"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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"Uncharted Destination"

There are no dark forests in my realm
In places I go where no other has been
In times when melancholy begins to set in
Rather it is mistaken by others as sadness
On my path to the place
In my quiet heart
Dried tears upon my pillow
Mistaken for tears of pain
When they are really tears of joy
Still-it must all be concealed
Behind my eyes which see
Beyond the horizons of what others look at
Yet they do no see me
The noise in the streets evades me
I am there but not really here
Muddy colored clouds fill the grey skies
Into my heart which denies
All sadness from making its home
In the travels within my mind
Wherever I may roam

~Moses~
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"City of Souls"

Through the fog
A belltower rings
In this city of silence
A voice faintly sings
Beneath the fog in the lull
Energy stirs
In heaven and hell
Judgement is sustained
In the countless monuments
Built for those who impose
Mourning not for their souls
Only for the loss
Of their physical presence
Within the power they do not possess
Better to pray for their souls
Than to remember the last kiss

~Moses~
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"Cloaked Wilderness"

Regardless of where I may be
In a city of lights
Or a farm in the country
Wandering aimlessly at night
In untraveled paths
Only familiar to me
Other animals may come and go
Aware of my presence in passing
Yet they continue to graze
Traveling in their ways
Knowing there is no impending threat
In my cloak under the guise of the night
Moon shining bright
Concealed in thoughts that take me
To places where I must go
In the unspoken languages
That are often misunderstood
Where words do not mingle with actions
Actions that speak louder
Than any tongue can begin
The utter loneliness also brings solitude
Which clasps onto peaceful melodies
Into the ears of those who can hear it
Traveling softly in the fields
Seeking out those who desire
Solitude that comes with loneliness
After the stars have risen
In a most forgiving way

~Moses~
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"Hidden Pathways"

Other than the sound of the train in the distance
That rumbles along on the track
Many times I've succumbed to its pull
Never bothering to look back
Endless hills that met with fields
Miles of silent corn
Grazing cattle looking on
A scarecrow in the shadows forlorn
Old farm homes that seem to know
Paths of the wayfaring man
Who wanders aimlessly over the prairies
Like tumbleweeds upon flagstone
That smolder in the sand
This field of dreams over a horizon
That never seems to end
Along the old dirt trail and beyond
Where a heart can slowly mend
Flowers do not offend me
Neither do the trees
Quietly observing the rabbit in the distance
Absorbing the slight of a breeze
Timeless chapters in an open book
Under skies of blue
Dirt trails hidden in time
In the midst of the morning dew

~Moses~
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"Parallels"

A thing of beauty which may exist
Alongside the same of another
Does not exalt in its difference
Coexisting with the other
Moon and stars
Sun and sky
Each sways in the wind
Each shall live and die
Side by side
Their compliment is brief
A season passes swiftly
Yet it is not a thing of grief
Their season has been spent
In the winds of summer days
One embracing the other
In spite of different ways

~Moses~
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"Hidden Meaning"

By someone who thought
Them to be flowers
Their meaning meant more
Than just mere weeds
Given to me with innocence
With no other reason in mind
Having been taken to such places
Nevertheless I find
Staring up at silent walls
Contemplating that which verily falls
In truth my heart is absent
From places that thrive within

~Moses~
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"Humble Bird"

On this dreary day
I cry in the rain
To help me forget
The inner pain
Upon these rooftops
Engulfed in shadows
Far from the scent
Of flowers in meadows
In my observance of these
Nimble towers in concrete
Domes of glass which
Reflect in light
It is dimmed by the rain
Upon the solemn window pane
From places within
Where nobody peers out
Into the street
Where the struggle moves forward
Amidst the sirens
The complaint of trees
Swaying in the wind
Their branches seem to speak
Yet nobody bothers to listen
Upon my place I see it all
An evasive sun refuses to glisten
Amongst the commotion
Delirium sets in quickly
It can be seen in the pace
Of those who walk the avenues
Stumbling over the pathways
That which seem to lead nowhere
Except where it all begins and ends
To this I say:
Fluttering in this wind
With these tired feathers
I caress the air
Touching the sky as far as I may go
The wind shall moan
Acknowledging my presence
Giving way unto my wings

~Moses~
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