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My silent dove leads the way
I must walk this path alone
It has flown from my heart
Confined in the recesses of each beat
In its own flow of harmony
Until it could no longer be deprived
~
Thornbushes have torn at my flesh
Wounds heal but the scars remain
A forced smile is upon my face
Beneath is the hidden pain
At the end of this road
Cleansing awaits
Emancipation from dreams
And chosen fates
The dove flies true
The dove flies high
It has hearkened unto my
inner most cry
Fear is no longer standing in the way
The clearing fog reveals
Hidden emotions like miracle potions
As my layer of callous peels
There it is in the clearing awaiting
I have but one more road to go
Over a hill and far away
Is the rhythm of my soul in the flow
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Pudgy Perkins was my special friend
He came from a broken home
The ugliest cat I ever did see
In dire need of a comb
His broken face and busted nose
His heart of purest gold
I came to love Pudgy Perkins
The cat that came in from the cold
~
He used to stay in the next town over
Until I stole him from his home
His owner used to beat him senseless
Where Pudgy used to roam
Until he arrived at my place he never knew the joy
Or how it felt to love or be loved
Or to be given a place or a toy
He sat upon the kitchen table
As though at heaven's gate
Never dreaming of an exsistence
With food upon a plate
To sit near a flame that gave out heat
Or to have a place on the bed
Where he could rest and find love
And rest his crooked head
In spite of his many wounds
And the treatment he recieved in the past
He knew he had finally found a place
Where love would always last
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Therein I slumber as the dream worm watches
It winds its way through the meadows and groves
Through boughs of trees in varying degrees
In flowers and vines and cloves
I remember the worm as a child
When it would come to me in lucid sleep
Under a sky of stars and the moon
Slowly it would creep
Never has it had a face of fear
Or a look of the beasts in the wild
It has always come to me
In the form of a smiling child
It wished no harm but merely
To enhance my state of dreams
Floating about like a soft cloud
Amidst the sparkling beams
The dream worm exsisted in the birth of time
Before I came to know
The dream worm shall exsist 'til the end of time
In winds that slightly blow
Ages beyond what I can imagine
It will constantly be revealed
Visions of dreams upon those beams
In the slumbering world
Where its exsistence is concealed
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Crucifixion was a common use
Laid upon the masses
A device used in public display
To satisfy the power monger
Who harrasses
~
Little was known that one such act
Would inculcate spoken words
The angels wrench in pain for it
Their wings bloody on loins that gird
It is to their horror of a suffering pain
Blood flows freely down this tree
Grief is no longer hiding in the shadows
It is out in the open for all to see
Nails of iron that pierce the flesh
Cannot keep this good man down
The executioner wields the hammer of torture
Within is his placated frown
It will take more than iron nails posted upon a tree
Piercing some flesh-drawing some blood
Putting all men on one knee
The words and their meaning will live on
Singing into the many hearts and their ears
Under this sky-a man will die
For the sake of a world's fears
Energy and spirit cannot be touched
The soul cannot be taken by force
It is the harmony that wins against variance
In due time all things take their course
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
I always had to fend for myself
Since I was a brat in braids
Increasingly in forms of shadows
Some of my demonic escapades
Nobody ever knew me well
I didn't let them in too much
Trust was never one of my virtues
My heart was evasive to touch
I'd climb up trees and there I would wait
For something I still do not know
Winds of fury surround me
These thoughts that remain in tow
My walls are dingy and on the inside
Hides a little girl who is behind a wall
Nobody is there to give a care
Or to see me when I may fall
Solitary silence follows me
I handle all my own fears
Behind my wall suckling on my own heart
Hiding my bitter tears
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Look into thine eyes
What dost thou see
~
I have cried a thousand tears
Upon my pillow in the night
I have seen a thousand tears
Within my own insight
I have heard a thousand voices
Calling out to me
I have seen a thousand stars
Reflecting onto thee
I have touched a thousand hearts
But not one has reached for me
I have imagined a thousand lullabyes
Inside a song that cries
As I wear my outward disguise
Upon a thousand oceans
A thousand waves that carry me
Sing me to sleep as I close my eyes
In spite of dreams that flee
I would gladly suffer
A thousand deaths upon my bed
Sing to me softly so that I may sleep
And upon you rest my head
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
I see the beauty deep within me
It is a secret I must keep
No act put upon me can deter it
What has been sown it shall reap
In this silence within my room
There can be no thoughts of doom
The little girl who resides
In all that abides
I am safe within the womb
Of everlasting peace
That no strong hand can destroy
In the splatter-it doesn't matter
For I have the knowledge of true joy
That is where it lays with me
Deep inside where it can't penetrate
On the outside I am just a shell
The battering hand wants to deprive me
And put me in the same kind of hell
True peace and joy will always overcome
Turmoil and the evils of pain
These wounds will heal but the scars are there
I will be cleansed in the sterile rain
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
If I could reach through the portals of time
Taking control of stars in motion
Galaxies and moons that inhabit the skies
In this universal commotion
To change the ways that planets spin
Planet rotations on their own axis
Suns that burn in brilliance
A moon that wanes and waxes
To reach through time and grasp
Energy that is there for the taking
Then to spread it out again
Is nature in the making
Cosmic dust that travels far
In essence it is what all matter is made of
Like fine woven silk that comes from worms
It is a labour of love
The cosmos were created and mingled together
With much the same love in mind
Each delicate particle intracately laced
In a lattice work of its own kind
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
She is ever present wherever I go
The actions are spoken in so many ways
As I travel down the many roads
Endless roads unto endless days
Sometimes I see the fury in clouds
Or the rushing waters of a nearby stream
Swaying trees bending with the wind
In the eye of a critter I see the gleam
Everywhere is the spark of life
In the ever presence of things that exsist
To observe my surroundings is a privelage
Something I cannot resist
The pulling on my soul are like reins
They pull like strings attached to my heart
Take this in and that in is what they are saying
But in action rather than words to impart
The actions in motion are words to me
They translate deep in my mind
Where sea and land and sky come together
To a point where I am able to find
Great secrets in life that are buried deep
I am a treasure hunter who sits atop the steeple
I take the visions and make them into words
And disperse their seeds to the people
Words shall grow alongside the visions
Their translations will reach out and touch
Multitudes will take up the banner
To sow more seeds as such
Unto the masses and into their ears
Dispelling myths and replacing all fears
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
