"Annual Premonitions"

Don't know if my ear
Will listen to words that may be said
It's been well over a year
Suns have set,moons have risen
Many horizons have come and gone
Dusk has brought forth new visions
Of days bygone unto the dawn
All it takes is two steps forward
For me to make the call
The effort clearly for someone dearly
But can I scale the wall
If I could send a carrier pigeon
To send my message there
Surely it would would be set free
Or would be given care
It would be sent out to flight
Upon its wings of grace
To touch the clouds and feel the wind
To know the suns embrace

~Moses~
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"Omega"

Spiral staircase that leads to nowhere
There is no beginning or an end
Those who walk it are in sackcloth
Ashes upon their heads
Not knowing whom they may offend
Trudging up the steps is hell
There is no sounding of the bell
Lessons never get imbibed
For all who trudge are circumscribed
Very few get off the staircase
But yes a few get free
Once they learn to discern
And clean up their debri

~Moses~
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"Fragile Existence"

The world is so large
Yet I am so small
I cling to my life in his hands
I come from Sri Lanka
They call me a Loris
I'm much too fragile for demands
Prosimians we are long before apes
We usually lurk in the night
Although I am cute and endangered
I'm far from friendly and polite
If people keep going the way that they are
We won't be around much longer
Our exsistence depends on what people do
And whether our enviornment becomes stronger
All I want is to live and survive
It's not that much to ask
A little effort on everyone's part
To make it a sucessful task

~Moses~
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"Places"

My boat is moored at the entrance
Of yet another dream in a place
Walking through the archway to corridors
Up to a winding staircase
That leads to a window which overlooks
Spacious clouds that float
Wandering thoughts that skip along
To places that are remote
To waken with feint memory
An essence of that place in my dream
The boat remains moored at its landing
Part of the memorized scheme
Awaiting for me to return once again
Through the glimpse in my eye
Floating past those who gloat
As an invisible butterfly
To the place where my dream awaits for me

~Moses~
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"Hide & Seek"

Quietly peeking around the corner
Nobody knows I'm here
Hiding from them all until they call
The people in my heart so dear
I waited all day for them to come home
Soon they will call my name
Until they do I will hide from them
Playing my little game
Maybe they will give me a treat
Or scratch me on my head
I might even get to take a nap
With one of them on their bed
Life is good-life is fine
With all these friends of mine
I like to hide out in the hall
I'll hear my name when they call

~Moses~

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"Return to Nature"

I want to be a frog once again
Be careful what you ask
Looking up from my watery place
Or in the sun while I bask
It looked inviting to be as them
From the other side of the pond
Woe is me for what I am
There is no longer the bond
Those sweet sound of others
In whom I regarded
As just others who lived in my midst
Taking them all for granted
In what I thought did exsist
Chirping crickets that put me to sleep
In the company of the others
Submerged in the water amongst lilypads
Romping with sisters and brothers
The sky does not look the same
Neither do the clouds or the sun
My wish was granted to my chagrin
It cannot be undone

~Moses~
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"On the farm"

In Illinois down on my farm
Perched on a hill by my house
There is a view that none can surpass
This is my claim to espouse
On a summer day when crickets are chirping
With many clouds in the sky
I try to make out the faces in clouds
As birds occasionally fly
While I listen to the sound of the whippoorwill
Off in the distance of the trees
Deer graze in fields unconcerned
In the gentle summer breeze
Farms below me that dot the landscape
In silence of the time of day
A ruffled grouse vies for its mate
In the field by the trees that sway
Wild turkey down by the treeline
Unaware of my observation
It is in awe that I silently stare
At the wonder of all creation
As each day passes my appreciation
For the knowledge of which I am enhanced
Broader horizons of life in motion
Of the visions in which I am entranced
It is a greatful thing for me to live
The honor to participate
To leave my words for those who follow
In hopes they will appreciate
My words I bequeath unto them
As though my epitaph
My life was lived in constant change
On my own behalf
So that I might leave my words
For all to embrace

~Moses~
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"Hard Times"

Say buddy can you spare some change
This ain't no story for a bottle of wine
On the corner there's a diner
My need is really genuine
A warm cup of soup is all I desire
A few crackers on the side
Just enough to keep me goin'
To keep my feet in stride
The bitter cold jus' got to me
I know it's not your fault
I'm just down on luck right now
Standing on asphalt
Askin' for a little help to get me on my way
Soon I'll fade from memory
And you can have the day
I'm not privy to livin' like this
To be in rough disdain
Thanks alot in advance mister
Then I must refrain
Another day-another dollar
Tomorrow will bring a chance
For me to make it one more day
To change my circumstance

~Moses~
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"Messages"

Floating leaves upon a stream
In memory of a broken dream
Leaves are children of the trees
Dreams on whims that I must seize
If I were a tree of maple
Or possibly an oak
Heartfelt motion on a notion
Thoughts that would evoke
Movements in each season
As it came and went
Broken stems and flower petals
Messages they sent
In observance of disturbance
Unseen forces presence
Oaken thoughts as Maple's wrought
In Hickory fields of pleasance

~Moses~
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"Silenced Gears"

Big wheels turned but now are still
No longer making their familiar hum
Oil no longer flows through its veins
Its body has grown numb
A vessel that carried life giving energy
Under moons that waxed and waned
In contrast now like a stencil
Its frozen gears abstained
Cut off from exsistence
No longer needed
Unbiased performances
Until it impeded
The needs of the fathers
Who decided to cease
Who sentenced the wheels to death
Their orders sent forth to the winds in the North
To cease the giant machines last breath
One last sigh in upheaval
It gives up the ghost
In premature burial
To the places of birth who placate in mirth
Unto those who are adversarial

~Moses~
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