Sunday, May 27, 2007

"We are One"

Our child is the sentinel
We are the monoliths who embrace
Muddy clouds filled with birds
Under skies projecting grace
With age we have grown
Larger than life before our own eyes
Humble existences we have had
Decades go quicker than we realize
Arms that still contain youth
In this endeavor to preserve truth
We soon shall moulder in our graves
Yet not before the heart which craves
Sorted flight to our private dreams
Whether they be upon land
Or upon waves of glory
Shared moments in time ours forever
The monoliths who have embraced
Enduring the structures of time

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"The Conductor"

The basoon stands erect waiting
Cymbals lay in wait
Violas and Cellos stare him down
For what they will create
Violins are ready to attack him
At the raising of his hand
The commander shall appear momentarily
Bringing to life the band
Will they be playing a waltz today
Kettle drums look to xylophones
The oboe is resting silently
Deep down you can hear its moans
Maybe it will be a concerto this time
The symphony waits
Maestro makes them impatient
To see what he creates
He is the master who brings them together
The woodwinds meet the brass
The grand piano shines brightly
Its surface as smooth as glass
He approaches the stage
The instruments stir
All is silent and well
Waiting for his hand to rise up
The audience begins to swell
When it is finished there is rest
The sea returns to placid reform
Long after the silence nobody knows
There is still a raging storm
Within the conductor
He tries to wind down
Inside he is satisfied ever so mildly
Thinking of the next time around
When he will cause the music to flow
In his place that only he can know

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Daily Walk"

Looming smokestacks overlook
My father works in this place
Soon he will be able to go home
Together we will walk a brisk pace
The five mile distance to home
Where his dinner awaits
Mother sits by the table in the kitchen
Having already set the plates
Maybe we'll sit on the porch for a bit
If father is not too tired
Listening to the music on the radio
In this simple life he's desired
I always help mother clear off the table
She never has much to say
It is peaceful in this house of mine
Grateful for each single day
When school is over I work the fields
But I never fail to meet father
We walk the miles together each day
And it is never a bother
I lay in my bed late at night
Wondering of what will be
When I will work and have a home
If I will have a child to wait
Who will walk the miles with me

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

"Inner Sight"

Although my appearance
Comes to you as a blind man
Those who seek me upon
Solid terra firma
My sight extends beyond
Such distances that most
Would care to understand
In this darkness
There is more peace than lonliness
The bright light is at my side
And within me as well
A lantern in likeness to a beacon
One that steers lost ships
From fog filled cliffs
That clutter the shores of ones mind
The crossings are a leap of faith
Therefore I have no real fear of it
Since darkness rules the abyss
Of which there is no ending
My plunge is validated
By hands which search for me
They touch my mind as if braille
Read by the passing of my fingers
When you reach out a hand is there
Although it is dark and unseen
Rest assured it is there
The stumbling block is intentional
It is there to cause the chaff to flee
One pass through the darkness
Light awaits on the other side
This is how I manage to have sight
The fog clears away
You can find it in my music if you listen
Find me on the street corners
With my accordion I play the melody for you
Act quickly notes only hang in the air for so long

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved


On midnight winds I appear
Fear not my intentions are not to harm
Life ended quite abruptly for me
Before my chances to love came
Virginity will forever be mine
I have only kissed the wind
Longing to feel warmth in this cold
Ascending momentarily hoping
To touch upon a human heart
A voice heard from afar
Is in itself enough to bring me comfort
Might I sleep with the sound of a voice
Echoing sweetly in my ear
Bringing me solace in replacement
Of those days in which I lived
I were as if unripened fruit
Upon a tree waiting for my season
In which to bloom in natures glory
Yet that season did not come
As winter is in pristine sterility
Such as it were my blooming
Never saw fruition in the bearing of seeds
The song of the bird was taken
But its wings never took proper flight
In its nesting the laid eggs never hatched
Deprivation of incubation occured
Much as in my own vision was blurred
The taste of honey in the air is in my mind
There it shall remain
I still hold true to my faith of creation
Look for me on these nights
Of midnight winds
Knowing my true intentions
If I were to appear please feel free
Acknowldge me if you will
You will not be dissapointed by my abandonment
I will not abandon thee
You will find yourself looking for me
When midnight winds are blowing softly
Only then shall I place my tears into your hands

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved


Determined men in hostile skies
Lefty Lestz in the B-25
A highly decorated war hero
Of which I never knew
Shithouse Mouse was the name of his bird
That flew those fearsome skies
The flying fortress spewing death
As into the clouds it would rise
Well meaning men who had different lives
Lefty played ball for the White Sox
Until came the call for war
He never imagined what was ahead
Fighting the Afrika Corps
The exposure to death and destruction
Had great effect on his mind
Taking him to places of terror
From which he would never find
The peace he had known from times past
A haunt on his patterns of thought
Downed with malaria-sent packing home
All of the work he had wrought
Unable to return to his love of baseball
His greatest joy in life
Taking on other meaningful work
Attempting to alleviate his strife
Still the B-25 haunted his dreams
Many a night waking up to his screams
With his mind injured beyond repair
Only he knew of his own despair
A fatality of those events
The mortal wound chronic in form
Two decades later it struck out
There was no quell within the storm
For the haunts to stop
To end the strife
Finally succumbing to the ending of life
On the lonely shores of the cruel lake
The final spark of him it would take
I used to play with his medals as a child
Pinning his stars to my shoulder
In remembrance of the look upon his face
His stare out into space
He remembered his comrades who molder
Finally hell fire rests
In a thing long past due
Rest in Peace Lefty Lestz
The man in the B-25

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Haunted Sleep"

You once told me I haunted your dreams
Do I haunt you soul as well
Release me from my prison within the rain
Allow me to rest in the warmth of your folds
Let your sweet juices engulf me tenderly
Wrap your hair around my neck and over my face
Let me sleep upon your back with gentle kindness
Holding your hands within mine
Let us listen to eachother breathe
In the night air I will sleep softly
You will make it a sweet slumber for me
We will sleep through the days and nights
The rain pelting upon our rooftop
It only makes us want to sleep longer into the days
So that we may own the nights together
How long can you keep from me
We haunt eachothers dreams
Our souls are haunted endlessly
You go to work everyday
But I am your work
You know the miles that separate us
Mere milestones that appear along the winding path
Distance is only a metaphor
We cannot hide from outselves forever
The warmth of my sun is hidden from me
Clouds prevent it from making its appearance
It is cold without its rays upon me
Blankly staring into the ice
I wait for my sun to shine down
You are my sun
Releasing me from my prison within the rain

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Counting Crows"

I cry in my heart silently
Trying to touch their calling in my mind
They can be felt deep in my throat
Their laughter is drowned out in my sorrow
They fly encircling my lonely tree
The ocean is drenched in their tears
Upon my feet I see them crawling
They are hoping to see me watching
Their eyes can see me clearly
As I stand upon my rock
Counting crows in the air
As they begin to gently mock
They feed upon the people
Tapping into the fear
They are without conscience
Mistaken kindness as weakness
Their intentions are quite clear

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Tall in the Fields"

I have laid in this field many times
Staring blankly up into the sky
My eyes pierce the linings of clouds
There are no stars beyond them
In this endless sky that toils
Under a sun that blazes
In fields of silent wheat
I am hidden from the world
Probing eyes that would engulf
Searching but you will not find me
Smiling beyond your sight
Under your shoes is fresh soil
But it leads you not to the path
Where I have walked before your arrival
Tardiness is not becoming of you
Therefore you were abandoned by me
I did not wait for you very long
The call of the voice hearkened unto my ear
Whilst I hid myself in the welcoming fields
Nearby the place where I dwell
I can see my good farm in the distance
My dog waits for me by the roadside
He knows I am near but still far away
Yet he is faithful to my presence
With a glad hearts he awaits
Knowing my time in the fields
Is not a form of abandonment
But rather it is a sharing of myself
With the other elements that abound
All part of the oneness in being
Of which all parts formed together
Equal the mass of more than one
He knows I will fill my chair in good time
That I will come to him from the fields of wheat
He will see my face rise up from the place
Where once stood stalks of corn
He understands
That this is the season of the cutworms
The hollow sound of the bark upon trees
Hearken the coming of premature turning of the leaves
Faded grasshoppers with torn wings trudge on
The monarch butterfly slowly dies upon the dew
A songbird rises up early in the morning
It is seen to take flight across the fields
He does not return until the setting of the sun
When the moon begins to rise
It is the song of songs unlike any unto an ear
Has been heard at any other time
This is the language that relies on harmony
It is the voice that hides in the fields
Within the trees and upon the tree tops
It is in the hearts of birds and even the bats
As well it is in the heart of my dog who awaits me
He knows I am in the field of wheat
When he sees my face he will shake his limbs
In anticipation as I am seen from off afar
The distance is irrelevant in time
The language between us fills the gap
As though we were already side by side
I am coming to him but am already there
Steadfast as I forage homeward bound
The sound of the railroad train is behind me
That track which I once traveled and spied
Across these very fields and I saw
The place where I would one day be
Then it was made true
All these things imagined before they were seen
It is no suprise to me at all
For I knew my place before I was ever there
The fields in which I lay spoke to me long ago
As I passed by on the tracks quickly
And heard them speak

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved


Boyhood laughter upon the beach
Recapturing the times of my youth
The waves upon the shore
Sound as they did long ago
My brothers voice is heard in the distance
Across the unchanging dunes
Then I realize 50 years have passed
Before my very eyes
The lighthouse at the end of the pier
Still stands as it did before
Children filling their sandpails
Parents who watch and adore
Gulls passing silently by
On this timeless Michigan shore
The childrens laughter sounds familiar
From days of long ago
For a brief moment I forget
Then it is time to go
I cannot grasp that which fades
Ghosts that linger from the past
For only a moment to envision
Images that have quickly amassed
I am thankful for the days
Which became more to me than a dream

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Tater House Blues"

Sing to the walls though they be crumblin'
Though they be peelin' mighty too
What's this thing that I'm feelin'
They call it the tater house blues
I got the blues inside of me a hollerin'
Nobody can know of the pain
Listen to my guitar a playin'
I'm a singin' in the Alabama rain
Water keeps risin' by the river
No cotton crops this year
My mammy keeps a crying
She's got taters in the house
But no way to see herself clear
She's got the tater house blues
The tater house blues
I'm a playing her a song
About the tater house blues
There's no stoppin' her from cryin'
O'er the tater house blues
No cotton in the fields
No work for our mule
Nobody is a dancin'
They got the tater house blues
We're gonna dig and be dug
Until we pay our dues
There's no stoppin' this Alabama rain
It brings with it all of the pain
Work from the time the sun rises high
Until it sets-we surely won't die
Woe is me to that earful of news
Everybody's got the tater house blues

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
© Lyrics copyright-May 21,1971 (original)

"Lone Wolf"

My heart drops like a bell in my mouth
One more look down the road
Just to make sure the dog isn't following
Before I loosen my load
Last night as the moon so bright
I heard the voice call to me
Down that road I must go
Until it is clear that I'm free
Dust filled boots by the time I'm done
Small towns seem to pull
Any place seems to do
For I am just a fool
Keep on chasin' that voice that calls
Echoes in my ear
Afraid to stop answering its call
Mostly out of fear
Someday I'll head to home for good
Runnin' days at end
Until that day I'll keep on rolling
The road is my only friend

© 1997 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Monday, May 21, 2007

"Indian Sky"

When my nap was finished
My first sight in the sky
It was part of my dream
Realizing that mighty warrior
In his austere pose
How ever rough the edges
But still a gentle rose
Many battles had he fought
Travel in the plains
The buffalo hunt sacred
Its spirit commands respect
Asking its forgiveness
For the taking of its life
It understands and responds
Loking upon his oppressors
With mutual respect
Love based on principle
The energy makes its rounds
Once again it shall return
To its own nature within the sounds
All that was taken given reverence
Humble the warrior bows
The greater a man who walks
Upon the land
He is even great in his life
And in his death
If he yields to nature's creations
Every thing that is affixed in place
The steady moving pace
Of a world that turns methodically
Upon the warriors face
You can see his love of creation
In the sweetness of his eyes

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved


In the midst of the light
We shall dance together
Although it is just in my mind
There is no tune
But the silence of the moon
Where we might hope to find
That common ground where spirits meet
Until that time is incomplete
I want the stars
As you dance with me
I want the waves
Crashing in the sea
I shall order galaxies to stand silent
Until our time is complete
Come meet me in the sky tonight
I promise to be discreet

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved


You are in the middle of the road;
There you sit in the darkness;
I have to come and save you from yourself;
I am old,you are fragile;
I will take you to your sister;
She will thank me and give me a kiss;
I will be sent away promptly;
Resting in the knowledge;
You are no longer in the middle of the road;
I almost forgot to ask you;
How will you repay me for what I have done;
Oh you ask me now what is it I want;
Two things then since you ask;
I would like to see you smile each day;
Look at the moon each night at midnight;
I will do so also,then write me a poem about it;
See? I have asked for more than you can give;
Yes I know I asked for three things;
But what does it matter;
You have no intention of filling my order;
Still I will come to rescue you many times more;
When I look at the moon each midnight;
I will smile for you and write the poem;
Maybe someday you will read them aloud;
It is doubtful that I will ever see your smile though;
Even my poems cannot reach your heart;

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Saturday, May 19, 2007

"Under the Shoes"

Look below-here I am!
Embedded into the cobblestones
Under the shoes my marker thrives
My soul still walks in that which survives
Auschwitz took our lives
But not our spirits which still roam
People sometimes barely look
Yet here we are still within the world
Markers that bear out our names
Concealing the pain we endured
How sweet it was to find death
Escaping the joy of our tormentors
Victory was in the deprivation
At that moment in time we ceased
No longer victims
We died but we also survived
If you remember us even but for a moment
We are still creating sparks
Blank images though they may be
Our lives still take on meaning
Our sacrifice still serves the people
Long after what took place
Terror in the people's eyes is no longer
For this we serve to make them stronger
Tin markers where you travel
Your journeys touch us with your leather
Then we know it is safe
As we rest in our places in the soil

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Friday, May 18, 2007

"Dark Places"

Black swan in dark waters
You were once my muse
Settled in while the ripples
Play about you in delight
Once you caused my heart to beat
Until your vanity appeared
Causing you to become silent
Ostentation became conspicuous
The distances of the chasm
Represented interruption of continuity
Therefore I had no choice
Leaving you in your solitude
True affection became an infraction
Much like a rift in broken trust
An impending apparition of true self
In its ominous presence
Having great extent from one side to the other
Stands thickly in the way
The bidding of farewells is not by choice
Self preservation and tiredness
In the tearing down of walls
Keeps the other swans far from me
I can feel their hearts beating for me
Their cygnets want to sit in the palm of my hand
Therefore I will observe you from a distance
Devotion of our fond memory still survives
You know the place where it resides

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"The Triplet Gang"

Side by side they roam the planks
Wharf whiffling for a free meal
The dive bombers
Have had a hard day at sea
Looking for a fish they can steal
It's their famous staring game
They know how to play it well
Six beady eyes staring you down
Only a meal will quell
They are the pelican kings
Birds clear the way when they arrive
Like statues they remain in their place
Barely looking alive
The whifflers shake their mean beaks
Acting like beatnicks without fear
You will end up feeding them eventually
So they will leave the pier
Night fishing is the only way
To avoid their glaring eyes
Early in the morn they are there once again
For they are old and wise
Gentle pelicans of the sea

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, May 9, 2007

"The Magpie"

Precognition is imbibed in the magpie
He patiently in silence awaits
On occassion the killing of a sparrow
In submission to the order of fates
A magpie knows how to heal their wounds
Unto the mending of broken wings
Mocking the calls of the other species
In every melody it sings
It treads on unfamiliar paths
Knowing the ways of survival
It senses the coming of impending storms
Taking shelter before its arrival
Its implementation of time as a tool
The magpie is far from being a fool
Able to see far beyond the horizon
Its home is where it desires
Survival is the name of the game
In all that the magpie acquires
A magpie trusts no one not even its own
Blood of blood-bone of bone
Crows and ravens approach with care
The watchful magpie allows them to pass
In flight he travels to his secret place
Where no other may ever trespass
In his mind he is solid in all ways
Content to be free til the ending of its days
He sits yonder upon his own branch
Out of harms way in the light of the day
He is a sentinel unto his ownself

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Departure of the Magpie"

There is nothing left of my hands anymore
The bones have been broken to powder
Fingers that are twisted into ugliness
Memories of stale corn chowder
I stare out my window at the ferris wheel
A skeleton of something that was
The institutional styled windows filtering in sunlight
In a way that light in trickery does
While the general crowd marches to the tune
There are but a few who choose a different path
In rebellion standing in the gap
The regular crowds sense our rath
The broken boned hands are looked upon
It is but a badge worn out of reluctant disgust
When all the crows are made to fall into line
The magpie does not trust
It is upon the roof on its own
Mending its broken bone
Planning its departure when it heals
Not caring what the rest of the flock feels
Let them fall in line and love disgrace
They have let those demons enter in through the back door
It will follow them down the road for years
Until the hauntings from days of yore
Particles of dust that float in the air
To the great halls in the dormitory of fears
Soon comes the days of the ending of ways
And no more shall you see the endless tears
Of the innocent lambs taken to the slaughter
Wherefore they are used as meat
To fill the stomachs of a stench filled room
A bloody act in endless repeat
I am going down the road away from it all
My bones have been broken beyond repair
My heart has been smashed-my mind raped
But I am not in despair
That ferris wheel has given me hope
I shall seek it out in the hail and the rain
The death wish is replaced in my escape
As I hop on the railroad train

© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Hobo Dream"

Another day under the sun
I'm on my way again
Grab ahold of the boxcar rungs
I hear the sound of the solitare wren
It sings to me each time I go
I hear it on the train
Rumbling over the rails listening
To the patter on the rooftop of rain
The sun is about four o'clock on high
By noon tommorow I'll be
Somewhere in the state of Wyoming
Sleeping under a tree
The night will come and I will make fire
Perhaps an old dog will pass my way
Together we'll eat some venison jerky
And enjoy the warmth of the coals in decay
Then a few logs more on the dying fire
As I stare into the fire with my gaze
My old friend the stray dog asleep
I think of the latter days
Of riding the rails with familiar friends
To the next place where the carnivals exsist
Another day-another way
Where time is never missed
It rolls on like the railroad train
All the faces are fixed in my mind
And I am inclined to leave behind
The discarded memories that someone will find
Written words on paper made on a whim
Or written upon the boxcar walls
A good tasting cigarette is upon my lips
As I listen to the distant calls

© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Sleeping Dogs"

Spectrums of color intensely present
In the prism of a vortex in the dream
I see the world in black and white
Through the eyes of the Sephardim
Their interloping ways are reality
That live in the first Five Books
The world is Midrash-food for thought
Diversity exsists between
Millionaires and common crooks
Though both come from the same mold
One stands in the corner while the other is bold
Faces upon faces are in wireframe
Every town starts to look the same
Markers on roads from the year before
The hungry dog beckons at your side
He is frail compared to the toys on the shelf
There he sits with eyes opened wide
Somehow he knows that you will take him
Down the road that is ahead
For this town will soon be an after thought
Just another place on a map that is dead
It's a one shot deal and I never look back
I don't care about any feedback
I work from my pocket and hustle in the street
To hear the pounding of the many feet
The faces look all the same
Some are wild-some are tame
Some are sad and in despair
Some are looking for a way to deter
Islands of happiness mixed into the mist
Refusal to accept that they do exsist
Step right up and see what you get
I've just traveled two thousand miles
From down in New Orleans I came up
I'm a gypsy man who reconciles
I am one with the road that goes
Nothing can stop me-not even woes
Of the many who want to feel the juice
The electricty that emanates in the light
Standing in the street and feeling the beat
Knowing that everything will be alright
Just like the dog who sleeps at my feet
His belly is full in his slumber
He already knows his place in the action
All are assigned a number
It might be old Route 66
Or highway 41
No question about star crossed roads
Until we are completely done
At the many cross roads where I see the faces
Eyes that probe me so deep
I have so many miles yet to go
And so many promises that I must keep

© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"The Last Mile"

Just one more mile for me to go
I'm so tired I just want to rest
Sure wish someone would come by
To help me get abreast
There is a camp just over the hill
Where they have what I need
I'll just rest here for awhile
I sure hope I succeed
To have a fate like many others
Who lost their mothers
My village is gone-all are sleeping
In the ground that is keeping
No more smiles from my brothers
No more laughter from my sisters
No more singing from my mother
My father died long ago
Nobody else that I know
To help me in my journey
I must do this on my own
I have not eaten in many days
I will just rest here and sleep awhile
And dream of railways
That will carry me to lands
Where plentiful things abound
I want to laugh and play again
And escape this cursed ground
It is lonely-I am scared
But I will sleep awhile
When the sun goes down a bit
I'll finish this my crooked mile
Sleep keeps me from feeling the hunger pangs;

© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

"Ethnic Cleanse"

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
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
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
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

© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Eternal Grace"

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

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"The Nature of Her Eye"

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

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Monday, May 7, 2007

"Deep Wounds"

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

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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

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"Perpendicular Bottles"

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

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Sunday, May 6, 2007

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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

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"The Promise"

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

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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;

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Saturday, May 5, 2007

"Ghostly Shadow"

Acutely aware of the shadow
Quickly making haste
Cruel kindness of its memory
Haunting but caressing me so
Allowing it to touch me
My sighted blindness
Apparent in its evasion
Allusions of love
But I am not quite sure
Its delusion is an allegory
The eidolon blunders in chaos
My desire to capture her lonliness
Is a fallacy well known
Her heart belongs to loving kindess
I have no right to claim for my own
The verity of my situation
The shadow within the recess
Of the alcove in my mind
Merely the shadow upon the wall
Secluded in its own safety
In rememberance of this
I keep my visions to myself as my own

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"Blind Beggar"

A man brought me coffee
Early this morning
Also a muffin to eat
Hunger pangs overcame me
Last night I heard my stomach growl
Shadows on the brick wall
Began to scowl
They danced all evening on my brain
Refusing to refrain
Their behavior despicable
Moreso than the people on the street
Most have been kind I have come to find
Knowing that I am blind
Has probably helped in many ways
Oh I was offered shelter many times
Trouble is I feel confined
Not the way I want to die as well
I'll trade the comfort of a soft bed any day
For the crisp sound in the street
The loud bell that sounds in my mouth
People hear it who know me
Strangers hear it for what its worth
In this world of mirth
In the mire of the amusement
Their contemtible behavior is acceptable
What-without them I would never know
Where the battle lines are drawn
Between good and evil
Thankfully there is more good born
Which greets me every morn
Its boundaries unfold into my darkness
Carrying me farther than I ever dreamed

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"Here I Am"

Thinking about me?
I am under your shoe as we speak
When I leave this world do not look for me
I will be there in the dust;
If you must
Try not to think of me
When you are at the rivers edge
I am there as well
Along with your forebearers
In the streets of Bombay
On top of the head of the Sacred Cow
When its tail swats at the flies
You will well remember me
I am the fly who always gets away
The others who have fallen
Are novices at what I do

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Sweet eyes of my father
In my own eyes I can see
The vision of the ancient Cherokees.
Sweet sacred inspiration
That he passes on down to me,
Heartbeat of the gentle Cherokee.
And I heard him say...
That's just the way love is
When love is bliss.

And we will walk the mighty circle
Double cross the hands of time.
Laugh and we'll cry as egos die
Until we get to the other side
Put on our wings and fly.

The soul of sweet forgiveness
Walks his path with dignity.
With the wisdom of
The ancient living Cherokee
I come from his deep water
As much like him as I can be.
And I carry to my own children
The promise of the Cherokee.
And I heard him pray...
That everywhere God is
Let freedom live.

And we will walk that sacred circle
Double cross the hands of time
As nations die and hearts unite
Til we get to the other side
Put on our wings and fly
Song of Monolah
Sing of Mother earth
Let every man live free
Let every voice be heard
Let every child be born
Knowing the way.

And we will walk that sacred circle
Join our hands across all time.
Living in peace we believe
We're gonna get to the other side.
We're going to put on our wings and fly
When we get to the other side.
Join our voices across the sky
Til we get to the other side.

We're gonna wear our Cherokee pride
When we get to the other side.
We're gonna leave this world behind
When we get to the other side.
We're going to put on our wings and fly
When we get to the other side.
Join our voices across the sky
Til we get to the other side.
We're gonna wear our Cherokee pride
Til we get to the other side.

We're gonna leave this world behind
When we get to the other side.
We're going to put on our wings and fly
When we get to the other side.
Join our voices across the sky
Til we get to the other side.
We're gonna wear our Cherokee pride
Til we get to the other side.



Rotting meat has its advantages
Unless it is liver
In the orphanage where I grew up
Liver was not consumed by the chosen few
In its raw form it became to some
Within the precipice of the mattress
Soon thereafter flies would lay their eggs
Forming maggots upon the floor
Protesting voices like Portnoy's Complaint
Not I the culprits exclaim emphatically
As for myself my preoccupation was tobacco
Camel cigarettes had alot of meaning to me
But still I knew about the rotting smell
Meat upon meat in the middle of the night
To the sound of the springs that squeak
Clanging radiators drown out their sound
In the wintertime when it is cold
I am bitter with resentment
Warm weather silences the radiators
And the smell of ejaculation is upon my nostrils
Once again-
Institutional tiles on the floor
No longer reminders of the chess board
It is the place where maggots congregate
When flies seek out the smell of rotten meat
There I sit upon the sill in my room
Looking out into summer time
Waiting for winters gloom
I walk away from the vortex of delerium
Leaving those behind who walk into the spiral of light
I am a shadow who observes from a distance
Amidst the souls who clamber towards the top
Like insects who are drawn into the light

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Shadows at play can only touch
Memories observed in the mind
Remaining long after their presence
Wherein they may hope to find
Similar shadows to make acquaintance
Brief encounters seem to imbue
Upon my bench I search for them
Blending in as I do
On my bench a squirrel visits me
Is he trying to get into my head
I think not his interests are simple
He wants a piece of my bread
Little does he know it is already his
His curiosity makes my heart leap
Momentarily his company is noted
Along with the shadows I will keep
Two lovers kiss on the hopscotch sidewalk
Small tornado like winds kick up
Leaves with debri around them
Spinning randomly as if to say
We are glad to see you here today
And what of the man who sits on the bench
He is entertaining an aging squirrel
Might we come closer a bit
To give them an extra twirl
Yet we are in attendance of these shadows
Here we will remain for our time
We are the narrators of gestures
In mocking shadows that mime

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Hobo Blues"

I got the mainstreet hobo blues
Down there in the leaves that blow
Upon my bench once again
In that place that only I know
I'm down on my knees
Almost to the point of the
Madman's blues
Having overpaid my dues
Serves me right to suffer
On the big road going
Paychecks small in between
Walked all night long
Into the rain that is now gone
Trying to find the light
Its alright though-its alright
Been down on my knees and my luck before
Comes with the territory
I aint goin' down the road by myself
Got what's inside of me
The clothes on my back
I'm soon headed for the railroad track
Talkin' to myself
Tryin' to find somebody else
Someone named me
That's why I'm talkin' to myself
I walked-I talked to who else could it be
My dimples are cute but I'm face to face
With nobody else but me
My name is wanton wanderer
Lovin' things in my own way
I love to see the people walk
Children who play in the park
Dogs who bark
I've seen the devil in the dark
Down on my knees
Sitting on another one of my benches
Down in the lonely park
A rolling stone gathers no moss
I aint got no boss
Just me

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From whence it came
It now returns
Silent in its journey
As it has always been
Everything that occured
Still within its intellect
Now lost to the ages
Signifying another birth
It leaves behind a legacy
The only portion to signal
That it was ever there
Weepings upon the earth
Mourn not It's loss
Still walking near the cool streams
In the meadows and in the dew
The nervous hare is calmed
Quietly it basks in the sun
Unaware that it has company
It resides next to him
Silently observing the way he breathes
He is safe and alone
But so is that secret presence
It is allowed to look even closer
This is the great reward that awaits

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"Bestowed Desire"

Death's peace no longer evades me
Men shall look upon me for the last time
Before my decay repels them
I was last touched before my lovers demise
Desire no longer within me
A blackened sun offered no solace to me
Cold Ivy in my garden crawled on my skin
Its vines choke my heart
Stealing my breath that I bestowed
Upon my lovers ear
This morning when I woke;
The song of the bird was cherished
For the last time it graced my ear
It's voice called out to me
A single tear formed in my eye
But there it remained
Unable to venture any further on its own
Those things that are within me
Unable to go forth any longer
My last sight as it faded from me
Was the sweet light of the sun
It turned back to light
No longer blackened and able
It brings me solace and the ivy does not crawl
Once again I dream of my breath
Upon my lovers ear
As I kiss his locks of hair that are
Within my entwined fingers
Laying there silently watching him sleep

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Urban Legends"

Blood stained corner of the walls
The jackpot rabbit verily falls
Urban legends fail to amuse
This addict of carrots dies well
Now he knows the difference
Between the fields of hell
My jazz listening pet rats
Know what the beat is about
They click their fingers
Tap to the music
Unable to protest or shout
They eat their fill
Not willing to risk
Their guts being blown
Against the wall
Like the martyred hare
Sweet jazz rolls from the radio
Into their ears and out to the street
Where innocent souls meet
As they bear witness
To the fallen hero of urban legends

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"Buried Treasure"

His hatred of love
His love of hatred
Caused the words to flee
Gingerly they remained
Sensing his quaint understanding
This failed poet became obsolete
His muse now within himself
The tombstones behind him
Observe what entails his mind
Slanted views of surroundings
Imperiled within that whirlpool
Its visible mass of fire and flame
The cirque envelops him
As the steel walled glaciation
Within its bowl the water at the base
Slowly drowns him
Yet his twitching fingers will not
Reach out for help
He dies within the meanings
Ecclesiastes envelops him
Ants will feast upon his eyes
The energy escapes his brain
Unborn words float worthless
In the sea of inebriation
His gift to the world is folded
Placed neatly in its place
Foundering in the deep waters
It is sunken treasure
Waiting for reclaim to those who seek it
Search for the dead man's chest

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"Silent Friends"

The corridors are quiet
Footsteps cease upon the carpet
The hare dons his gloves in silence
Preparing to take on the feline
As it observes the mad rabbit
Spectators have been milling around
In the museum all day
Now there are only the guards
Who momentarily interupt
See my shadow upon the wall
He states to his feline friend
The artist who carved out your image
Never thought of any of this
Let us shadow box in the moonlight
We shall get our exersize in spite of them
We will talk throughout the night
Staring at eachother by day
When we have disagreements
We shadow box
Even if we dont have disagreements
We shadow box
We wag our tails at eachother a bit
Then lay down and take a nap together
This makes it all worthwhile
Keeping the secrets we share

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved


I emerge from the dark forest
Not wanting to wear out my welcome
This is done while the world slumbers
The odds are if played by the numbers
Nobody will notice my presence
When I sit upon my wall
The ladder is concealed
Otherwise it would be gone
Since I am no climber of sorts
Scaling my own wall would be a task
One that might not play itself out
Safety is the first concern
It is not the fall from the wall
It is in my journey from the darkness
Into the light
Anonimity must be maintained
Blending in with my surroundings
Remaining invisible
Inaccessibility and mum are the words
If I am not quiet I will be discovered
Human obstacles will be placed in my way
Chaos and drama will impose upon me
Preventing me from my purpose
Once deprived there is no way to regain
I have been stopped now
And must focus on the pain
Those who wish to assist
Must first learn to let the wind pass freely
Once they learn how not to touch
Possibilities abound
From below on the ground
Until then you cannot see me
In am invisible upon my wall
Until I decide to journey from light
Back into the forest of darkness for a spell
If you miss me then
It will be until the next time I journey
Once again from the inner sanctum of the forest
To once again sit upon my wall

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The fountain of love
With its water flow
My hands folded into my lap
I have come to know
The many people who walk by
Mothers with children
Grandmothers who cry
Dogs on a walk
Buses go by,kids who use chalk
Drawing a hopscotch pattern
They play in the park
Today I met a lady who binds old books
I imagined her clearing away the dust
From what thought did the author begin
What did they go through to get to the flow
These are things I would never know
Who had picked up this book and read
Chances are they were all dead
Being as the book was 80 years old
The young lady of fair complexion
Looked off in the general direction
Observing the people at the fountain
She seemed beside herself
Like she was upon a floral mountain
Then turning to me in my silence
She explained
I fix the bindings of books
Resurecting authors
Their words are all that has remained
Of that spark of life within them
That once lived in its role
Reviving them is like observing
A part of their giving soul
A forgotten book in decay
Is like watching life ebb away
I was glad I had come to the park
The sound of the water at the fountain
The laughter of children in the distance
A chance meeting with someone
Who had given me
Words of wisdom to take home
Where I could place them upon my mantle
Returning to those thoughts
On cold lonely evenings
When all is silent
Old books revived bring forth new vision
In a fountain that never knows of droughts

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Friday, May 4, 2007

"Earthen Adjustment"

At its own pace the world turns
The flickering flame slowly burns
Cogs that determine the way things flow
Yet who would ever know
If not for the motion that is so
In constant variables that equal
A planet that rests on its axis
Atlas never held the world
Upon his mighty shoulders
Neither does Neptune
Rule the mighty seas
Yet there is a man who adjusts
Those cogs accordingly
In the winter breeze
Without him centrifugal force
Would cease to exist
Carefully he torques the cogs
With the gentle turn of his wrists

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"Of Hounds And Hares"

Hares chasing hounds
Around the track
None can afford to have any slack
What do rabbits do when they catch a hound
The trick is to scare them a bit
Smart hares always let them get away
That is if they have any wit
Plenty of days with plenty or races
They all seem to pretty much have
The same faces
To make a hound beller
To make him feel scared
Better than seeing a rabbit snared

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"Wait for Me"

This field is beaming with pestilence
Pods filled with irritants that rash my skin
Too bad she is not out front
I could really use the assistance
My thrust seems to be enough
My spokes are free of debri
A mad hatter speaks to the Chesire cat
Over there in one of those trees
If I am to win the race this day
I must outrun the bees
While they are busy chasing me
The bear in the woods will rob them of their honey
How is that for a days work
I have upset the enviornment once again
Broken all the rules
Managed to evade all the fools
Who await me for unwanted bargains
Ones that are out of the fields
Into a metropolis of folly
I would rather be on my porch
Eating cauliflower and playing my guitar
The vegetables are good for your body
My guitar is good for my soul
The ride through the field is my work
Before I can arrive at home
Looking forward to the things desired

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