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We found him on a mountaintop
Many years ago
Frozen in a block of ice
Buried deep in snow
We thawed him out
Then gave him food
Hoping he would change his mood
He only grunted
Then stared at us in silence
~
Soon it came time to leave
We decided to take him along
Giving him a name-Bruno
Dressing him in a thong
Next day came and we were home
New York City here we come!
Bruno looked at all those lights
Smiling at everything
~
Next Sunday we took him to Times Square
We gave him Rum to drink
After five quarts he'd had enough
Now he lays there on the sidewalk
Barely does he wink
Occasionally he grunts a bit
Refusing to depart
Onlookers go about their business
As Bruno lays there on the sidewalk
Oblivious as a fart
~Moses~
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In dedication to her spirit
To that which I have known
Erected by these humble hands
Unto her heart enthroned
Upon a mast her garment
In margins of silence
Abstract in its many ways
It flourishes in defiance
To all that has ever been
Or all that ever will
The never ending throb within
Of which will never fill
In the heart of my hearts
There is nothing more to say
No tears except for joy
Under skies of gray
~Moses~
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Carried by gentle winds
Dreams reach out in frolic
Touching our hearts
In ways only known to those
That allow them in
In likeness to the tumbleweed
It rolls across the prairies
Over haunted mesas
With ferocity in its gallop
Under the burning sun
Its spirit coaxes the mind
Inviting those who journey
Over such horizons
That flourish in the wind
~Moses~
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Upon such spans of time
Where leaps of faith require
Unspoken words steeped in symbolism
Bridges patiently wait
For crossings into the abyss
Beyond dunes of sand
Other dimensions exist
Where bliss transcends the present
What is known and cherished
Places where tears are shed no longer
The silent voices
Heaped into one place
A solo journey
Derived from secret wishes
Unfulfilled dreams become null
It is a place provided
Where a searching soul
Can find its rest
~Moses~
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Nowadays I receive many kisses
But it was not always so
Laying in the sun thinking back
To the many years ago
Abandoned in the city park
Under an old oak tree
Nearby a tree line
By the baseball field
Where no one could hear my plea
I found shelter under the bleachers
Far away from the many creatures
Living off scraps thrown in the park
The warmth of the sun
Versus shivering in the dark
Countless days that turned to weeks
Hunger pangs screaming out
The rest is history
As you well might know
Stumbling towards voices heard
Before the winter snow
I was taken in
By those whom like you also know
Where I receive many kisses
Laying in the sun
~Moses~
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Profound journey since childhood
Grace seems over each horizon
Far from light at the end of my tunnel
Desire to retraite from any cliques
Knowing full well the intentions
Yet the chain does not loose its hold
Living in darkness
Much of the time in paralytic chaos
Demons knock upon my door
Refusing to flee
Deprivation of my dreams
Instead hauntings from childhood
Creep in unaware
Their resolute of carnal ways
Tears at my heart
In reaction I flee to the place
Where my inner heart may find
A temporal place of retreat
Far removed from beasts
Who claw ravenously
Quenching their thirst
Blocking out the sun's rays
Neither its warmth can be felt
Upon my face
Yet neither can it reach
Such woes within my heart
~Moses~
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A tree that poses nakedly
Bending in the wind
Even though it stands in silence
To the utterances of chagrin
Observance of its many leaves
Shimmering in the sun
Each leaf moves in its own way
As it has always done
Some leaves sit in silence
As though in contemplation
Others dance in the wind
For that is their salvation
No leaf is regarded
For the movement of its pose
Reaching out and touching
In the only way it knows
Seasons pass by swiftly
Giving way unto winds
To dust upon the ground
Yet no leaf has ever sinned
~Moses~
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Jane Doe was what I named her
She was saved from sudden death
Discarded from a moving car
As nature held its breath
In the cold rain
Along that lonely road
She slept the forty miles
Until I got her home
Now she sleeps in my palm
All her worries gone
Upon my pillow she will rest
Slumbering safely from dusk to dawn
~Moses~
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She has a song within her heart
Down such trodden paths she goes
Through villages in their silence
Until her voice is heard
In likeness to the softness
Of the gentle warbling bird
Each one returns unto its nest
But only long enough to rest
For it has much work to be done
Its song which must be sung
Lifting up the spirits
Who hear the gentle song
Where two hearts have met
In such happiness
After wandering in their search
The sound once found
Is only the beginning of the journey
~Moses~
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It all began as a paper moon
Sailing over a cloudless sea
The world paused on its own axis
As the music believed in me
Each note struck lit a star
Until the night was gone
A vessel floats outside my window
Waiting for the dawn
Over horizons never seen
Until the notes shall fade
Once again it vanishes
Amidst the melody played
~Moses~
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