"Dreaming in the Field"

Tall grass reaching out
In the field of chirping crickets
Coarse blades attempt to cling
What might lurk in thickets
Imagination runs rampant
Unlike wheat mingled with chaff
Far off is the trail
With its epitaph
Although a bird looks horizontal
To see open skies
Tall pines near mountaintops
A song that never dies
In this place of silence
Nature coexists in tranquil peace
Distantly is heard the bleating ewe
In this gracious masterpiece

~Moses~
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"Destiny of Fate"

Only the eyes are left intact
Ravaged in time to disrepair
Few would notice what's inside
Even less would care
The real beauty that resides
Within my silent heart
Of broken dreams and promises
Which are never kept
In latter days
The sun shone through
As though I'd never wept
Hope dashed many times
Still this child inside
Quietly trembling in my waiting
My heart will softly abide

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"Enduring Love"

As if their fate had always been
A planted sapling long ago
Located on the silk road
Before the days of Marco Polo
The tree grew strong and true
Many things passed before it
In days of dark and morning dew
Generations came and went
Wars were fought in discontent
Yet the tree remained
It knew itself in gracious times
Hiding in invisibility
Quietly as its great trunk climbed
Great storms could not prevail
Yet lightnings could not avoid
It struck the great tree one day
Ending what it had enjoyed
Slowly it died as it roots gave way
Until it fell as some say
A peasant passing by gave notice
Seeing its beauty even in death
Sensing all that was united
Until its last breath
With loving care he carved from it
Through out casting winds that blew
For in the work he poured his heart
As this he always knew
Fate would keep his work together
In days of dark and morning dew
Two chairs were formed
One for virtue-One for strength
Carefully he carved them out
Endurance in each length
Together they have always been
And this will always be

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"Tremblings"

Familiarity in the air
Last chance to savor the odors of it
On my train ride to destinations unknown
Far off from what has been mine
A voice from the man who brings my hay
Laughter of children in the park
Others of my own kind alongside
There is more fear in the trembling
Of others compared to my own
Cold steel doors encase me
The rumbling of these wheels is not friendly
Anxious for the time when they will cease
Observing the moon that follows
Wondering if there will be one
When this journey ends
Will there be laughter in the air
Are there others of my own kind
Someone remarked that I would be reunited
But I do not know what this means
The smell of the herd fills my trunk
Thickness in the air and in my throat
I am at the mercy of the steel monster
As it pulls me to my next horizon
Far beyond the limits of these tracks

~Moses~
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"Unquenchable Desire"

Each day that passes
Taken for granted
Although such days that seem to go
Details under a crescent moon
That seem to somehow know
In the passing of time
Of a twinkling star
Although its beacon seems afar
An insignificance in the total array
Surely the light that enters the eye
Is sweetness unto the mind
Furthermore unto the soul
Water is not missed from the great well
Until the well has run dry
Yet the thirst is much greater
Than what can quench the thought
Earthly delights within the meaning
Of a heaven burdened with frought

~Moses~
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"Nomadic Rains"

Engulfing rains pursue just out the window
Reflections into the mind of the nomad
Into what has been seen
Once exposed to such elements
Never able to place things in reverse
In the unrelenting noise of the machine
Thunder's voice remains unresolved
A mystery which cannot be solved
Familiar patterns reappear
Into prisms of another dimension
Beyond the realm of all fear
Addictions dissapear within the abyss
Unto the nomad who has seen all of this
Hounds and jackals howling as in like
Of the voices in corridors
Relentless water pushing against the dyke
The golden bowl disintegrates
Voicing its rage
Until the integrity of the mind
Surrenders to its cage

~Moses~
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"Hummingbird"

My spirit lives within the roots
Of this dying tree
A hummingbird senses
Touching what's left of me
Essence of nectar within reach
Yet my presence concerns
What must beseech
An inner calling
Hidden in silence
The gentle whispering
That floats across the meadows
Then upon flower petals
Resting upon these wounded branches
That have fallen to the ground
Light halfheartedness that flutters
Yet no tear is shed
Or greater happiness found

~Moses~
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"Barren Lands"

On this vast plane of measureless intensity
Where all flesh has sought out to be dust
Blown away like traveling tumbleweeds
The intellect remains intact somewhat
Contemplation begins to set in
Deep reflections within reach
In the great expanse of time
All earthly desire becomes extinct
On other plateaus there remains
A desire of connectivity
With the upper energies
That flow like rivers
Over the hills of far away

~Moses~
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"Silent Noise"

Parallel platforms of rust
On vertical walls that clutch
Stench from laundry permeates
Looking down on the street below
Sirens crush the air
Destruction of peace
Only the deaf can survive
Untouched by surroundings
As the radio plays
Vain attempts to squelch
Sounds in the city
There are no violent screams
It is much more subtle than that
Sirens blare
Whatever their cause
No moment is captured
Where something is not alive
Woe unto such places
Where only the deaf can survive

~Moses~
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"Metamorphosis"

Gentle rushing sweet breath
Soft wind beneath my wings
Transformation has brought this
The cocoon withers upon the branch
Shimmering as though
It were saying farewell
Soon it will crumble into dust
As the new journey begins
Fragrances of spring's aroma
Flowers that sway in tandem
Dalliance flourishes beneath skies
Touching my newborn wings
Distantly the whippoorwill sings
Flaunting its plumage openly
Living in dark forests of the countryside
By its ways many will abide
My wings flutter momentarily
In this my season under the sun
Until one day when I return
My season will be done

~Moses~
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