Saturday, June 30, 2007

"Poly Tetra Grammatron"

Within its own complexity
Continuously rolling over
Walls that have no bounds
Simple framework will not be enough
To contain all that is within
From escape that emanates outwardly
An unsuspecting population
Recieves the messages promptly
Landscapes continue to change
Uncharted maps hide awaiting
Discovery remains evasive
Eventually to be captured
When it is least expected
Long before our species becomes extinct
Triumph shall regin at the chosen time
We do not choose it
It decides when revelation surfaces

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"The Sentinel"

Memories remembered
Never forgotten
My child is gone from me
I wait for return
Dreaming of mice
Which I shall catch no more
They now pass me by
Knowing full well my thoughts
How is it that mice can see
What people cannot
They feel nothing in absence
Walking by without notice
Of the small things
Which give hints of existence
Without flies in a window
They would not know discomfort
A mere waving of the hand
To chase them from their place
If I were not waiting
Escape would be my only passion
Dying under a handsome tree
In open spaces
Dreaming of mice
Which I shall catch no more

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Junkie's Hell House Blues"

Nearly a week has passed
Even though it is late fall
It makes no difference
As if Quasimodo had just departed
Each day is the same
Unto one another
Hollow reeds have more life in them
Than do my veins
It is this evil flower
That answers to all my pains
When it is taken from me
I suffer pain in relevant ways
Oh evil flower
Vomit is my friend on good days
When the light is taken from me
Nodding until my next time
Blowing winds do not affect me
Long ago my prime
Deserted me while upon my lap
In resting my soul begged me
Whilst ignoring it faithfully
Answering the devils call
Before angels were made aware
Looking down upon me
They cry with sympathetic zeal
More so than at a crucifixion
For I do this unto myself
In blackened days of glory
While my vision blurs
Fluttering eyes as motion stirs
My breath is a stench
Upon this cuckolds stool
Oh evil flower
How your love can be so cruel

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Within my Hands I Hold"

Although empty in my embrace
All these years I've kept
On quiet nights in solemn thought
As she soundly slept
Cherished moments lost in time
Cheerful laughter filled my ears
Holding her in my arms
Wiping all her tears
When she went off to school
I cried
They were joyous tears
Soon after that
Quenched of all my fears
This day she has given life
The birth of my grandchild
I will hold her shoes
Once again I am beguiled
On quiet nights in solemn thought
She will soundly sleep

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved


Best friends from the beginning
It was love at first sight
Bess the cow poked the new kitten
From then on they seemed to unite
In her stall Felix sleeps
In the pasture they're always together
They can be seen at the barn door
Staring out when it turns bad weather
The cow and the cat
I would never have imagined
The cat is no longer mine
They have no need of me any more
But I still go out and combine
Politely they accept me
Because they both know
It wont be long before I will go
Then they return to what they were doing
Living life in what they're pursuing
Be happy my bovine and feline friends

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"The Brother I Never Had"

Spiders and snakes
Beetles and eyeballs
I don't like girls at all
They play with dolls and sing too much
Crying whenever they fall
My big sister has lots of friends
But they don't like spiders and snakes
They're always laughing and giggling
Once though they gave me cupcakes
I sort of liked that but that's all I liked
The rest of it was mushy stuff
One of them kissed me before I knew it
But I acted like I was tough
I sort of like them but they aren't like
Real girls if you know what I mean
The rest of them won't talk about monsters
Or spiders or snakes
Or the death of an innocent sardine
Scary things are fun
But still once in awhile I like to play and run
I sort of like that once in a while
But still scary things are really fun
People tell me I'll change when I grow
I sure hope it isn't so

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Imaginary Sunday"

What birds feel in flight
Soaring on wings
Outstretched wings that reach
Wind currents caught effortlessly
In observance of that which is below
A view that must be in proportion
An oddity of sorts for them
Visions of people
As they sit on a steeple
But it is only in their mind
They are still in flight
Dreaming birds who fly
Flying into their dreams
Over vast distances
Skies overcasted
Drenching rainfall into dried up streams
There are always clouds above them
Observing that which is below
Unbeknownst to the aviary
Clouds pure white like snow
Sound rolls off their backs
Over their wings
Into their dreams
I am a bird who sits on a steeple
But it is only within my own mind
Upon the waves of air

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Involuntary Servitude"

I am a man who works on a chain gang
When the sun comes 'til it goes down
Water is craved most of all
By the time it gets to my lips
It is already hot
I am a man,I am a man
But they treat me like livestock
The ball and chain are my captors
Hard work and sweat keep me
So do the songs that are sung
It takes me to a place
Where my captors cannot enter
Their stale voices task me
More than the labor at hand
Looking out into cotton fields
I see the slaves of yore
Through my eyes
This will not be taken away
It must stay with me
Cruelty upon their backs
Dust in their eyes
Bleeding fingers from the cotton sharp
Filled bags taken to the gin
Long after I am set free
They will be remembered
The ball and chain never stops swinging
Getting lost in the inmates singing
I am a man
It will stay with me
Remaining in the vision within my eye

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Passing On The Secrets"

Harry the second talks to his son
Harry the third listens intently
He is telling him about my trees
Talking to him very gently in the breeze
He tells him about the apples
Once he can fly he will show him
How it feels to eat an apple
And sit upon the limb
The apples are good-the apples are mine
Once I leave this world they will be yours
Make sure you keep the secret within the family
Stay out of the rain when it pours
You can eat an apple whenever you want
Make sure you leave a few
Once in a while this man comes out
And picks them in the morning dew
I don't care if he eats my apples
There's plenty to go around
I still sit on the branches and eat
But not the apples on the ground
The man in the house can eat
All the apples that are on the grass
I'm a special kind of fellow
I'm an apple thieving woodpecker
Who's got some class

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Ode To An Apple Thieving Pileated Woodpecker"

Harry the woodpecker
Is eating my apples
He lives in a tree out front
But he goes in the backyard
And eats my apples
Hoping to find a worm in his hunt
I think this is already Harry the fourth
But they all did just the same
All of them ate some of my apples
I think it's a woodpecker game
Maybe each one told the other
And gave up the secret of my trees
I dont care if they eat my apples
While they sit on the branches in the breeze
Every morning I hear them pecking
They look into my window on occasion
Harry has a girlfriend who eats my apples
Both of them complete the equation
Soon they will be feeding babies in my tree
Another Harry will come forth
He'll grow up and eat my apples
And tell his son of my trees henceforth

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

~I am Much Too Alone in this World~

I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone
To truly consecrate the hour.
I am much too small in this world, yet not small
to be to You just object and think,
dark and smart.
I want my free will and want it accompanying
the path which leads to action;
and want during times that beg questions,
where something is up,
to be among those in the know,
or else be alone.

I want to mirror Your image to its fullest perfection,
never be blind or too old
to uphold Your weighty wavering reflection.
I want to unfold.
Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent;
for there I would be dishonest, untrue.
I want my conscience to be
true before You;
want to describe myself like a picture I observed
for a long time, one close up,
like a new word I learned and embraced,
like the everday jug,
like my mother's face,
like a ship that carried me along
through the deadliest storm.

~Rainer Maria Rilke~

"Within These Twisted Boughs"

Intertwined in life
Growth in birth of seeds
Saplings at nature's mercy
Many suns have risen
Occasionally birds have fallen
Forked boughs clench
Branches do not stir
Death comes and goes
Leaves abandon them
Yet they mingle closely
Until decay sets in
Roots go deep searching
Hostile rebellion of elements
Under wary clouds
And skies that do not trust
Wisps of dust
Tree hearts mingle also
They know each other intimately
Refusing to reveal
Commnications are hushed
In whispers hidden by wind
Shaded glory thresholds
Trees speak but are not heard by many
Words taken for granted
Delicate phrases chanted
Upon a rare ear
That listens to the whispers
Hidden by wind

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Futility of Polyphemus"

While greater powers than my own
Lift me up from desolation
With assistance of a spirit
With whom I have no eartly relation
Exacerbation existed
In the offer to have it flee
I always resisted
Now in this place where
My actions go before me
Portrayed upon the wall
For all to see
A minotar housed in the Cretan Labyrinth
Offspring of Pasiphaë and the Cretan bull
Await me patiently
Theseus and Ariadne shall kill it for me
Before I am devoured
Minos in Crete shall be dissapointed
Daedalus has wrought his work in vanity
He shall fall to his death with Icarus
While greater powers than my own
Lift me up from my desolation

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Oceanic Relationship"

Hot sands all around me
I have no tears
An ocean in front of me
As are many oceans
I face my fears
Waves motioning
Beckoning for pity
Hot sand now slips
Through bent fingers
Returning to its birth
Life moves on
Skies come and go
Clouds are like
Fair weather friends
Things become the total sum
You see more clearly
As your heart mends
Held accountable
are my visions
Denizon of the deep
You shall not
Make my decisions
May you go about
Free from your deed
But you shall not
Cause me to heed
I will return
unto my ocean
Your act commited
Evoked emotion
Even though that fateful day
You changed my life
In this ocean
I shall return unto
That which I love
You seek out your next meal
Survival of the fittest
All will heal
Once again we shall touch
The waves together
We love so much
Bitterness in what we shared
My ocean heals
The fear that dared
To venture forth and touch the waves
Salted water upon those scars
In my ocean by grace it saves

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved


Death is only the beginning
A step beyond the grave
Partitioned away in little globes
That escape burial places
Encased within
There are no tombs
Which can hold it
Defiance of that
Which is not mass
Forces of nature
Cannot prevent
Allowing it to pass
Deration of the soul
Is lifted henceforth
I will join others
In elated thought
The eventual return
For that which is ought

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Behind my Mask"

Nobody sees behind the mask
Uninvited spectators applaud
They try to see into my soul
Believing that an entrance
Is through the eyes
Winter is in me as cold
Dead fawns are never mourned
Why should I let them in
Where they touched me
I have a burned mark
Afterwards I was scorned
Without the mask I am just
Another dead fawn
That will never be mourned
Flowing wheat in fields
Stifle their movements
As my mask and shadow
Pass their way
Clouds hide the sun
Until stars come out
Even the moon evades me
In the cold of my seasons
That endure all year long
There is no harvest from this planting
Impotent seeds have been placed
Into sterile ground
The soil is cracked
Except dies the cut worms
From lack of stalks
I am poured out onto the earth
For all to see
Under a mask in an expression
Bearing witness to songs
That die within the music
That is seen through my eyes
Into my soul

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Peaceful Sleep"

Masses huddled in one place
Sleeping within this void space
In piles like kindling wood
Sacrificed into the mouths
Of waiting ovens
Devouring until they're ashes
Cast upon the ground
As though
Bones rebel destruction
Ne'r do they glow
Dying in their faith
Broken wills to live
This is their sacrifice
Is all they had to give
Still their voices call out
Snuffed out lives but not in vain
Until the end of time
The world will know their pain

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"While the Village Sleeps"

There it lurks in dreaded alleys
Life takes on another form
Cities are aflame and blazing
On darkened nights
When things transform
Cresent moon wildly
Shining down upon the gloom
Citizens slumber peacefully
Oblivious to any doom
Still there is a candle
That flickers within its flame
It represents a glimmer
Hope within its claim
Dawn will bring a new day
Dew will dissapear
I take a single rose with me
To shed a bloodless tear

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Dimensional Occurences"

From a partition that separates
An inner light which emanates
Entering from the abyss
Walking through the corridors of time
Gathered artifacts to what reacts
Indelible impressions through martyrdom
Of which is not the total sum
Energies that go before them
Crossing over into realms
Where no other has journeyed
Even unto that which overwhelms
Martagon lilies of velvet
They contain within their turbans
Wisps of the knowledge of creation
Of all that represents mankind
Egregious visions I have observed
Incivility on grand scales
Delusions of grandeur in the masses
Beating down upon them mercilessly
Like a cat 'o nine tails
Yet there is a clearing where calm exists
To and fro I travel from within
Escaping mighty furies
That lay about therein

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Autumn Gathering"

Children of trees
In their gathering place
Seasonal changes
Upon their face
Quietly awaiting
Returning to the soil
Formed into mulch
They shall know reunion
With the trees
Roots patiently await
Their arrival date
A journey back to the top begins
Where they will once again
Become the children of the trees

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Rebirth of a Feather"

It came to be
That you rescinded from
Clouds above
Plumetting gently to the earth
Clouds that abide in jealous pride
Not able to return wanton love
Blades of grass upon a hill
Visitations from the dandelion
Water flows steadily when it rains
Aware of a clouds actions
When it feigns
Separation from your host
To fend within the dust
Fly again when winds pass
Though your penalty seems unjust
The flock continues onward
As you are left alone

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Hidden Dreams"

Behind my bangs
I walk the cold hard line
I walk the line
In this cold hard world of mine
Through my eyes I have seen
My innocence
All of my dreams dashed
Upon the walls of hope
In others eyes they think I cannot cope
There are no words left for me to say
For I must heal in my own way
Foolish pride or so it seems
My own wounds licked
By myself within those dreams
Where all my hopes laid
In solemn candlelight
Til bids farewell
To my own fight
Upon that wall shall be found new hope
In spite of those who interlope

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved


Where there is darkness also thrives light
Sun to Moon-Day to Night
Where there is joy must also be sorrow
In each day that ends there must be tommorow
Where there is life must also be death
Negative to Positive-within the same breath
As though exhaling equals emanation
In likeness to an inundation
Inhalation is the insufflation
The pause in between is the existence
That thrives between life and death
Both ends of the tunnel come together
Womb to Tomb and Tomb to Womb
The thin veil that separates the two
Is the difference in likeness as is
Emanation to Insufflation
The emanation is the giving force
It has no need to take from creation
The insufflation is the taking force
It does not give anything in return
For those who can hear-take heed;
Listen and learn
Lest you should take the wrong turn
Both appear to be of the same
Yet one way is the road to an immortality
While the other shall not give unto
That which has been taken
To see behind the lifted veil
Of that which has been forsaken
A still small voice is always heard
One is a pseudo the other indubitable
Think back to the voice that was heard
It is there from the time of the womb
Clouded in concealed intellect
Revealed from within the tomb
Metaphors are always spoken
All shall not hear and see
On revelation from beyond
A call answered from a plea
That arrives from without
And resides in departure from within

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved


Deep in the forest
Where light does not glow
Seldom is heard a stirring amongst branches
The gatheering places of detached leaves
Brittle cones from pine trees
Scratching the surface for air
Abandoned by their bearers
Adopted by the soil that awaits
When trees fall into their own fates
Rotting homes to many are they
Until they meet once again with soil
The return to dust as everything must
Emanated light in the distance
Fails to pierce the darkness
The stirring of branches is concealed
In seldom lighted darkness revealed
Where all things meet their fate

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved


As a soloist apart from the crowd
Asphyxiophilia in likeness to familiarity
Fatal in the many ways
I am suffocated amongst my own kind
Memories become blank spaces
I am trapped between the rocks
Wherein waves that dash themselves
Upon the striations
Cross banded in every direction
Where there seems to be purpose
There is none
I am forlorn of comfort
With exception to the Heliotrope
Uninvited warmth then enters
Only because it is drawn from hope
In the valerian lavenders
Within the mirrors of reflecting sunlight
From a distant point to my inner soul
Bloodied spots of red jasper
Quicken my response to fate
As I walk in solitare reflection
The masses of people are drawn to me
Modification caused by the inflection
Guides me into another direction
Far away from those masses
They chase me as I continue to evade
Engaged in tactical moves
That place me upon the chess board of fates
Where no further direction prevails
Except that which is revealed
To eyes that have not pried unecessarily
In recompense for patience
Rather than causing vexation
As did the masses of people
Who are continually evaded
Until they cease to thrive

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Innocent Armadillo"

Gleaming mirages upon the road
The '68 Lincoln turns the bend
Dry gulch streams on either side
Landscapes cause ones mind to suspend
Rolling tumbleweeds make their way
Cactus observing do not encroach
All things are allowed to pass
In silence beyond all reproach
Mountaintops in distant view
Nothing remains in place forever
Living creatures continue to thrive
Involved in the daily endeavor
The quiet Armadillo scarcely seen
Scratching the surface for carion bits
Unconcerned what passes by
Unto the search it verily commits
In the distance his grey image
Scrounging by the desolate roadside
The road is true with burning asphalt
Open expanses of the range are wide
Wheels that turn in their rolling motion
In the unrelenting veritable commotion
His grey form with its shadow
Asphalt burns my throat
In passive daydream emotion
Secret visions remain remote
Wheels turn purposely towards
Leaving the asphalt road
Upon this Armadillo they point
Gloating eyes brightly as a cathode
Breif moments of sanity cloud me
Attempting to turn the wheels of fate
In the ensuing struggle the wheels continue
My actions are but a moment late
To know the mind of another
Values of exsisting statistics
Actions make them meaningless
In comparison to all logistics
Making sense of things is fruitless
Searching for a sensible reason
A steady mind is hard to find
Hiding within are acts of treason
Not a moment has passed by
Wheels halt quickly
From the '68 Lincoln
Upon my dufflebag sickly
Five hundred feet back down the road
To where he lays alone
Motionless under the quiet skies
Sorrow penetrates me to the bone
Silently a shallow grave
He hears not what my mind thinks
Gently he is wrapped in my shirt
Dejected as my own heart sinks
Only dust remains from the wheels
Over a horizon it dissapears
Trying to reason what has occured
Validating my most inner fears
That simple twisted body
I walked the lonely road
Until I came to a town
With my burdened load
On the Greyhound staring
Into open space
Headed towards my old home
Where I could find a place
To sit and ponder
What had happened
Innocence died before my face
Although I had sympathy
I had seen the ugliness
Of uncontrolled disgrace
Not a day goes by
I remember all
The innocent Armadillo
Who sits upon the wall
Placed within my mind

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Friday, June 29, 2007


Very few have ever seen me
I hide by light of day
Except in brief expanses
Quite out of the way
Birds fancy me as I do them
Their songs are very sweet
I listen to them as my thirst
Is quenched
Always ready to retreat
My home is deep within the forest
Hidden by the trees
I'm over 300 years old
And I hold the keys
To the heart that wanders
In search of lonely doves
In wisps of wind you'll see me
In all that nature loves

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Innocence on the Shores"

Down by the seashore
With my best friend
We sit in the sand by the waves
He listens to my stories about the pirates
Of all the dead mens graves
Pirate ships used to sail
Close by near the old lighthouse pier
Shooting their cannons off
Making noise and causing fear
Now that my story is over
We'll build a castle from sand
I'll be a king-he'll be a knight
In the middle of the castle we'll stand
After that the waves will come
To knock the castle down
Then we shall listen to a seashell
And bury dead fish with a frown
Most of the time we bury them in pairs
So none of them get lonely at night
Marking their graves with popsicle sticks
Til the waves knock them out of sight

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Recognized Flaw"

I am the child of fallen angels
Before my own time
Within them are beasts
Such is the same within me
If not for that brief moment
Wherein a spark of warmth
Revealed itself
Undiscovered would it remain
Amongst my broken wings
Yet the inner spirit survives
Beasts fights against the spark
Flames shall lick at them
Broken wings of burnt glory
Soaring would they be
If not for my inferiority
Being the cause of others
Orphaned before my time
With no outstretched hand
This is the fate of many
As we faint in malignant terror

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved


My older brother won't play with me
Life isn't that much fun anymore
My dog just wants to sleep today
My sister is such a bore
Last week I got some crab apples
While sitting in a tree
Most of them I threw at other kids
Especially at this girl named Marie
I don't like her
She always smiles when I go to school
Then the other boys laugh at me
So I dunk them in the pool
Mom just told me not to run
While I'm in the house
So I'll just sit here in the hallway
Quiet as a mouse
Maybe Dad will play with me
When he comes home from work
Guess I'll go next door and see the cat
Instead of my homework
Last time I pulled the cat's tail hard
But then he ran away
I don't think he likes me much
'Cause he won't try to play
Nobody likes me for some reason
I just can't figure why
I'm pretty nice most of the time
Except when I make girls cry

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved


As a child those who told me
Stories of this land
This lake of serentiy
Has been a guiding hand
Its waters touching every shore
By every village edge
Nourishing every flower and tree
That grows upon it's ledge
Roots run deep-roots run true
I sit upon my steed
A setting sun-this day is done
It has filled the need
Of those I love and who love me
Flourishing in this land
Soft shadows under velvet skies
Upon this place so grand

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Twisted Carousel"

Children come here on afternoons
Wooden horses with sardonic faces
Often mistaken for another emotion
On the merry go round that embraces
The calliope plays its mellow tune
Birds in trees are catatonic
Tranquilized from people's lies
The laughter of children being mnemonic
For dreams that have passed
Unto hands clenched on rails
From the fringes of the girth
A memory which fails
Mad horses on poles encircle
Margins of this accepted folly
Rain washes away the demons
All that remains is the melancholy
Of wooden horses with eyes affixed
On no particular thing
Catatonic birds look on
Never fluttering a wing

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Delightful Elf"

Spying on children playing games
Peeking through the spaces
Of densely thickened bushes
I can see their beaming faces
It brings me joy to see them laugh
As they jump and play
Quietly through watchful eyes
For the moment I can stay
Nothing stirs in the forest
Which means that all is well
If the sound comes calling
Of the golden bell
Lickey split like the wind
In the blink of an eye I'm gone
If not for the bell that calls me home
I would be watching from dusk to dawn
In their eyes are such joy
As I sit upon my stump
Playing leapfrog with their friends
They leap and play and jump

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Lonely Pup"

I really need a friend right now
It seems I'm all alone
You came and got me yesterday
While I slept as others wept
From the only place I've known
I'm so lonely without my pals
To keep me warm at night
If you could let me sleep with you
I know I'd be alright
Let's be friends forever

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved


Not to put you on a pedestal
making you into somebody you are not,
but if I called you both my feminine and masculine inspiration,
would you understand that it is merely what you are.
I might as well call you human as well as the most beautiful of women
that you whom read this know "that is what you are"
And if you are a man,
know you have a woman's wonderful qualities within you.

And now away with this prose
And now for the truth about women,

I imagine you sitting there
Naked, or in your underwear,
Or in your jeans or skirt
Perhaps your hair is rumpled from a rough day at work
You are feeling fat today,
Feeling too thin.
You want a man, your husband, boyfriend or friend
You want a woman, your partner, your lover, your friend
To listen to you more
You want him to apologize - an honest apology
That right now you might not feel beautiful,
But that is for me to decide,
For to me you are always beautiful,
For no matter who you are, you are who you are
And that is goddess
And that is woman
That you bleed,
You hate, you love, you cry, you yell, you scream, you . . .
Sometimes you bite your nails, fart, burp, hiccup
Or slurp your soup
Or don't wear what I fantasize about you wearing
Or surprise me for being better than my fantasy
Because believe it or not nothing beats the real thing
And that real thing is you!

You are woman
You are human
Wanting someone to listen to you when you come home, when you throw down,
To discuss philosophy, religion, or just watch the game with.
You want someone to cook you breakfast or dinner once in a while
You want someone to truly care, hoping your:
Birthday, anniversary, or mother's day is not forgotten.

Sometimes you blow your nose, your breath stinks,
Sweat a little much.
Your body changes when you are pregnant
Sometimes you lose the fat,
Sometimes you don't and often the stretch marks let you down,
But I wouldn't have you any other way for those marks, that extra fat
Is a reminder to me of how precious you whom bear life from your womb truly are
And I, but a mere man will never understand and so honor you for the sheer fact that it
Was a woman that brought me into this world,
That I am always in awe of you, for I will never experience that,
That I will experience everything else but giving birth.

Sometimes you wear blue jeans, overalls, or a sexy dress,
Wear a sports shirt, tennis shoes, pumps, sandals or six inch heel boots,
That you are daughter, lover, sister, mother, whore
That you smile, you plays games,
Sometimes playing hard to get
Or sometimes hard to want.

You are nurturer, comforter, warrior and a veteran
Of a domestic violent war,
That you are my teacher, the mirror of my own masculinity,
You are my dream and I scream your name

You are beautiful but never truly realize it,
Are sexy even when you are in your seventies
Are incredible even though you may not be my type
But that doesn't take away from your beauty,
Doesn't take away from the fact I respect and honor you,
That you will always be my friend whether you are 100 lbs or 410.

Women and men should not be separate
That we were put on this earth to love and experience all emotions, but
Damn you are so woman, so human and that is why you are the most beautiful of all,
That every second I sleep, I dream you,
I breathe you,
And when I wake, it is my eyes that are constantly refocused into the reality of you

Please you who read this know how wonderful you are,
Know how precious a treasure you are,
That you might smoke, do drugs, drink a little too much, eat a lot of sugar,
Eat meat or not eat meat,
But you are so human, so very much a woman and so very beautiful
Your gender is truly a gift I feel I've been given on this earth,


"Eternal Friendship"

My friend awaits she knows my approach
I visit her twice a year without fail
No longer used as a harness bull
No longer able to valiantly pull
Her roving eye meets mine
Like a mother who examines her son
Each time I go might be my last
For her long life is just about done
We have known the way of the canvas
Together we have wrestled against the ropes
She sensed when it opened my brow
When It captured my inner most hopes
Stinging salt that festered my wound
I licked the blood mingled with the sweat
She looked on and knew my heart
For this I have no regret
Many times she has looked over me
Watching as I slept in peace
Now I look over her as she once did
Until her soul shall see release
There is no distance between us
The connection will always be
Even in death it will still remain
Between my old friend and me

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Thursday, June 28, 2007

"Fair Lady"

Reaping what has been sown
Fair lady who is called
The sower of fates
Whether seeds shall germinate
Is left up to more than fate
Revelations given from beyond
The lifted veil within the dawn
Of rising suns and dying moons
Stealth winds that creep
Over the sands of dunes
Her faceless form in huddled pose
She is the black rose
Against the prick of thorns
Stirring in the veins of gathering storms
In lightnings that shall leap
From rooftop to rooftop
As burning incense that will not keep
It smolders incessantly
Continuing in spite of the incertitude
Of time that suspends itself
Which proceeds in slow motion
Mulling over in the minds of many
Under a dying moon that glows with rage

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It's not his fault the kite came down
Now my brother has a frown
There's no more wind for it to fly
Another day we'll sail the sky
There will be other kites
But not another
That will replace my little brother
It's up to me to watch him close
Even when were not at play
It's just a kite I've told him mostly
That we'll try another day
Once our dad helped us
The kite went up so high
We sent messages up the kite string
It was a dot up in the sky
Next time we'll do better
You never know if you don't try

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Beckoning Call"

Of days gone by
Several wars have come and gone
My sons helped lay our nets
Upon the sea
From Norway to the Finlands
In foam and brine
With sea spray upon our faces
The burning sun upon our heads
Holds tightly the hemp
Within the stern hand of the sea
Somewhere resides within
The marrow of my old bones
In my chair upon the porch
A distant sea that beckons
With lowly moans
I have outlived all my sons
Except save one
Even my old woman is gone
Yet still I am not done
Every moment has been precious
In my labour I have searched
Skies of majestic beauty
Upon this place wherein is perched
My old soul that looks on
Onward towards eternity

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"He Waits for Me"

My teddy bear gets lonely
He wants to be with me
At home awaiting patiently
In his silent plea
He pretty well sleeps
With the calico cat
Whenever I'm away
He never moves from the corner
From where he spends his day
When I get home we'll have a talk
About my day in school
My teddy bear will smile then
'Cause he is pretty cool

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Pablo's Words

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms,
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.
Thanks to your love a certain fragrance,
risen darkly from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride,
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where "I" does not exist, nor "you,"
So close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
So close that your eyes close and I fall asleep.

-Pablo Neruda-


Dancing upon air in suspension
A child's dreams within its folds
Movement of action in the wind
In despair of its freedom lost
That otherwise would have been
Allowed to kiss the tenderness
Of awaiting clouds
Clouds that call out unto it
In a fit of rage it will bring upon
Thunderstroms that will pelt it down
And no other will know the love
Or sense the dream of the child
If not for the clouds for whom it was intended
This suspension would not be
This sense of freedom witheld
Distress in this inanimate object
Yet it is the principle that causes
It to dance upon the wind
In fruitless attempts to free itself
From the electrical manacle
Reaching up into the sky
With its artificial structure
It clings tightly to the intruder
In belief that it can hold onto something
That was intended to belong in the wind

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Baton Rouge Behind Me"

A song in my heart as the radio plays
On the bridge named Huey P.Long
Leaving Baton Rouge behind
With my song in my heart on my mind
When the cock crowed once this morn
The sun barely able to see
I heard that click in my ears
It was the sound of the gears
Putting things into motion
In preparation of grinding
Together they will turn
And cause my flesh to burn
Until I walk the street
Where like minded souls shall meet
In the exchange of words
Where none need to be spoken
I see many people who have been broken
The corpses of their minds lay about
In the retreats of those alley ways
Where many have spent their final days
But I look to light that enters in spite
Of that which dies before my eyes
It is survival of the fitest
In this street of fleeting fears
I turn my head in another direction
To avoid those who bring me tears

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Visions from the Boxcar"

Without the presence of inner emotions
There would be no place to store my thoughts
Graveled roads with embedded tracks
Well traveled by those who make their way
Water towers with town names upon them
Stored upon the shelf within my mind
Lights in the sky at nightime
Signal the next town location
That will come into view upon the cue
Where once again another water tower
With a name upon it will appear
Silhouettes of cows in pastures
On the edges of town
The framework of all that is present
Yet no laughter is heard as I pass by
Only the glaring eyes of the automobiles
Awaiting the gate to lift up
So that they may proceed along the way
To the gravel roads
Where tires make their impressions
Slewing stones in all directions
Impervious to the assault upon them
On gravel roads as I pass them by

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Eventually my time will come
When my outer skin will peel
Emergence into a waiting place
In metamorphosis I patiently pose
Dreaming of when it begins
The masses have seen me
But do not know me
I was the visitor who
Being in disguise
Only recognizable by my eyes
That nobody bothered to look into
Or glanced into my iris
Therefore they only know the old skin
Not being able to find my heart
Walking amongst them observing
Those who pretend to be
Leading the blind to hilltops
Enticing them with vain words
Phrases that are not their own
It invades them clear down
To the marrow in their bone
As I emit radiance that transcends
Uplifted as a Phoenix that rises
From ashes where my old skin resides

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Haunted Mind"

Stars seem like glass splinters
Of the cold thickness of winter
This hollow sickness I rest
And constricting like an invisible snake
Dark longings venture forth from my chest
Leaving nothing in it's venomous wake
Dreaming the vision in darkness is what I will do
Verily I say the dream comes true
I venture from hell's death by night
It comes across time and space
Which permeates the darkened light
Under the moon this devil was conceived
The black thorn in my life
Which I acknowledged as forlorn
Understanding things only I shall witness
For this devil although he may chase
Within my own illness of noise
I increase my pace
All things become known
In that which I do embrace
This heart which seeks out
It's own bloodlust within disgrace
Woefully I search for the dark forest
Within my dreams
As this devil lurks in what seems
A past haunting within my mind
I have seen his image in what I find
For it sought out my crying soul
For all of this I must atoll
On this island of coral reefs
Within my own beliefs
He thrives within the dark lagoons
In the deaths of distant moons
Evermore shall never rise
Within its crescent this demon dies

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"Searching for You"

In the ghost of your kisses
Sweet wine touches my lips
Shadow puppets dance on walls
Where thoughts are greeted
Neatly stacked in rows that meet the eye
A birds eye view of a rabbit that dares
Hoping to hide itself in the shadows
Where upon it meets the fate
Of the sleeping viper
There is no hunger or desire
That can replace the memory of your lips
Sweet wine turns sour upon my tongue
Thickened hides that dry in the sun
Only remind me of your absence
The lady who floats enters into my dreams
Haunting my mind with her perfume
She rests upon the dune
As I transform into a bird of flight
Soaring high in search of you
I fly but my hands are tied
Therefore I have no wings to search for you
Blindly my search ends in futility
Elusively you follow in your own shadow
Just out of reach of my inner soul

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Split amid the two realms
Disintengration into the material
From whence all things have come
Clapping as the sound of thunder
Closed eyes are able to envision
As the reflection within a drop of water
Suspended momentarily
During the time an eye blinks
Such reflections are lost in time
In confidence my strange interpose
Interrupts the quaint conversations
Lurking in spaces where parasites thrive
Waiting for Newton's law to go into effect
Mollifying those in conciliation
Requittal avoids capture
Resting in the Cities of Refuge
The subterfuge is the contrivance
Stratagem is useless as a ploy
I am able and willing to bide my time
Remaining in suspension indefinetly
Until forces beyond my control
Command me to relinquish my position
I remain in the shell of decomposition
Until the dust overcomes me
Wherein I shall lay prostrate
Surrendering to the ages within time

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"Peering Into Blank Spaces"

Solitude in contemplation
Visions of my inner self
Raindrops falling just outside
This window in my stare
There are no minds here tonight
Which I may touch
Therefore it is my gaze upon the stars
Where once again the wonder begins
The slight fog in the street mimicks
That gentle buffering in betwixt
That unsolved position where things may
Run rampantly at their own desire
Revealing their true nature for me to see
I am caught in the maze that encompasses me
Though it surrounds me it is tame
Willing to reveal its secret passages
Interpolated objects are no suprise when they come
Being as I am aware of them before they arrive
What mesmerized me at one time
This is now a common ocurrence
No longer able to throw me off track
These things are seen as I said well in advance
Before they pass through the rusty gates

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"The Forest of Darkness"

Realization came early on
Only a thin membrane between
From here to there in this dark forest
Travel to my place was most common
Amid the shining eyes of nameless ones
They rarely spoke with just an ancient stare
Wolves and other beings inhabit this place
In the darkened cavities they cower
In fear of those who walk with power
Energies that work folly in their presence
Those with wooden staffs walk softly
Staying clear of those who walk between
One reality and their places in which they roam
It is in this dark place that I inhabit at times
Safely tucked away in a resting place
Solitude is possible
All others who enter may not touch me
They can only enter my mind when allowed
In the instant of a snapping they must flee
When the ferryman comes to take me back
To the other side where I sometimes abide
Space is provided wherever I choose to be
Whether it be negative space
Whether it be positive space
The maze opens at both ends
Its color is chosen and called in time
Within this existence thoughts are gathered
Shadows within are forcibly taken out
Revealing the hidden secrets
Rushing spirits are in fear of this
It drives their energy further into the forest
The forest of darkness and thorns

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"Elfish Trouble"

Just one more fish was all I wanted
Now this fear that someone comes
Maybe they will see me
That's not supposed to be
The rules outside the magic forest
Say that I must flee
Trouble always comes my way
From taking all these chances
I watched the fish in this pond
Before I made advances
Now my hopes for passers by
They will not notice me
If I get out of this I swear
I'll try more carefully
Not to be so bold again
Until next time I think
I can get these little fish
Before their eyes can blink

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