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There is no correction
For my disconnection
As to what has occured
My vision is blurred
Too many tears to express my fears
Part of my world has ended
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I am able to cope
As I cling to a hope
That part of me is found
As I wander the land
Too weak to demand
I am sick with illness at my loss
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The tears choke me inside
I feel as if part of me has died
To the utter sickness of dread
Inside I am truly dead
Loves of my life where have you gone
Do you not hear your mothers song
It is for you I cry my tears
Come home to quench my fears
You have been gone too long
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I will not give up hope to find
It will forever be in my mind
That you are always close to my heart
It will be impossible for me to depart
As much as it is my soul
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
The lady of the sea
Her face haunts me so
String of pearls entwined
About her graceful neck
She emerges from the water
The glance from her eyes
No words need be spoken
Revival of a soul that dies
Crashing waves cannot contain
Thrashings unto the sand
Its miniscule grains escape punishment
Within the clasping hands
A decade goes by
She utters not a word
Her movements are as the graceful bird
There is still that look within her eyes
They speak a million words
Under a blanket of clouded skies
In this twilight of brief joy
In her is the distant star
That grants me no wish
Upon my heart I reliquish all my pain
For a moments peace in sleep
Upon her lap
If I were her child within my dream
I would not stray far
When my floatation upon the sea
Draweth me out beyond the sandbar
She would gently bring me back
To safety upon those shores
With her reassuring eye upon me
My drawing breath until the last
Knowing my future was not past
There she would be in my awakening
With her hauntings to keep me intrigued
She is the lady of the sea
With her pearls wrapped around me
Keeping me safe forevermore
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
It was within that nature of her eye
That first beheld me so
On that sandy beach she slumbered
She was found wanton
Sand mingled with perspiration
Her pungent musk perceived
Derived from elements
Strangely enough it draws me
Such grains of sand upon her face
They speak to me quietly
The mind meld occurs
Only up to certain points
The buoy bell is heard offshore
I know my place and my boundaries
Its distraction reminds me
This figment of my imagination
Merely a vision of the mermaid
Who rested upon the shore
It is no wonder she does not speak
Within the scope of my vision
Her iris speaks a thousand words
Standing on cold slats beneath my feet
They protect me from her burning coals
The vibration of the heart pounds
It is not my heart that ponders
In rythmic response to the bell
I cast her out into the ocean
Returning her to the place
From whence she first approached
Grains of sand are washed away
Returned to their origins
Only the image of her eye remains
As she descends to her home
Deep within the oceans of time
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Restraint applied to hands
Damaged much like my soul
Sleeveless shirts are not an option
Those deep wounds which are now
Scars upon me mark
My inner voice and spirit
Know what makes me tick
That unrelenting pressure
Must somehow escape
I sit within the rows of corn
Crows inhabit the trees
Down low I must go
To avoid the putrid breeze
Unseen in the stalks that grow
Life goes on with or without me
Bruised bodies and minds
Cosmetically arranged
Camouflage to stifle the masses
Whom their selves are deranged
Drawn lines by those
Who determine where sanity ends
I project my actions of the past
Upon the wall for all to see
None of them can agree
Which chapters give them erections
Yet their foul mannered minds
Consider in all directions
What chink in the armor
Displays my inner weakness
In darkness I abide
Knowing full well about hell
How kindness is mistaken
As that weakness
Which in their wild imaginations
They seek to exploit
Catch me if you can assholes
But look yourself in the mirror
That is if you can look directly into your eyes
Looking down deep into the abyss
In observance of that which dies
There is nothing here for you
Look to yourselves for a quickening
Project your own images upon the wall
It is you then who will fall
In your shameless state of vanity
To keep you in accepted sanity
By others who you call brothers
Like Skulls and Bones
In overtones
Hiding in the shadows
Not in the clear
What makes you so different
From my own fear
Yet I sit in these rows of corn
With hands securely bound
Protected not from myself
But from being found
Wanton in the way with idle hands
Walk on you soldiers of fortune
In unwelcome lands
Judge me and give me a label
If that makes you feel stable
I am laughing inside
My smile is wide
This is why I secretly abide
Within my own self
Protection is needed sorely
Until you have wandered away
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Fairest amongst thousands
Altogether lovely
Even in crowds that congregate
Shuffling feet however discreet
Will not allow perfection to consummate
Inconspicuously they smelt as ribbons
Tied together in one great rope
Bridge the gap in lapsing spirits
Indifferent to those who grope
Wearily they hang on to false hope
Clicking and beating out their song
Sparrows flight over acursed ground
Ne'r do they acknowledge sound
In their fright they steal away
Leaving the fields astray
Disivisons within nature's way
The hermit rose of crimson
Flourishes in the field of gold
It needs no other to gather for itself
The rays of the gleaming sun
Warmth to its petals in likeness
A brocade in its own right
Silently it sways in the wind
Refusing to allow variances
To close it off from within
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
I know I will always be loved
Until the end of time
Whether I die desolate in the street
Or quietly in my bed
Messages in bottles strewn
Along the beaches
Reaching those who find them
Such words written
That beam with light
Afterwards they know
Everything will be alright
What has been sought in the debri
Vital messages meant only for one ear
It is the way out of their fear
My recompense for uprooting life
Gently planting seeds in bottles
Casting them upon the oceans
Wherever I may be
How many will grow from this
That I will never see
It is rather the planting
That brings satisfaction
Nature will do the rest
Discarded empty bottles remain
As vessels that retain
Empty hollow bottles
That capture the heart momentarily
Destroying all their pain
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Sleeping quietly upon my headboard
If I don't wake in his time
He will hop onto my pillow
Gently pulling at my eyebrow
Inspection of my ear may occur
Escape is impossible
When the pillow goes over my head
He can be felt walking up and down
Until he lifts up the quilt at my feet
Pecking at my toes
He will surely see to it that I rise
Just as the sun must rise each day
Where ever I go he will follow
Eating food from my plate
He has imprinted himself upon my heart
How I wonder if he could speak
We spend out time wondering
He wants to be like me
I want to be like him
A great eagle in ways
Majestic in pose
Sleeping in my pocket
He will slumber
In the safety of my clothes
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Elevated he briefly stated
Thou shalt be in paradise with me
It lies beyond these double doors
We shall lay with society's whores
Fear not the place in potter's field
To my words give yield
I speak no more
My breath is gone
Soon shall come the evening dawn
We know not when the sun shall rise
Yet it knows of our demise
Verily it peeps over the cusp
Of a horizon
That burns the souls
Who dig our holes
Out in potter's field
Where ravens rest their wings
Doves go by
The church bell rings
Think upon these ponderous things
You who are amongst the living dead
Your unique feeling of what you dread
Is all in your head
Paranoid drama that haunts you so
Sexless pretenders to and fro
Thank the Gods that death saves us
From your meaningless words
Our time is spent listening to
Songs of gentle birds
Who mourn more for our souls
Than you ever will in your lifetime
For you are just the living dead
Old and worthless before your prime
Yea though we walk through this
Valley of death
We have no fear of crossing paths
With your kind ever again
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Hey your lookin' pretty good with that hat on;
And that smile on your face;
I like that look it really suits you;
Somehow I know you are agressive for your age;
Imagination places you on top of me;
Looking down you will say;
Aha old man now what will you do;
You have come to my town unannounced;
Now you are my prisoner;
To do with as I please;
You will write a poem for me each day;
Or I will not let you up from your place;
On top of me you say;
Why do you think I chose you;
Old men would not know what to do with it;
Even when offered;
But they contemplate greatly;
I will tap into your wisdom;
After you are drained;
I will cast you aside;
Like a vampire does when there is no more blood;
Lay there passively mind you;
Do not let my outer beauty beguile you;
Inside me is a passion you will never see;
But I will draw pictures for you in your mind;
The mere insight will drive you insane;
Then you will write no more for me;
I will bury you under my floorboards;
Each night I will make love to your bones;
Reading what you have written for me;
You will hear and I will tell you about the moon;
Then you will know;
I truly loved you from the time I first saw your face;
This is why I have buried you close to me;
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
