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In the multiplicity of the city
Groaning buildings that fit together
like teeth in a row
Crowded amongst the masses
They hear the pounding of the feet
Even though they have no ears
They see the people in the street
Even though they have no eyes
Their mouths are wired shut
Even though they cannot speak in words
Bird dung is their cosmetic makeup
Some prefer eye liner while others don't
All they have to do is stand there and look
Beautiful all day
They do not need to think even though
They have a brain
Musak is piped in with subliminals in it
Or at least that is the rumor
Not the subliminals-but the music
Motionless people at work
Get to be in the elevator all day
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Is this the apple that is within my eye
A cobra that attempts to consume itself
Deep within the meaning of a symbol
Therein lies the meaning of life and death
According to the Origins of Life
Alas he stands erect
In preparation his head swells up
His venom spits out like a planting of seeds
We are the seeds that spill onto the earth
Soil is the place where we begin growth
Weeds are the influences of negativity
That choke the life from the seeds
Once they have taken root
Rocky places must be cleared
For the growth of the seeds
Sown into places that are surrounded
Water engulfs the planet
Working in unison with the Sun to give
So that all may live within
A garden that is wrought with sin
For all that must derive
In order for all to survive
It shall be done
By everyone
According to the Origins of Life
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
I am the child who rests in the womb
Pure white effacacious blood
Of immortality
In the life giving ovaries
With precious hands that envelop
My head and pull me into the light
From whence I emerged a lifetime ago
In my own innocence which is within
Life giving miracle that all shall know
Giving energy of a seed which shall grow
Until such time as another child
Shall be within
The womb
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Upon the waves ride unicorns
Under the cover of darkness
Safe from prying eyes
That would dispell their exsistence
At the expense of a child's tears
In spite of the mermaid princess
Who brings joy to the hearts of children
Who look to the skies in their innocence
To find something they can believe in
That will carry them off to the meadows
In the dream like state of their minds
Only to find such joy in the stars
Under the moon in the heavens
Amidst the clouds that give cover
For the unicorns who ride the waves
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Big wheels turn in a desert that was once
An open sea in the air
No more are the gulls whose
shrieking calls pierce the sky
Steam that rises out of the machines
Is the anger and rath that was created
While men of industry looked the other way
As they poisoned the day
And concealed their ways under the cover
Of darkness
The name of the ship is Golgotha
It represents all of the pain
The lighthouse tags along closely
It's efforts are an act that is vain
The bodies of fish that floated
By the thousands when there was a shore
Now it is sand that reveals land mines
And down to the very core
Of all that was righteous in that open sea
Fish stuck down in the muck and mire
Seagulls no longer knowing their gain
In the world where steam rises out of machines
In nature's decision to refrain
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Hi there buddy-I've been waiting
For you to come home from work
Been resting on the couch on my little blanket
I see your little smirk
I'm sure glad your home-I missed you alot
Don't quite know what to say
Played with the cat and we took a nap
I thought about you most of the day
Didn't feel like eating today very much
But I'm feel like eating a bit now
First let's play a little with my favorite toy
If you feel like it anyhow
I'll sit on the floor while your having dinner
Then we will sit on the couch together
Watch some television-as you tickle me
Until it's time for the weather
After that comes my favorite time
When I get to jump on the bed
Everything is quiet now
As I rest on a pillow near your head
Soon will come one of those days
When you dont have to work however
I get to see you for an entire day
As I wish this could go on forever
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
One more trip across the plains
Just ate my last plate of beans
Got three dollars stashed in my sock
I'm wearing my only pair of jeans
Three oreo cookies stashed in my hat
To keep away the hunger pangs
I got some tobacco in my back pocket
Soon the boxcar will ascend the hills
Where there still roams wild mustangs
I notice the tumbleweed rolling
In the oncoming dust storm
Paralyzed statues of cactus staring
In their odd shaped form
As silhouettes in the background
While the next horizon appears
Imagining the conestoga wagon trails
Of the traveling pioneers
The herds of buffalo that roamed the grasslands
Alongside the grazing antelope
Indian maidens who pitched the camps
Who prepared meals of the wild cantelope
Stretched hides that bake in the sun
In a peaceful mid day afternoon
I ramble on with my day dreams
As I observe an old Hopi ruin
It's the Santa Fe trail in the rock hewn tops
No longer are the flat land plains
Wild deer that look on with no fear
At the passing by of the trains
Many a gold miner lived in this place
Their dreams of hope and desires
Working by the sweat of their brows
In the midst of the aspens and the briars
Here from my perch on the old boxcar
I imagine how things used to be
When I was a boy I dreamed of this life
I made it my silent decree
To ride the rails and see the sights
To sleep under the stars in the cool air
Feeling the warmth of a campfire
In evening skies so fair
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
I am Leviathan of the many leagues
Deep in the oceans of seas
Mighty waves and silent graves
Of those things many a sailor leaves
Cry not for me oh gulls who are like
Remora who have clung to my side
Denizens of the deep who await
My heart pounds out its last
There is a strange music in my ear
The mighty harpoon of tinkling brass
It has found its target upon me
In a great heap upon my silent soul
In giving up into the groping
Waves that will take my final roll
I have felt the sun
Upon my wrinkled brow
A ships mast breaches
Its steady bough
Full sails work against me with the wind
Twisting hemp in binding squeals
This is my day as I came in
So shall I go out
With good men who are in this sea
With me this day in their final shout
I give my farewells to the plankton
Cutting winds and water upon my skin
Life pours from the gap in my wound
The brine and foam make form for my deliverance
I turn my final breath towards the depths of below
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
This is the end of the road at last
My ashes scattered into the sea
It is a place of forgetfulness
For I was the holder of the key
The seeds I planted were chosen words
eyes upon eyes did read
Seeds of love and of evil and joy
Sadness and of happiness and of greed
It had taken root and begun to grow
Others may take up the torch in my stead
A frail string that holds up the world
A slender invisible thread
The fine line of reason
A plumb that makes balance
My ashes rest upon a bed
Curtained in the very valance
As though I were cloth with a woven string
Sewn together with great care
I declare-do not despair
What lies ahead is beyond the fog
On another plateau in the plane
To utter words where there are no ears
To write them down where there are no eyes
Is an excersize in total vain
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Blue shudders against the sky
Stucco walls with ivy growth
Dismembered clouds attempt to cluster
Making my silent oath
Finding the words in an elusive place
A place within my own mind
Hiding in shadows inside my brain
Making it difficult to find
There it is around a corner
Like a fleeting thing in summer's breeze
Hoping to breach what is beyond reach
In a constant tease
Layers below the blue shudder's paint
Original wood is presumed
Peeling back the imagined layers
Naked timbers are now exhumed
Exposure to the current world
Where no concience lies too deep
Secrets are kept as the world slept
For I have many oaths to keep
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
