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My conception of familiar surroundings
The kind that are found in fragments of time
A simple toy can become much more
Hidden in a paradigm
While others may not agree with me
It has become my theory
Life without this realization
Would make things for me most dreary
Shapes are easily manipulated
Travel within the mind
Visitation to several places at once
Is possible if so inclined
Distance is irrelevant
A concept of time does not apply
How long does it take to go from thoughts
To accept and personify
In the wake of the waves in motion
Or a moon that waxes and wanes
Touching things that are untouchable
Succumbing to all it attains
~Moses~
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A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.
-MAYA ANGELOU
As the rabbit slumbers
Under the moon
Visitation occurs from the reeds
Most nights he is absent
Except at times when he feeds
His nourishment consists
Of his victims dreams
He thrives on the energy
Odd as it seems
No animal is safe from his grasp
For under the moon he creeps
Latching onto all the dreams
While his victim sleeps
Relentless in his pursuit
He makes his way through the night
Other than that he's quite harmless
In his ever evolving plight
The dream thief cringes
In disbelief
When he finds someone
Who has no dreams
Disatisfied is his appetite
He retires to the shadows
Of the moonbeams
Until he once again rises
Lurking in the night
Seeking out more dreams to steal
To suit his appetite
~Moses~
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The notes flow into the street
Coming from my heart
Some throw me a nickel or two
Others listen with interest
Thirty seven years of playing
Putting myself forward on the streets
Down in New Orleans
The people,the city and all the voices
I love them all just the same
On the sun baked steets from which I grew
Tap dancing still happens
But not enough for my tastes
Familiar faces of those I have watched
Grow from children
Now they scoff at me
I am a reminder of what is in their future
Old age is a natural occurence
But some fear it
Little do they know
In my heart I am as I was in youth
Soon my way will be to the longhome
Some call it the dirt nap
My preference is to keep to the street
Until these legs of mine will no longer go
Up to that time my companion is with me
Kicking out the jams on the street
My old cat waits for me at home
Tonight as every night
We shall slumber together
And greet the morning together
With smiles upon our faces
~Moses~
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My apparition should come as no suprise
In sweet revenge of pumpkins
Which have come and gone
Such vines from roots
Firmly planted in soil
Slowly make their way to the surface
To witness fallen leaves from heaven
Compile into one great lunge
Forward they go into the autumn wind
Cleaving to me strenuously
Aghast their existence is dependent
Upon my survival
Not knowing bitter winds of winter
Spell out my demise
Looking over this field
In rememberance of seasons past
The laughter of children
Who are now the reapers
Of sown seeds that cause my brethren
To rise up from the ground
Baring their ripened melons upon the vine
Those who attribute growth to nature
Entrusted with proper treatment
The declaration has been made
Take great care in your labor
We are watching
~Moses~
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I waited for you until the sun set
In the street-out in the rain
But you never came
I spent the night upon the porch
Waiting for you
It rained all night
Those people from next door came by
Bringing food and a blanket for me
Not very hungry
But the blanket is nice
As I wait for you
Watching the rain
Wondering where you can be
Anticipating your headlights
And the familiar sound
Of your return
Each day I wake you are on my mind
Each night before sleep
My last thought is of you
I think of all this
As I wait for you
Amidst the rain
~Moses~
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Privy to shyness
She stands aloof
Thickly in the shadows
Beyond the corridors of time
The essence of her odor
Evasive to those who seek
It enters at its own will
And departs in the same manner
Leaving an impression
Of her presence upon the room
Her ghostly image only appears
Long ago she departed from this plane
Onto a higher one
More intense in existence
Yet she chooses to grace
With her occasional visitations
In a teasing mannerism
Just beyond reach
Perhaps one day she will speak
For now her lips are sealed
Forever in time
~Moses~
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The bowl tipped over
But he didn't mind
Or bother to wait at all
To his good fortune
He got quite a hand out
As the bowl from the table did fall
Now he probably wants some sauce
Maybe a meatball or two
He's a spoiled rascal indeed
And a beggar through and through
~Moses~
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Trailing behind me is no suprise
Fog on the road does not obscure
The sound of your tailpipes rings
Your voice is within me
Still you follow behind
My father curses you
He knows deep in his heart
Your intentions are noble
Nobody can see my inner tears
My turmoil inside
You will realize
My absence is only temporary
Tearing the world asunder
Could not prevent what is to be
Soon the fog clears
Then it is a clear road
You will be in my dreams
Rest easy until I return
When birds sing early morns
You will know I am close
Distance is without meaning
We reside within each other
From rising moon to setting sun
~Moses~
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Red roses are placed upon her bed
Perhaps some day she'll return
When petals wilt with sagging stems
It's one thing that I've learned
Hesitations concerning the heart
Never seem to work
Casting doubt in sacred places
Where negativity will always lurk
Chances only come so often
Like chapters in a book
In the end we must descend
Like waters traveling down a brook
Lost chances
Inherit broken dreams
~Moses~
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Nothing to show from the day before
Or the night before as well
A few laughs with fair weather friends
The occasional clientele
Sunlight shines upon the dresser
Upon worthless bills
Empty bottles sitting nearby staring
At my empty heart that fills
With silent tears that no one sees
Laughing to keep from crying
No shoulder to lean on
Or to declare my love undying
What silent days I ponder
Into what has grown
Monotony upon my doorstep
From seeds that have been sown
Spangled glitter of brevity
Once my heart was true
As a newborn drake who glides
Across the lake anew
~Moses~
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Out and the end of the wooden pier
Thinking late at night
When the lull of waves are upon me
The foaming caps of white
Under the moon which glows
Upon the watery mist
Gentle fog that rolls in slowly
With no effort to resist
As far out as the eye can see
Piercing the dark sea
An imagined horizon that lies beyond
Lives the untouchable esprit
Quiet thunderstorms in the distance
Rolling thunders thrive
Drum beat like stirs like heavenly wings
Even unto lightnings which cannot deprive
The serenity of the moment in time
Which belongs to those who seek
To listen with an open ear
Of things which subtly speak
~Moses~
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All the while riding the train
Through the window in the rain
Thoughts of coming home to stay
Big city life just got too big
Never a moment of peace or silence
Sirens blaring
People staring
Not much to it except for the stench
An occasional rodent
It's the safest form of entertainment
Blank stares surround everyone
Never knowing what's intended
The train trudged onwards towards home
My mind continued to roam
Of childhood days down by the lake
When you scared me with that snake
Riding our bikes down the trail
Our friendship was never doomed to fail
Well I am home now and you are here
At the depot where the train rests
Far away from the booming city
It is a city without pity
I am in your arms with no regrets
~Moses~
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The Michelin Man is in the sky
I think he is trying to catch that fish
Lucky I was eating lunch and saw him
Before that cloud went swish
It looks like he put on some weight
He seems to be growing a tail
Perhaps he needs to eat that fish
Before he can prevail
Today is cool so he won't sweat
Blowing across the sky
Isn't he tired-he looks a bit pale
His stomach must be fluttering
Like a butterfly
~Moses~
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Each day goes by without a word
Today I brought her flowers
Each night my thoughts are of her
Unlike mysterious powers
We've seen each other over time
But never spoke a word
Time was just not on our side
We had not yet matured
Perhaps tomorrow I will speak
If not then-maybe next week
~Moses~
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Each day when the girl from next door comes looking
I hide in the fountain by the square
It all started out quite innocently
When she offered to cut my hair
Soon it became a weekly ritual
Afterwards we took walks in the park
Next thing I know we are going to places
Listening to the songs of a lark
Spending time at the city zoo
Even a flower show
Where this all was going I wondered
And where it would eventually go
For many months it carried on
But now she wants me to marry
It is a burden for me to think of
Fearful that I must carry
I like her alot but what if I fail
Or what if we stop taking our walks
Life might get too serious
It might show up in our talks
Some people automatically get old
Ending up like my mom and dad
They don't seem to ever have fun
I suspect they are mostly sad
Then there is the subject of children
I don't know much about being a dad
It's sort of scary thinking of it
Then what if my wife go mad
She might stop talking to me
Or force me to eat dinner alone
I think hiding in the fountain for now
Is better than facing the unknown
~Moses~
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Some people think I'm too old to have fun
That I shouldn't be laughing out loud
They think I should keep to myself
Like it's some sort of a sin to be proud
I feel no different than when I was young
My feelings towards life are the same
Admittedly there are a few handicaps
But none that have brought me defame
It takes me a bit to get going in the morn
My requirements for sleep are now much less
I'm not outmoded by any means except morally
Of this I must acquiesce
Each day of awakening is a day of thanks
Another chance to live my life
Until it ends I intend to dance
To the tune of the drum and the fife
~Moses~
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These are my brothers
For all that they're worth
Full of laughs in their world of mirth
Always the clowns at everything
In my observation they make the world
A bit brighter
Creating smiles upon peoples faces
The ones who seem to be going through paces
Who struggle to get by each day
The ones who don't have much to say
I have seen these two brothers of mine
Put smiles upon those faces
And joy into their hearts
~Moses~
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Sorry fella this is my place
I have no illusions about moving
Winter is just around the corner
So unless you have plans of improving
My situation which is close at hand
Soon little ones will be here to tend
For now I need plenty of rest
My intentions were not to offend
This spring the premises will be vacated
From then on this place is all yours
Best you close the lid on my nest
And remain at your place indoors
~Moses~
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Meaningless clothespins that hang in a row
The drooping cord in a silent room
Hands that once touched them
Long gone over the horizon where once flowers bloomed
I used to make her necklaces from flowers
They always made her smile
She never told me those dandelions were only weeds
In that room where those clothespins still hang
I sat upon the chair and watched her
In that flower print dress
Dust particles filtered in sunlight
Her song could be heard
Then momentarily she would pinch her cheeks
In anticipation of her man
An airplane mechanic once
He had learned how to soar into the skies
Taking her with him
Into the heights beyond
Upon my own reflection
Those clothespins are not as meaningless
That is why they continue to hang in a row
As I look upon the wall
~Moses~
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