"New Year's Feast"

Crowds gather in anticipation
Fluttering wings
Nervous feet shifting
Ear shattering noise
Reaching its pitch
Only the bleating of the mother
An obstacle to a feast
Upon the innocent
That which has fallen
Deserted by the flock
As it lay bare upon the ground
Before the masses
Ready to pounce
Yet the sheep call out
As the crows gather
Drawing closer
~
Momentarily the ewe stirs
Clumsily it stands
Awakening from unconsciousness
In its zeal she has fallen
No longer stunned
Returning to the waiting flock
Crows gasping in despair
At the loss
Quelling the fever of the pitch

~Moses~
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"Variety"

A carpet of flowers that leads to a place
Where branches of trees like arms reach out
Towards all those who approach with gentle care
Cultures of trees like cultures of people
Of many races and many tongues
That flourish under the warmth of the sun
Stalks of wheat that reach to a sky
Until the day is given to the moon
A bouquet of flowers represents the many
Species who inhabit the earthen planet
Such is the variety of existence
In an endless journey over a horizon
Where time and distance have no rule

~Moses~
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"Walking the Streets"

The conglomeration of lights
Dance about me
Some are bright
Others are dim
In the street walking great distances
Searching for something
Though I know not exactly what it is
Perhaps a lonely cat
Who just so happens to catch my eye
Or roosting pigeons
Who oddly huddle together
On a remote window ledge
Barely visible to a passerby
Sirens are heard in the distance
Then there is the hollow sound
Of the tires on the street
A light rain has finished
Now the streets are barely damp
I can feel the surface of the sidewalk
Grabbing at the soles of my shoes
Then there is the yaw in my heel
Followed by a familiar creak
Nobody gives any notice
It's after midnight
And the city slumbers
Yet here I am with my own thoughts
For with them I shall stay
In the city that slumbers
After midnight
On barely damp streets
After the rain

~Moses~
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"Utterings"

This is the end of the world as I know it
A breeze flows through my long fur
Behind me my master watches intensely
Focused on the mounts in the distance
Unaware of the surrounding resistance
The clouds as pillows
Some of which I have rested upon
In my daytime dreams
Odd as all this seems
I have brought my master to this place
Rather than him bringing me
What does he know of such places
Or of voices that rise from the sea
Feint echoes that ring out
It is far from silence to my ear
Hearing that which calls out to me
Upon these plateaus in the wind that blows

~Moses~
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"Closed Eyes Open"

Small sparks go off inside my head
My energy draws them
In the meditation of my fixation
Overflowing thoughts revive
That which is inside
It has relied
On the interjection of flowing energy
That emanates from my soul
Such living things that enclose me
In their closeness I have come to know
A journey into places unfolded
On the path where few can go
Quickly things go by that are only meant to be seen
Kept unto myself for preservation
In my own determination
To see that such things continue free
In my deepest secrets
They can only be revealed
To those who have a zeal
Gifted with an ability to see

~Moses~
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"Dreaming in the Park"

Reading the New York Times
In Central Park's chaos
Those dreams of billowing cloud forms
A thousand miles away
Under the tall pines
Feint odors of burnt diesel exhaust
Stinging the nostrils
Drills puncture the earth
Searching for oil
Fossil fuel muffles the sound
Of screaming dinosaurs
That drive the forces
Of scouring winds
Causing wilting flowers
That die in the autumn breeze
Upon the lake that's traveled
A swan's breath is seen
Forming in the mist
Of grappling fog embracing trees
Not far off are the quiet fields
Where myths are born

~Moses~
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"Memories Revealed"

In a dream I shall feel
through splendid cities flowers of ink;
mad with love on each skull;
like dragonflies threading
of black devils and black wolves!

In a great bronze chariot
oh flower-flesh.
- its coolness on my feet
the flowers that you picked.
For these cracked brains
in each soft corner.
- from violet forests:
where the stars are sleeping.

The black gallows moan
on the calm black water
under the light
of her great veils rising
the great dreaming swan but endless;

I cared nothing for all,
in the long violet coagulations
of sour apples
pale-eyed muzzles of snorting oceans
into burning funnels
devoured by vermin

~Moses~
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"Crossing Over"

Urban noise in the air
Suspension cables
Giant harp strings
Slung into service
With no song to be heard
Wafting odor
Ocassional stench mixed
With oil and smog
Trudging onward in the morning
In observance of fog floating
Others who walk beside me
Soem are out in front
While others are behind
Refusal to make eye contact
In the shadow of the bridge
A relic of beauty
Supporting all that cross over
Whom take its presence for granted
Dwarfed by the city of its birth
Naked skyscrapers looming
Headlights serving as thousands of eyes
All crying in the congestion
Winking traffic lights
Switching from red to amber to green
It moves slowly in the noise
The giant harp strings never tremble
Only when realization creeps in
Is the desire to retreat evident
Into the safety of the bridge
That leads to roads in both directions

~Moses~
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"Concealed Observer"

Hidden in the tall grass
Able to see
All that is before me
Though surrounded
My hiding place allows
Vantage points;
In seclusion
Removed from all chaos
The delusions of grandeur
Safely at their distance
Over such horizons
Their shadows are observed
In the noise they thrive
In places where the feet
Beat the street
Beyond the tall grass
Where I hide in the womb
Of tranquility

~Moses~
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"Inadequacies"

Living in the shadows
Within its own concept
A somber feline thrives
Behind a mask which filters
Sunlight in a place
Where words have no meaning
Phrases are spoken
That drift into darkness
Upon deaf ears
In a secret world
Safe from prying eyes
That might otherwise
Through cause and effect
Alter the delicate balance
Achieved in earnest silence
Dedicated to what is needed
To keep the daily watch
Upon my own spirit
That lives within the heart
In pursuit of dreams
Concealed inside the mind

~Moses~
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