks
In anticipation of her man
An airplane mechanic once
He had learned how to soar into the skies
Taking her with him
Into the heights beyond
Upon my own reflection
Those clothespins are not as meaningless
That is why they continue to hang in a row
As I look upon the wall
~Moses~
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