Thursday, July 5, 2007


Dismal road that's barely traveled
Where one may find
The kindred of a likewise mind
Between their shoes and my toes
A single crimson rose
Where minds may meet
Without consequence
Voices are heard without a word
In strictness of the resonance
From where it came and where it goes
A direction which it chose
To meet upon the lonely road
This single crimson rose
Within a heart that dimly glowed
A raven sits atop the cactus
Its eyes are filled with mirth
It takes notice to the tumbleweeds
And when the moon gives birth
To the stars that light the range
For miles it can see
Surrealistic images on mountaintops
Like lion's paws they are
Some are sphynx like in the distance
In most spectacular
Colors emit from it not yet born
Melding to the road
This single crimson rose bears all
Of that which hath bestowed

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Maiden of Lonliness-Part 1"

She reaches out to open space
Calling for the silent voice
When the call is answered
There is no response by choice
Although its presence was summoned
Now that it is here
The Maiden of Lonliness buries her head
Fighting back each tear
Four walls a ceiling and a floor
The silence is death defying
Many words are beneath her breath
In phrases underlying
Concealed in the many words
Anger is suppresed
Refusal to accept the inevitable
To recognize the blessed
It is a cold heart than reigns
Within the inner pains
The inner wall is very tall
Barred is the way to the entrance
Still there is the still small voice
Impleading in its own way
Until comes the end of the day
When night is falling it becomes appalling
Laying in the bed soaked with tears
Fighting with all the inner fears
The eyes going to and fro
Searching,thinking what makes it so
Thrashing in the very mind
Unable to find escape or release
Thighs on fire unattended
There can be no peace for thoughts to cease
Answers given are rejected mostly
From that summoned voice
Although acceptance is greatly desired
It is made by choice
The Maiden of Lonliness still hangs on
Wanting to harken beyond her walls
Wanting to trust in her own disgust
Needing someone to catch her if she falls
But she will not fall
Lonliness knows no true friend

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"The Maiden of Lonliness-Part 2"

Her eyes emit beauty
So does her body
From the tip of her toes
To the top of her head
What is not seen is
That which is omitted
Secretly there lies within
A path that leads to her soul
It is a journey an hungered
With its role
To breach the gap within it
Is to have set the spark
To tingle the senses
That are on the other side
Of the bridge that stands no more
Due to conditions that closed the door
Long ago when the voice did not come
To caress her in consolation
Reaping what was sown
Upon her mighty throne
Vulnerability and mistrust imbibed into
The Queen's heart
However she is just an icon
The Maiden of Lonliness is who she really is
Refusing to allow anyone to catch her tears
Lest she continually wrestles with the fears
That tear the very fabric of her good heart
As it is cast upon the oceans in time

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Inward Vortex"

It has appeared many times
Dimlit place of silent draft
Light that dances upon the walls
Of the elevator shaft
Imagination has placed me here
Within these brick walls
Peeling paint clutches to
Rusted cables
Their singing calls
The pull of motors deep
It's sounds deafen my soul
Losing sense of all time
In this crypt like hole
The coolness puts my mind at ease
In these moments I can seize
Lack of presence in the world
Death is at my feet
Wings of birds are heard
Their muffled frenzy atop
Rooftop squabbles over nothing
In later thought the elevator chop
There are only feathers falling
Broken wings which are like promises
That sink to lower depths

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Skies over New Mexico"

The plain view sky over New Mexico
Has not one blemish to reveal
Not being able to tell of its gesture
Encased in its eyes like steel
Sighted far off is the single eagle
Searching over terrain
Muddy clouds shadow the sun
To keep the cactus from pain
The wandering horse grazes in peace
Its pure white face of innocent beauty
It has no recollection of fenced in rows
Or dereliction of its duty
To pull a flat lorry over the plains
Is beyond the mares comprehension
Only the skies and its own desires
Attract it to its attention
Of what is simple and what is right
Over a landscape on a starry night
With the moon glistening
While nobody is listening
I have known the lady who
lingers in the light
Of the everlasting moon

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

Slumbering Kitten"

She always sleeps by middle C
When the rays of the sun begin
A breeze comes in from the screen door
The radio plays sweet music of the violin
To watch her in peaceful sleep
Is a vision I will keep
In latter days when she plays
The ivory keyboard shall no longer weep

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Remembered Days"

Oklahoma on a farm
That's where life began
Easy loads on dusty roads
Driven by a callouse handed man
On weekends I would hear
The laughter of children
Going to the picture show
Under majestic skies of beauty
With my gentle loaded cargo
A dust storm came without warning
Stripped of my outer shell
Eventually we headed northward
For work in the city of hell
My frame remained in seclusion
No more gentle loads
How I missed the children's laughter
On those rural roads
Times went by until one day
I found myself in different hands
Whiskey was my new cargo
I traveled through strange lands
The men who traveled with me
Had bullets in their guns
Meeting others on desolate roads
Indeed they were strange ones
My body was riddled with bullets
The flow of blood inside
Again I sat in seclusion
As though my life had died
Again I sat for many days
In dust filled shafts of light
Outside was heard the grind of traffic
Which gave me much insight
I found myself in different hands
Field workers were my new cargo
I traveled through strange lands
They spoke an odd language indeed
In my journeys none would exceed
The strangeness of this operation
That ran along a border
Chaos in boarding me always present
In a commotion of disorder
The roads were rough-sometimes ditches
Water grazed my shell
Until one day my heart stopped beating
My oil gauges fell
Now I sit in open fields
There are no crops to which it yields
Yes my journeys strange indeed
Pondering what occured over time
In my life that was decreed

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved


Death is nothing at all

I have only slipped away into the next room

I am I and you are you

Whatever we were to each other

That we are still

Call me by my old familiar name

Speak to me in the easy way you always used

Put no difference into your tone

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow

Laugh as we always laughed

At the little jokes we always enjoyed together

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was

Let it be spoken without effort

Without the ghost of a shadow in it

Life means all that it ever meant

It is the same as it ever was

There is absolute unbroken continuity

What is death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind

Because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you for an interval

Somewhere very near

Just around the corner

All is well.

Nothing is past; nothing is lost

One brief moment and all will be as it was before

How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

Canon Henry Scott-Holland, 1847-1918, Canon of St Paul's Cathedral


Midshadow in the overtones
The presence of my Escher
Broken dreams on stairwell seams
Holding up the pressure
I think of Plath and Sexton
Their minds and of Kay Sage
Tanguy travels my inner mind
Evading my own rage
Some where in there hides the rest
No need to mention more
I'm kind of jealous of my heroes
Of those that I adore
Written words upon walls
Paint may go where it falls
Pollock would have a fit
To know what still exsists
In a world that makes false claims
Upon stairwells I must resist
Walk amongst the rubble
Try to shift the puzzle
Best to make it anonymous
Lest they use the muzzle
Parables and allegories
Entangled within my words
Metaphors that confuse the whores
The ones who plagiarise my mind
What do they hope to find
Except that to quicken their own selves
They have conveniently become laid back
And placed their minds upon the shelves
In cupboards which are bare
All the way down to the bottom of the spine
However drunken on the finest of wine
In the catacombs that block their throats
Depriving them of original thoughts
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved

"Cutter's Dream"

Beauty was not in the flower of my eye
It was nowhere to be found
Amongst the thorns in my heart
Light emanated through my window
Turning to darkness
Before it reached me
Simple scars in discreet places
Each one like an epitaph
Upon my soul
Recollections bring it to life
As though the cuttings were anew
Fresh blood flows once again
Down my arms and into my mind
Salt from my sweat stings
Ebbing into the wounds
Reminding me that they are still there
Unwilling to vacate their places
Chaining me to myself
So that I many not ascend
Unto places where they cannot exsist
Hear the crying that is deep
My words are concealed
Hidden from prying eyes
Who would only cause more pain
In well meaning phrases
Showing me that they have no faith
In what I am able to do
Rather than to lift me up
Their words are the same
As if they caused the wound to appear
From the time it was born
Unto my heart and unto my soul
There are places where words
Do not exist
That is what I want;
To go and find my beauty
If there is a path
To take me from my rath
That I keep within me
To quench the tears that flow

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved


My master slumbers in light of day
His armour has no chink
Light peers in through his window
Yet he does not stir
Upon his chest rests a bouquet
Much like the kind he brings
To his lady of fair
His pure white stallion
Impatiently awaiting
Yet his bridle is not upon him
As the sun breaches the sky
I wonder why he does not rise
Even the mice are not lurking
I have this feeling like when it rains
Of eternal loss in thunder's pains

© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved


Aloof on a pile of cobblestones
Extracted from years in the field
The ground remains sterile
Without its requirement to yield
Leaning fenceposts with sharpened pikes
Slumber in long rows
Struggling to recall past memories
Nearby the almond tree grows
Shards of wheat seem to flow
As Northern winds blow
A tingling on one side of my face
'Tis a reminder of past storms
Close watch over stirring skies
Attention paid to cloud swarms
Out of the untrusting eye
I see a crooked jaw in
The formation of the clouds
The undistrubed sun conceals itself
I still know it has an angry brow
Rattling fenceposts warn me
Of approaching encroachments
That follow worn out pathways
Which lead to my secret place
Never has an interuption made itself known
Should it occur I will know to flee
Squatting down low in the grasses
Concealing myself from
That which may desire to
Conceal its presence from me
Yay-though the fence row leans
It still struggles to keep its borders
Prying eyes cannot survive here
Fear drives it from falling in the way
Of the quiet times that live here
Only the cobblestone know I am present
Duly accounted for in the roll call
While the almond tree continues to flourish
Amongst the metaphors that are planted in fields

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