"Do Not Disturb"

"Suprise Visit"

I like my shirt you gave me
Thanks for the cereal too
I'm so suprised to see you
I never had a clue
Have you come to play with me
Let me get my toys
You're like the greatest thing to me
Even when you make that noise
I dont know what haha means
But I can see your smile
I'm glad you came to see me
And hope you'll stay awhile

~Moses~
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"Precious moments"

The penguin told the walrus they had a trip to take;
The walrus wanted to wait a while and take his daily nap;
So the penguin waited and death was put on hold;
Precious minutes for some creature to be told;
A polar bear of four decades spent his time on top;
A floating iceberg that was his shelter;
He thought of all his cubs and knew he was dying slowly;
And had this time to reflect;
How things had been good for him and his kind;
He had heard the last of the seals before his sleep;
The sun had caressed his eyes one more time;
It was so silent upon the berg and in peace;
Soon time to close his eyes for the last;
Thank you old walrus for your tired feet and eyes;
We shall meet again beyond;
Now the penguin must do his work;

~Moses~
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"Fractal Landscape"

Incadescence of the fluorescent terrain;
A fractal landscape in one's own mind;
Diverse trees in muddy waters;
That shine on as if they had no place in time;
What is it called-that evasive thing;
An origin of life is in the way;
Just sit down and spit out another atmosphere;
Machines can do a good enough job to replace;
While were at it let's eliminate another race;
Of people or we can do a test on a species of birds;
Firstly and then go on from there;
You know what has been said-
Nothing more will be put on us than what-
We can bear;
The vacilating visisitudes of life;
Are nothing more than strife;
Dead fish that float on waters;
With neon eyes that glaze;
Infected cattle with the death rattle;
Barely standing as they graze;
pouring smoke belches out;
The whoremongers continue with their greed;
A sun that is red from toxic fumes;
Rusty orange clouds lurking;
Bituminous has replaced Anthracite;
Money has replaced love;

~Moses~
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"Constant Shadow"

Are you so sure you have to follow me
Sometimes my solitude calls out
Every time I look back you are there
Lingering in the background
You are my constant shadow
That follows me on my walks
Even when there is a window between us
Your presence has been constant
Since my childhood we have lived
In the same margins of time
~
You fill the sky and shelter me
I suppose you have earned a place
Not only in my heart
Fondness has set in deeply
Although no words have ever been
The closeness has filled the gap
Of my exsistence
You would not even leave me when I was called
To the great battles being fought
When my mother had to stay on the porch
You followed me to distant lands
~
When I came home you followed me
Here you are once again and have stayed
In my olden age you still regard me
As your companion who resides;
Within my heart;

~Moses~

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My sheep know my voice...."

Steadfast in the shepherd's crook
He calls his sheep by name
They come to him when he calls
Their master or his dame
The shepherd watches all the lambs
The children of the sheep
When stars come out and night falls
The master will not sleep
He remains upon his stilts
Made from oaken trees
The hunt is on lurking in shadows
Under the guise of the breeze
When gnashing teeth appear upon
To pierce his sheep's wool
The master shepherd faithfully comes
With lightening speed he wields his tool
Upon the heads of his enemies
In deterence of their plight
This yew shall live until he'd old
His wool no longer white
But for a wound and not much more
Than a pinch to flesh and fleece
His ram resides at his shepherd's side
To bleat in untouched peace

~Moses~
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"Silent Past"

Of all the hours I laboured
Of all the men I've known
These silent corridors where
mass production was a miniscule
compared to the minds of those whom
worked alongside me deep into the night
The voices still echo from those behemoths
Their belching of smoke and fire
I used to think of Flash Gordon in the furnace room
Prince Baron at his side
While they were busy pitching coal
I was off in another place with Dale Arden
with kisses upon her face
~
Now the silent boilers are my only friends
In these dark corridors that resemble
The corridors of my mind
Of all the men who loved and laughed
Of all the stories told
We fought dragons of fire and talked of
The thoughts in minds and hearts
Our lips spoke of it and the visions were not far away
Of our children and our wives
The happiness in our lives
Even our dogs and houses that had a life of their own
And of what we would do on our days of rest
Working seven days-it was all in gest;
The great dream it still resounds in the echoes
It is fresh upon my mind and deep in my heart
~
There is that shaft of sunlight over there coming through the window
Just as it did before
Even though the sill is shattered and there is no pane
I wonder if that is the same sunlight that was
As I recall the voices of the past
Last time it was Ivan McGregor talking to me
His father at the immigration docks fresh off the ship
Or was it when his son was born into this world
And the night he cried because his mother was sick and dying
I walked him home and sat upon his porch as his dog licked our wounds
The ones on our hands;Not in our hearts you know-
Long gone but not forgotten days
There could be no trade for that which occured
It is my precious jewel that lives within

~Moses~


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"Ode to Brother Sun and Sister Moon"

A day on the beach building sandcastles
In the middle of the month of June
My sister was a special person
She always lived her life well and on her own;
Things got deranged-we became estranged
I began my search and found what I was looking for
My sister is still looking for it
Now we don't talk to eachother anymore
Life with the sandcastles was in our innocence
Great castles built upon the beach
I would tell her stories of them and how the knights of bold
Would battle the forces to keep the castle safe
Of the king and the queen who sat on thrones
The open markets in the breeze
Odors of fresh eatables like melons and cheese
And let us not forget bread
Soon the ocean tides would rise and the castle would be dead
I was not a knight and could not keep our castle safe
From the rising ocean tides where the plankton lived
~
When I saw my sister-I saw my mother
They both looked about the same
The way they walked-the way they talked
It was like visitation to the sandcastle once again
If even though in my mind-It was a place easy to find
But alas like those tides and in all that abides
The forces of nature have overcome once again

~Moses~

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"Shhhhh"

There is a secret I want to tell you
Quiet if you please
Nobody else is supposed to know
I'm the child who sees
Things of beauty and things of love
The resting of a butterfly
Manes of horses that flow with the wind
Beauty that is within my eye
I will tell but you must promise
To keep this in your heart
I will even show you but you must
Promise not to start
Showing it to everyone unless
You feel the need
If you do-your blessing is
You've answered others needs

~Moses~

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"Passing by"

I used to watch her when she was a girl
Little did she know I would ride those rails one day
Through all those small towns with the water towers
How many times would I go by the town I had come from
Without ever letting a soul know about it
I once peeked out of the boxcar and saw people I knew
Then dissapearred like the morning dew
On the outskirts of town I peeked out once again
And saw the lights from the old farmhouse
The place where I was born
A feint silhouette of the weathervane in the backdrop
It looked like a skeleton of what it had been
Sitting all forlorn atop its frame
Then it was passed and the open plains began to roll once again
I am but a wandering man upon the rails
Two cans of tuna and some loose tobacoo in my nap sack
With nothing more to say to the ghosts of my past
This rambling train that goes down the rails
I have more in common with it than I do with people
The alienation is good for my mind at this particular time
As I roll through the towns on my way to another day
Another place in my moment of time

~Moses~

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