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Once more faced
With the winding in the tracks
The familiar facial tic erupts
Sending spasmodic waves
To my inner senses
There it is housed
In gravure like synthesis
Emotions abruptly appear
Causing a delving into their abode
Like the opening of a mausoleum
Dust filled and forgotten
Newly dug graves only remembered
Until the generation passes
Plucked flowers are meaningless
They are better left to grow
Passing on to others to maintain
The purpose of why all things exist
All efforts lead back to incongruity
At the end of the journey
Realization finally becomes all encompassing
Variance against the origins of creation is inevitable
It follows me down the winding tracks
~Moses~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
He waits for me at the end of the hall
Each day we meet on my way to work
Past the hall where he hangs from his limb
I don't mean to stare or lurk
Down in the basement immersed in clay tablets
Translating ancient cuneiform
Although Akkadians are my main focus
Thoughts are far from the norm
Wandering off at times to my friend
Encased in his cage of glass
Wondering what his life was like
Until I reach an impasse
Imagination persists through the day
My thoughts go home with me at night
His life must have been a lonely one
With nobody to acknowledge his plight
How he must have longed for the place
In the far off jungle land
Free to roam the trees
To see the open skies
Beyond all he could understand
Perhaps he found peace in knowing
One day he would finally be free
In a place where nothing could prevent him
From sitting aloft his own tree
~Moses~
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Down in the valley
There is a grove
Where centurions live
Their roots planted deeply
From long ago
Boughs entangled with mystery
If only they could speak
~
What would be the message
Sent to the multitudes
Many who are as deaf
As they are blind
Not meant for all to hear
Small fractions are only meant
To recieve the wisdom imparted
If this were so
Down in the valley
Amidst the grove of trees
~
They are the seers
Of the impending storm
Inculcating through invocation
Of the impression they leave
For all to see
Juggernauts standing
Side by Side
Battle scarred by the weather
The merciless winds
Bending their boughs and branches
Safety can be found in their care
For the trees are the silent friends
Of all who come to them
Their magnificence speaks
A thousand words
To those who listen quietly
Down in the valley
In the grove of trees
~Moses~
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Herman the rat woke up from his nap
Now he is up taking a sniff
I think he hears me in the kitchen
Chopping up a carrot for him
He knows that later on
He will get a slice of tomato
Wednesday has always been
Carrot and tomato day
After his curiosity
He will go back to his nap
Herman brightens the day for me
That is why Wednesday
Is carrot and tomato day
~Moses~
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I woke up this morning
There was my father
In his hand was a wooden spoon
A tear came to my eye
Thinking everyone had forgotten
Yet here was my father
Steadfast by my side
Restoring my faith in life
It has been long since we laughed
Together we went fishing
In the latter days
We walked the path
Of the crooked mile
There upon his face
Was his familiar smile
Now I am no longer afraid
With my father close to me
Together we will once again
Walk the path
Out to the open sea
~Moses~
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An angel mourns at our demise
Forevermore eternal
When new life begins beyond
It is something vernal
From the womb of life we go
Unto the womb of death
Beginning and ending
In the moment of a breath
Synchronism
Transience in great velocity
Is the occurence of intellect
Existing in creation
For the sake of Integration
Briefly suspended in adversity
It dissipates in cessation
Without explanation
Swiftly taking refuge beyond
In the same manner in which it arrived
For lack of physical presence
An angel mourns eternally
~Moses~
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I wait for you on the road
In my dreams
Wondering when you
Might finally stop
Each time you go by
It makes me wonder
Why you do not notice
If sending flowers
Could make you smile
I would send them
Yet somehow
Your heart would never know
It was me
~Moses~
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The roaring is within
As great waves surround me
Inside my cocoon
Yet the world remains
Beyond reach
Invisible forces resurrect me
Within the waves
My destiny awaits
In crowds of thousands
My presence remains aloof
In the pattern of life
Thoughts are kept distant
In the safety of the wrappings
Memories become my own
Concealment is rather a habit
Than an instinct
Given over time
Which has no relevance
Beyond the confines of reality
Time has no hold
It can span the great distances
That hold me to this life
It is rather the distractions
Keeping me from myself
Words on paper seem to flow
The answers evade me
My questions are not answered
Rather the words
Are as beacons of light
From aloft my place on high
Where I guide lost ships in the night
~Moses~
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Penetrating shafts of light invade
The interior of my silent walls
Where once song gave praise
Congregations of those who sat
In pews which are now heaps
Upon my floors of wood
No longer are voices heard
My death came due
At no suprise to the scattergood
Feint recollections still echo
All to no avail
Long gone are the masters who spoke
Even they could not prevail
The chambers soon fell silent
Giving way to particles of dust
Gathering in the light
Occasionally a bird becomes entangled
In its flight
The fluttering of the wings
Calling out in desperation
Of its momentary plight
Escape comes soon enough
Before silence once again
Fills the deserted halls
Of all that was done in vain
~Moses~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
On such nights in deepest slumber
In corridors of halls that haunt my dreams
Such nightmares manifest themselves
Like gargoyles that clatter up the walls
Chasing after all that gleams
In the shadows hiding are my fears
Keeping back those cold hard tears
In the distance the howling wolf
Who has the scent of blood
Upon his driven spirit
He seeks me out under the moon
Creeping through the silent streets
Laying quiet in the ruins
Might he hear the sound
Of my heart which beats
Deserted places within my mind
Hiding in darkness-hoping to find
That which was lost in days gone by
When I was proud and could not cry
The sound of his breath is upon me
Escape is always near
Past those dark and endless corridors
Far away from what I fear
~Moses~
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