"Whispering Winds"

I just want to go home to the fields
To lay in the wheat with my dog
On cool nights under the moon
Where the wind can be heard
Through the fog
Familiar voices of the owls
A kit is heard calling its mother
Space is just a dimension in time
To be filled until comes another
Crickets who chirp in serenade
A lullaby that puts me to sleep
Hanging limbs of trees by the roadside
Who seem ready to weep
My dog glances over at me
In the unspoken language
With a somber look in his eyes
Out in the wheatfield with one another
Far from a city that cries
In likeness to sounding brass
The tinkling of cymbals
A rasping rythm of tambourines
Far in the distance is the cry of the city
Not able to penetrate what gleams
These fields will keep me safe
Insulated from the drama of rath
In this field with my quiet companion
Free to walk my own path

~Moses~
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"Persona"

Peering at me from quaint corners in a room
Little do they know or suspect
What is concealed below the surface
Careful of my thoughts in circumspect
Most see me in bold upon first glance
Eyes seem to fix on me in a room
I wonder if they can hear my heart beating
Or if they can sense my gloom
The morning sun rises
Songbirds are employed
In latter days it was something I enjoyed
When impressions did not make their mark
I ran about happy as a lark
As I got older and reminisced
Realizing all that had been missed
Though in possession of a beating heart
I could not love as most do
A sadness crept over me
Lost in the longing
Of a silent sea
Observing others who knew
How to love
Knowing the joy of the morning dew
The songs of birds were not just songs
Imagining the language they tried to speak
As the hart who desires to seek out his mate
Along the side of a quiet creek
It is something to know in discovery
That which eludes me
Slipping past my reaching fingers
In a crowded room full of people
Where odors persist and perfume linger
A smiling lady glances over at me
Her eyes filled with secret desire
Slow burning coals persist inside
Yet there is no raging fire
The thought of touch repulses me
For which I have no ready reply
Inside I feel a thousand deaths
Yet unable to cry
Others have courage where I do not
Outside appearances continue to elude
What others think when they gaze at me
From across such darkened rooms

~Moses~
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"Silent Flight"

In my nightly collection of insects
Passing by your house
In my silent world of clicks
There is barely time to notice
The incadescent moon
On occassion you were observed
Sitting on the porch
Although the dog took notice
You never knew I was there
My appearance on swift wings
Gives flight new meaning
In the early morn
We gather ourselves up
To return to slumber
Take notice if you want to
You can even wave
However I am not very friendly
Since humans are all the same

~Moses~
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"Inanimate Juxtaposition"

My pillow named Oscar waits for me
Each day he sits in the chair
Looking forward to coming home
To tell him of all I must bare
New York City has many streets
Crammed with people and cars
Tuning them out is easy to do
I fly quickly to the planet Mars
The only thing that makes me return
Is Oscar who sits in the chair
To leave him there all alone
Seems to be quite unfair
It's kind of odd I prefer his company
Rather than to mix with the herd
Nonsensical conversations
Clutter the subway
Where silence is greatly preffered
People of the street
Acting out
Malicious behavior
Learned from their litter
At home with Oscar in quiet peace
With all of the trappings of glitter

~Moses~
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"Messages"

It gently floats into the sky
Until it can no longer be seen
Inside is a message
Sent to heaven
Perhaps I will get a reply
Like a message in a bottle
It floats upon the vast spaces
Until it reaches a place
Where it was meant to be
Of all this
I cannot forsee
But like casting bread
Upon the water
It will not come back void
Reaching out
Is much better than
Keeping it all inside
Only to wonder in the latter days
When I laughed
To keep from crying
Such words might reach a lost soul
Whose heart is slowly dying
On a planet
Where everyone is disconnected
Indirectly those messages
Might give cause
To look upon such clouds
With renewed vision
Due to messages
Sent to heaven

~Moses~
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"Hidden Meanings"

Echoes of voices
From out of the past
Through dense light
In the midst of fog
Children who played
In such roles they portrayed
In the distance can be heard
The barking dog
Through the laughter
Mingled with dust
It all becomes crystally clear
Perfected in wrought
Through time and thought
Things I hold closely
Which are very dear
Horizons beyond never realized
In fine detail-never disguised
Patterns of energy
Gently tugging at my mind
That evasive flicker
In my hopes to find
Within the flame
Which brightly burns
Hiding amongst the flowers and ferns
Inner desire to connect
With voices of the past
Momentarily passing by
Which never seem to last
In glimpses such things
Are slowly revealed
Forgotten dreams
That remain concealed
Briefly the curtain is lifted
So I can peer in
It is like the sweet sound
Of a violin
Examining the inner most
Details of what occured
The vision is clear
Which was once obscured
Upon such things to be pondered
Into deep valleys
And in other places that I have wandered

~Moses~
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"Encasement"

Cloaked in my shroud
My heart is encased
Beyond all hope of rainbows
In clouded visions
Where stars shall flee in haste
There all things will be forgotten
As it was at the end of time
Upon reflection in my direction
Continuation of my climb
To a doorway at an entrance
Procrastination forseen
Of entering within
On the other side
Where all must abide
Who enter therein

~Moses~
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"Inner Self"

Many who look upon my face
Only see my outer appearance
Little do they know inside
Of my perserverance
Beauty has its place in life
But little to do with what's inside
Turmoil exists within
In which I must abide
In the vortex constantly spinning
Of what's inside my heart
Explanations are meaningless
Or where to even start
Looking upon my face
But not within
I remain estranged
To my chagrin
Within the beauty of my inner self

~Moses~
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"From Within""

Lips have spoken many words
But actions are another story
What is said and what is meant
Is almost allegory
In words and motion
I discretely hide
~
Buried deep beneath the wounds
Demons still abide
Those who spoke words of hope
In essence had belied
Hooks that sunk into my flesh
In actions that imparted
Kindness mistaken for weakness
In flight my heart departed

~Moses~
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"Ebbing Tides"

Inspired by the lull of waves
Written in the sand
Although it fades
The tides command
Sandcastles which topple
Upon the shore
Like dreams that seem to fade
Claimed by the ebbing waters
From whence such dreams were made
Nearby is the lighthouse
Where heavens presence lives
The sands of glory
Taking my heart
As quickly as it gives

~Moses~
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