"Cesspool Upon the Earth"

Beyond the haunted mesas
In the valleys below
New York City was vaporized
Its radiation persists
As would a plague upon the earth
Those who remained with raised hands
Making inquiry to the heavens
Worms with gourds placed over them
In finality until expiration
Their corpses remain unburied
Rotting in decay upon the earth
No effect can be too great upon me
I am the lady of masks who rides upon
The wings of my invention
Neatly placing mementos into my nest
In the distance a whirlpool continues
A sinkhole that sucks away at the decay
Placing it into the bowels of the earth
The mantis and the butterfly remain
Pollination will replenish in the blooming
In the new days ahead which have begun

~Moses~
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"Fleeing Lithuania"

Creeping rotting vegetation
Wraps itself around the throat
Of local places which once thrived
Strangulation everywhere
Furiously I whip my rabbit
Into submission he sinks
Falling beneath my rage
When the Czar's army came to Kovno
They peered onwards looking
When you placed pipes into their mouths
Forcing water downwards
Until it made them explode
Women and children fled into the river
Drowning themselves out of sacrifice
They said nothing in the shadow of Stalin
You could easily slumber next to me
Not knowing that I have piercing arrows
Under my quilt to thrust into your heart
If not for my grandfather
It would be so but instead:
You are left to the hunger of ravenous wolves

~Moses~
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"House without Curtains"

There are no windows in my room
Seclusion from the daylight
In the countryside
My blue house stands
Without gutters to funnel the rain
The tree on the hill painted
In stealth of night
Blue leaves shimmering
Under the stars
Will they adore eachother
In the light of day
I have no way of knowing
With no windows to look out from my room

~Moses~
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"City of Refuge"

The objects of her lust vary
She uses her squeeze box
Holding her prey close
Upon release they wander aimlessly
Seeking out refuge and celibacy
All desire has been taken from them
Until there is no more to take
Introverts are mentally drained
Extroverts are zapped for their energy
In all that might remain
Strangulation and reticulation
Like wild loose vegetation
It wraps itself around the ankles
Squeezing unto bulging eyes
Sexual death is within her merciless thighs
There is no conversation
In the meat factory where sides of beef
Hanging on hooks awaiting butchery
So that they might be consumed
Ichabod Crane sees the headless horseman
Welcoming him with open arms
Rather than to face the relentless pursuit
Of the squeeze box woman
In a world where
There are not enough doors
That lead to quiet rooms

~Moses~
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"Tears of Blood"

My innocence has been stained
With Crimson tears
Within myself I conceal
Those inner most fears
When blood hath flowed
From other places
Enduring screams
Utter disgrace
Within myself I must conceal
Pretending not to feel
Numb to all such pain
My tears fall like acidic rain
Such wounds that run deep
Looking into my eyes
You cannot see
Beyond my disguise
This sanguine flow
Which stains my thighs
A thousand deaths I have died
No one came to save me
Each time I cried

~Moses~
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"Limbo"

Hard pressed up against the window
Spirited from place to place
At the mercy of people who use me
As though I were a chess piece
My heart is in pain
While my parents battle on
Division in the ranks of variance
Pulled upon like taffy
Cooling waters to quell the heat afar
Until then there is no place of my own
What is love-but a fleeting thing
What I have known of it is dashed
Upon hardened rock that juts upwards
As if reaching for something
Yet I know it is not meant for me
The warm heart that will touch me
Awaits somewhere out in the abyss
Although its presence is felt
It is not yet seen
Rather something accepted on faith
That a day will come when my tears shall fail
My heart will be filled with the warmth of joy
My place will be assured for me
Only then will I be truly loved
Able to breathe once again

~Moses~
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"Night Visitor"

When all is quiet and nothing stirs
A visitor comes to see
The cream skinned girl who slumbers
Upon the featherbed
It is not her skin so fair
Neither is it her silver hair
He is the guardian of the night
Who watches through the candle light
Under the guise of the glowing moon
Until the sun rises once again
She is an angel that he adores
Watching over forever more

~Moses~
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"Distant Voyage"

Sailing towards the end of the world
Magnificently reflecting towards eternity
A voyage not always smooth
Against rough hewn shores
I have adored certain parts
A journey beyond my wildest dreams
Beneath countless stars and many moons
Chapters that seemed endless in time
The wind hath filled my sails full
In the rocking of the bough
Sleeping away in the palm of my hand
Are the precious moments in my life

~Moses~
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"Tomatoes"

My tomatoes accompany me
To the induction center
I pass all my tests and the physical exam
The staff seargant invokes his wrath
Upon my tomatoes
Threatening to exile them
He is politely informed
My tomato bitches go with me
Lest you molest my family
There are not many choices of what must be done
He remembers watching Full Metal Jacket
My tomatoes are with me while in the Infirmary
They are with me on the bus ride home
Upon the windowsill in my room they sit
My old job at the factory awaits me
My own father will not say anything
Against my tomatoes
My dachsund sits upon the bed with me
Staring at my bitches who sit in the sun
Upon the windowsill

~Moses~
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"Magical Woman"

The clothesline pole bends in the wind
As her flower print apron dissapears
Soon will go her pinstriped dress
Upon the hill of tears
She is the good woman who toils
Moving upon the wind to inspire
Visiting other weather worn women
Who stubbornly refuse to tire
Her hands of steel from endless work
Stern may be her face
Inside there is a heart of gold
That always keeps its place
Not far behind is her faithful cat
It follows her throughout all time
It is the cat that follows the good woman
As she continues her climb
To the tops of many hills of tears
Where she dries the children's eyes
Before she moves upon the wind
Inspiring others to rise

~Moses~
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