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Jeering voices which go unheard
Japed for our actions without favor
Our lungs aching with disbelief
The collective refusing to waiver
Incredulous in our convictions
Unable to change for anyone's sake
Words planted in our ears and minds
Did not cause us to quake
Many are the proud
Few are the humble
We beat our fists upon the walls
Closed doors and utter silence
No man is an island
Unto which he falls
No mercy shall be given
For this was something we never gave
Putrid odor emits from our place now
In the ensuing quave
Now we are looked upon with disdain
When the movement begins
No sun shall bring warmth to our bones
Wandering in the way as Beduins
We are found wanton
In the groaning of our inner pain
Realizing all has been said
Our voices and pleas now in vain
~Moses~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
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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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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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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The very first time I heard a voice
Was like a sweetness of honey to me
All of those years in utter silence
Dissapeared in that moment of my idiosyncrasy
Life had been full but not as robust
The miracle that rests in my ear
Things will never be the same again
Or seem as the way they appear
I can finally hear my mothers voice
And know how laughter sounds
The barking of my dog who sleeps at my feet
Ideas jump now
In leaps and bounds
The banshee of my dreams has fled
Never to return
My life is mine to live and love
To give back to all due return
~Moses~
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Days go by in reasonable time
I write the songs and the words
An unkempt city far off in the distance
My notes are inspired by bluebirds
Who sing each morning after the rain
Paying no mind to my former self
Forgetting about all the pain
Of the place I was raised
All the daily hell
Off in the distance rang a church bell
God did not answer or come to my aid
Beatings endured in the shadows
In dreams such things would still invade
Sitting on the stoop just outside
Words came to me that soothed my soul
I had no mother to help console
Each day was dread to wake from sleep
Bitter in my own grief
My heart grew cold
Staring off into space
Until I could contain no more
My only friend-the strings of my guitar
Which I adore
Barbed wire and concrete walls
Keep me safe
Each day goes by just the same
Pain and fear no longer thrive
This to final judgement day I proclaim
Emancipation is finally mine
As I write the songs and the words
~Moses~
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Those who pass by do not notice
The grandeur of my presence
Few may have wondered what life
Might be like as a tree
Unguarded words are spoken
Sitting beneath my branches
Smoke billows out of stacks
Choking all life in its path
Mothers taking great pride
Their children play in the park
Unaware in their innocence
There is more than water in puddles
Dogs lapping not knowing
Footprints mark human activity
Intellect is ever present
Evading emotion flees in terror
Feint heartbeats palpatate
Quiety the world goes by
Hoping to quell the noise
Time and distance are irreplaceable
Lives are quickly lived
Gone like steam from a pot
It is all too fitting to try
Stuffing all of life into
Small spaces in time
Like seedlings that grow
All life emanates from its source
Forgiveness is easier than one might think
The amenities of nature overpower
As light is to darkness
As life is to death
All in the process of what is to be
Acute awareness of the human condition
My branchess sway in the wind
Covering what is below from the full rays
Emerging as a person to feel for myself
For I have done more than just wondered
What life might be like as a tree
~Moses~
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In silence appealing to one another
Emotions eternal in time
Humbled unto each other
Joined minds on a silent journey
Others who dare to inquire
Find themselves in query
Attempting to capture the solace
Of they cannot invade
Unto the stone images created
At the stroke of the master sculptor
Who has attempted to reveal
That which cannot be given
It can only be seen by those
Grasping the true meaning
Within the silence
Likened unto bleating lambs
Who in their innocence
Trust the inner senses
To lead them into safety
Though ravenous wolves prowl
Unable to invade
Silence and confidence
Carry a heavy weight against them
Yet though they may attempt
Mere words cannot exist
The silent mind defeats chaos
Where no enemy thrives
Resistance is null
Joined minds on their journey
Out in the open for all to see
Though they may not enter
Except within their own minds
~Moses~
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Hiding in shadows watching my mother
Walking to her house on the row
She is the loveliest of ladies
Her pace is steady and slow
Several years have passed by
Still in the shadows I hide
Watching over my mother
Who thinks I have long ago died
Too many heartaches were caused
For I was a foolish young man
Filled with drink and the wrong crowds
In the filth of the streets I ran
My sister had told me she saw my mother
Sitting in the kitchen in tears
Therefore in thought it confirmed things
Showing me all of my fears
Setting out to sea on a trawler
Thinking of my mother who cried
Over a fool like myself
Better off she would think I had died
Still I come to see her
Although she will never know
I am in the thick of the shadows watching
Her walk to her house on the row
~Moses~
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Walking in the park even in the rain
Outside noises fade into the breeze
We escape from the eyes of the city
Sheltered by the boughs of the trees
On occasion a bird will flutter
Yet it will not sing out its song
Upon the blackened branch it sits
In wrought for its plight so long
There are no shelters nearby
So much for urgency when walking in rain
Brisk winds that whip about the face
Yet there is no enduring pain
Our tapping heels upon the pavement
Neat rows of benches on either side
Cultures of people who are normally present
Across the concrete divide
A darkened sun holds back its rays
Clouds shade the skies innermost desire
A whispering wind can be heard
In this place that is filled with mire
~Moses~
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A final look before sleep comes
Once the shade is pulled
Clouds murmuring quietly
In groaning winds before the rain
Droplets upon the window
Teasing the eyesight in haze
Distant shapes over the horizon
Of things that never cease to amaze
Many times have come and gone
Upon my windowsill
Parting clouds in a tempest
Returning upon newborn winds
Each storm brings new thoughts
Before my slumber which surely comes
~Moses~
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Shuffling feet on the sawdust floor
Clacking noises on tables surrounding
Drifting smoke that fills the room
Voices around which cannot be seen
This when my senses are keen
There is the smooth action upon the table
In a place where all else is unstable
Crystal clear within my head
The hand is steady and sure
Sweat upon my brow so cool
Never forgetting my roots
Using it as a gleaming tool
To remember when there was no light
At the end of an endless tunnel
Then came that feint gleam of light
Down that deep struck funnel
Giving life back one drop at a time
Upon that table of smooth green felt
The stick within my grasp a heavy weight
Not realizing at the time my fate
Over years to serve me well
To eat bread daily avoiding hell
Wafting smoke permeating my very clothes
Odor of where I come from
What I am about in essense of time
Shuffling feet on sawdust floors
Out of the hole I shall climb
~Moses~
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Days have gone by in their own time
Many people have crossed my way
Some were lost souls searching
There were those who had something to say
Some were silent in their own world
The day seemed to pass them by
Steeped in the mystery of their own gloom
I never questioned why
Each cloud has had its own expression
Every bird its own song
My labour in the fields and upon the sea
Upon this earth has been long
Wind has beaten upon my face
Warm rays from the sun have soothed me
In my slumber such dreams have taken place
Reminding me of an infinite grace
Long nights spent gazing at stars
Of their beauty I never tire
Listening to the crackling flames
Next to the old campfire
~Moses~
© 2008 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
