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Forgivance is a hidden treasure
That abides within
My gaze into the valley
Seeks out unfinished pyramids
Muted in time
Solitude upon my platform
Within the mercy of isolation
Is a tolerable thing
Over such horizons
Where I have gone
Seeking out what may seem
Distant to all others
What is within my grasp
A spark within
The flickering flame
Cloaked upon me
In it's ancient form
It rests until called upon
In my own due time
~Moses~
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Fluttering in the leaves
Under the bow
Feint whispers from the past
Clouds lurk in the quiet
It blots out the noise
As the sun deserts
In the wind
Revealed tears
Concealed fears
Time has quickly gone by
Raising my fist towards the sky
Though it may deny
It rises like steam
Dissipating into the ether
~Moses~
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Nobody sees past my surface
Behind a veil
Upon my wall
Past the inner most spark
Within the dark forest
That lives within my mind
It is beyond my gaze
Lost in the darkness
In the vortex of delirium
Unstoppable juggernaut
As a curse unto myself
What I reveal is a mere pittance
Compared to the plateaus
Which I conceal within my heart
~Moses~
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"Edgar"
He dreams of flying
High in the sky
Soaring in clouds
Asking himself why
Does the horizon seem
To never end
The sun seems aloof
As boughs of trees
Which seem to bend
His heart is upon the wind
On warm days amongst
Other fellows
Whose feathers seem
To kiss the wind
~Moses~
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(Dedicated & Inspired by Edgar the Hybrid Raven)
You may visit him at:http://www.facebook.com/edgarhybridraven

Within the world
Long forgotten words
In the expanse of all that has happened
It's significance of greatness
Overwhelmed me until
I could contain myself no longer
It then reduced me to tears
Then in all my fears that I might forget
The words appeared
Then faded quickly
Beyond redemption of my grasp
What was left were all the memories
Their intricate inter twining
Until I realized
I could not live without
For this was the true meaning of love
For me
~Moses~
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We walk in the shadows
Of our former selves
The earthly bonds
Of days gone by
In remembrance
Of all we have seen
Those innocent days
Which now magnify
Time is the only part of the essence
That cannot be recaptured
Part of our dreams
Or so it seems
Only in memory is enraptured
In the shadows
Of what we once were
To the sound of the tinkling brass
~Moses~
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Victory comes from within oneself
Deep beyond the shadowed eye
Amidst the tugging of hallowed emotions
Looking for position as they vie
With no disturbance in tranquility
Influences work towards the center
At the end of each day it is the way
Mutterings of yet a dissenter
Yet victory within itself
Will rise to meet the occasion
Removing doubt from the voices
Who flee from their own persuasion
~Moses~
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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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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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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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