"Milford"

He has always been handled
With gentle care
Milford the duck
Who I won on a dare
Last summer down on the beach
I ran a race for the fuzzy fellow
Now he lives at the house with me
Where things are pretty mellow
Mr.Perkins my old tomcat
Naps with Milford each day
On weekends he goes to the beach
With always something to say
Pelicans fly and Milford watches
Although he has never flown
I don't think he knows he's a duck
As he mutters in monotone
He's a pretty cool guy if I say so myself
Showing off to get a few laughs
Quite a celebrity in his own right
But he can't give out autographs

~Moses~
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"Involuntary Servitude"

Origins of life
Flocks gather
Migration makes its demands
Departure to other places
Where once were welcoming hands
Places of solitude
Close to extinction
Unable to be saved by grace
Unrelenting pace
Thriving within the insult
Of waste
Poured upon the land

~Moses~
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"Black Crown of Death"

He knows his world has changed
Covered in the pitch of tar
Black death until his final breath
Upon this scourge
That defiles the land
Caused by the hand of man
Until his final breath
He floats upon the sea
Folded wings with open eyes
Behind him a world dies
Celestial bodies shine down
He only questions why
In remembrance of
The blackened royal crown


~Moses~
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"Invasion"

Giant Anaconda coils
Sucking black blood
From peaceful lagoons
Rest upon the banks
Constricted in the deluge
Brought on by the ooze
That engulfs
Drawn by hands
Stretching out
Over wetlands
Upon beaches
Into the far reaches
Poison flows
Into what it blankly bestows
Crushing what remains
In the wake of blackened days
Far from the cities without pity
Instead of feet pounding
Upon concrete pavements
Intaglio engravements
In the once golden sand
Where quiet bliss engaged
Life fluttered in the moment
Alas the invasion begins

~Moses~
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"Inertia"

Velocity abides in sanguine motion
A disposition of characteristics flows
Throbbing pulsations within the vein
Concealed in the outer barriers
Of the androgynous city
Stamen and pistil thrive ambiguously
Alongside of each other
Untagged emotion within heartless objects
Stifled in the temporal moment
From the blazing yellow eye
Like melody that flows from the violin

~Moses~
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"Birth"

Blower of the horn
Such was the day
Mass exodus of all life
Sowing of seeds
Ripe for planting
In search of its own midwife
Before all signs
Or the meaning of symbols
Sweet music freely flows
Teeming with life
Electrified energy
Truly the show of all shows
Primordial ooze upon the place
Surrounding ether above
Such is the Horn of fruitful compassion
In likeness to the pure white dove

~Moses~
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"Menace in the Clouds"

There was a school of angel fish
Only three remain
It looks as though they will not make it
Before the coming rain
That big crocodile waits patiently
For them to come his way
It looks as though he's going to have
Those angel fish today
But wait here comes a gust of wind
As I sit upon this log
The crocodile is changing
Into a harmless frog
It looks as though the fish are smiling
Maybe all along they knew
The crocodile would not get them
The magic wind had told those fish
And calmed them with a clue

~Moses~
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"Silent Friend"

Bare limbed trees
October days
Auburn leaves released
The crow sentinel ponders
On quiet coldish morns
Sloughed flowers
Blankness in its stare
Such are the ways
Visitations from the corvid
Deep beauty
In the silence
Upon the window pane
From that which must refrain
Bent boughs pose
Posterior limbs reach out
Grasping in their hold
Gentle winds in cold rain
The sentinel observes
In that which remains

~Moses~
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"Rain"

Beneath the folding hands of Heaven
Underlying provocation within the sky
Anticipation of the revelation
Within my own disguise
In realization of wanton
To dancing in the rain
Celebration of joy and sorrow
The bliss of knowing pain
Crows invade my inner mind
Along the Oregon coast
Where trees speak only to me
My sight of a shadowing ghost
Solitude a cherished thing
From childhood dreams
Not yet realized
In such things concealed
From whence it had materialized

~Moses~
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(Inspired by IsaacLonetree)

"Friends"

He merrily washes her every spring
Never missing a stroke
They've been friends since childhood
Since their eyes had met
On warm days they slumber
Under the rays of the sun
At night she sleeps by his cage
A friendship that's never done

~Moses~
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