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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~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
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~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
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~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
He's the rabbit in the sky
Looking for a carrot
Scurrying by on a wisp of wind
Last week I thought I saw him hiding
Behind a cloud that looked like a tree
Before I knew it the cloud changed
It became a flying dragon
My elusive hare became his tail
Off in the distance was a carrot cloud
The rabbit had been on its trail
But the walrus cloud got it instead
And fled towards the open sky
~Moses~
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The great journey begins
Once again as always before
Along an expanse of the curvature
Earth rotates on axis
Struggle at the apex
Migration thrives in dust
Kicking and beating of hooves
Such as feet
Which pound against the surface
Sacrifice along the way
To the many who shall fall
Survival depends on it
Great masses hesitate momentarily
Taking heed to gyrations of earthen woes
Like a great heaving of energy
Thrust motion forward
Centrifugal force pushes the herd
lmpatiently their cry pierces the air
Reaching down into the very depths of its soul
Toward the edge of expanse
Where dilemma awaits
Only the brazen shall move forward
Unaffected by what is concealed
It is on pure instinct
Rather than by intellect
Until the trampling has made way
Unto dust filled paths that have cleared
Breaking clouds shall reveal
Clear skies and a quell
For now the herd is satisfied
A beast is temporarily tamed
Until once again the journey begins
A migration where many shall fall
Survival depends on it
Nature makes its demand
~Moses~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
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~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
I only notice your face in the sun
This song was written for you
We have cried our tears for eachother
Paying our just dues
Fingers that press upon the strings
Memories of life,how it often stings
Hearts may beat to a skipping tune
I ride the city bus
Knowing we shall return
Unto one another
Music drowns out all the sirens
Its not that I don't care
Multitudes of sirens sound in the city
But I only have one life to live
Unfortunately only so much to give
Until all that is left
Are the words of my song
~Moses~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Willing to bargain for the world's future
Deception is their mask
Cringing on encroaching borders
Estranged from normal society
Odd as it now seems
We are subserviant to the nightmare
Of our dreams,
Yet so are they
Debilitation thrives within their own ranks
In argument we realize
Society scorns them
Before they scorn society
Still the pollution continues
In spite of our demand
Bliss of existence is only a state of mind
Each day we take the plunge
Into a false sense of security
Ignoring the impending vortex
As we read the false articles
While listening to the daily news
~Moses~
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In observation of your repose
At this late hour of morn
Long after the sun has risen
Your dejection of my presence
Appears to be forlorn
My refusal to leave your side
I do not understand
You do not stir as winds blow
In spite of my remand
Let us soar together
As we have always done
Touching clouds that wait for us
Under the glistening sun
~Moses~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Timothy Leary slumbers
Nearby strings await in silence
There is no abandoned Peavy
Laying in dust ridden ruins
Within this container of nostalgia
Forgotten dreams of a Martin
Settling for something less
Easily obtained
Nobody notices the difference
Except me
Rose colored granny glasses
Hidden away in the drawer
Albums in racks
Thelonious Monk,Sonny Boy Williamson,
Muddy Waters,John Booker......
Just to mention a few
Imaginations of Greenwich Village
Settling for Old Town in Chicago
Freight train whistles in the distance
Noise in the city of disbelief
Cold faces filled with wrought
On the street
New Orleans is whispering to me
Down in the Quarter
Sitting on the sidewalk
Smoking a stale Picayune
While crows jaw nearby
The fog filled air with its odors
The vortex cannot penetrate
I am filled with delirium
Sweet music and the voices of daughters
Let the silver cord be loosed
Over the horizons
I have made good my escape!
~Moses~
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