"In the Nature of Things"

John Lee Hooker music plays in the background
My eyes stare out into blank spaces
The gaze is upon unseen stars cloaked
Under the sun of all suns
At times double vision distorts
Voices permeate the air
In the conglomeration upon my porch
Wild animals approach within thirty feet
Unaware of the fears I have known
Gently foraging on the grass
They are saved by grace
In the evercoming winds
Close by a discarded cooler
Rememberance of voices
As we quenched our thirsts
Spirits of laughter fade in and out
Upon my porch I see
Thickened white hairs of my beard
Bruise my face
The old man grimaces and shouts out silently
In the pain of happiness
A lump in my throat protrudes
As though my heart has been swallowed
Yet I have breathed out the death of my fears
Many times have I breathed
Walking the breadth of the fields of wheat
Music has always been sweet
Even with holes in the leather of my shoes
The jingle of coins in my pocket
As the mighty locomotive trudges onward
Belching smoke from its blackened stack
Faithful dogs await me
Upon my porch
Yet another day is done
Under this sun of all suns
Which dried my tears long ago
In places where no solace could be found
I am in the by and by as night approaches
Under the moon where stars are seen
Upon my porch I see

~Moses~
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"Dream In the Distance"

I saw her from a distance
In Central Park;
Unbeknownst of my presence
Songbirds heard faintly
Butterflies hover about her in the
Fluttering beat of wings
Oblivious to such occurences
As though a natural thing
It is within the secret of her smile
In the fragrances mixed in the air
Perhaps it was meant to be
But a vision of this stranger
In the midst of an unrelenting city
Small glimpses of innocence
Shining brightly-chasing the darkness away
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Imagination allows me such privelages
Were it to be my choice
Within a dream she is upon the windowsill
The cuff of her floral blouse caresses her hand
It is upon her shoulders
Within that gentle twinkling with her eyes
Such things unaware that I have seen
The vine that flows from the sill
Accepts the invitation from the sun
There is that familiar sound of the songbirds
Heard faintly in the distance
Butterflies that hover about
In the garden there is a bonsai tree
A small ceramic pagoda is also found
This is where I shall reside
Within the sounds of the songbirds
In the unrelenting city
Where even the skyscrapers look down upon her
With great reverence under the clouds
Knowing the glimpse of innocence is
Within their grasp
Quiet eyes who have seen from the distance
Within the realm of my dreams

~Moses~
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"Infinitely Within"

Restless soul which resides
Within my inner being
The endless miles you have followed
Witness to the clattering upon
Decaying cobblestone streets
Avenues taken in haste
At first out of instinct
Followed for the sake of curiosity
Sitting upon strangers porch steps
Deep inside there is something amiss
The power of my inner being
Reckoning with its caress
Upon lips that prefer being held
To words upon lips unto my ear
In this solitude pondering
The many times you consoled me
As the night air brought forth tears
Venturing downward upon my cheek
You absorbed my shock into reality
Through life's joys and mishaps
Always with me before time
Ever after once the barrier has been crossed
Your presence shall be constant
Enduring the trials and tribulations
Greater psalms shall never be uttered
Than what have been imparted to us
Provocation on the strings of lyres
Shall bring no melody greater than ours
Even in the multitude of crowds
We stand alone
Acutely aware of our difference
In the creation we thrive
The roots which are deep
Brings forth the vine that grows
Slowly it creeps into the darkness
In the coolness of the shade
Only taking from the Sun its share
The morning dew shall quench
For in the creation we thrive

~Moses~
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"Silent Hope"

Opinions kept in silence
Do not reach the ears of men
Nor do they become victims
To the sting of the tongue
My mouth serves as a den
Unto wolves who dwell within
Amongst my entwined branches
A beaten brow in survival
Elements of time in nature
Reveal such worn surfaces
Yet the marrow slumbers deeply
Within the safety of concealment
Words spoken only encourage
Xenophobia to flourish
Thriving in coexistence with dreams
Harmony fights against the variances
Yet it cannot force itself upon the wind
The beating of hearts flutter gently
Solid matter holds life's essence
Where the whims of thoughts
Unable to penetrate the barriers
Which separate and prevent
The crossing over of two edged swords
That would cut the bonds which hold
Eternal existence of all origins
Presiding upon the universe
Chaos reigns in the streets
Yet within the cries of the moanings
Voices can still be heard
Which speak with soft tongues
Revealing such truths for its own sake
Although such things often fall upon
Deaf ears of fallen men
My roots are deep into and upon
Earthen places that keep me
My thirst is replenished by the rains
There is still great hope for all humankind
Who walk upon this earth

~Moses~

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"Earthly Delight"

Once on a trip to the planet Earth
My taste for sushi was acquired
Inhabitants of that place were fairly ugly
Their ways were not much to be desired
While out collecting specimens of herbs
I study them for the collective
The study of plants is my field of expertise
In reaching my main objective
In the fibers of such growths
Many miracles abide
My life's work holds me steady
Keeping me alive inside
All relative to a days work
As I go from planet to planet
Gallactic procedures and its rules
Are steadfast and written in granite
I never deviate from the plan
Ever mindful of the universe
With care to leave things in pristine condition
In utmost priority of the obverse
The only gem upon that surface
When I am at ease in my home
My taste for shushi which I find delicous
That causes me not to roam
It is a delicacy I do not wish to share
Or to let its existence be discovered
So I consume it secretly keeping it for myself
All of the sushi I've recovered
On my journeys to the planet Earth

~Moses~
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"Reminders"

Surrounded by walls of many colors
Myths are born each time
Contemplation within these walls
In the presence of dying vines
Stubbles replace ivy leaves
A crumbling wall that grieves
Of what is on the outer wall
Tears from there
That cannot bare
Attempting to enter this space
In my chair the days pass by
Under the guise of the purplish sky
Cries of people are muffled low
Vying for position within the masses
I hear their screams
Within my dreams
Amidst the dreams of yellow
That defy the vines withered
Whispers reach my ears
My tears have long deserted me
With closed eyes I listen
The voices are like my own
Reminding me from where I came

~Moses~
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"Hidden Wrath"

I was never morose or cynical
Anger was kept well inside
Others gleaned from my bones
While I silently died
Kindness mistaken for weakness
Misread signals from shallow minds
Neither looking to either side
Fixed eyes onto a point straight ahead
Shadows try to defy
Within my peripheral vision
They attempt to invade
Mocking the possibilities
Enslaving anyone in their path
This is why I have this inner wrath
My exterior is incidental to those who see
Ingredients of lust within their eyes
Superficial smiles looking for a quick fix
They take to me on flight of wings
Screeching to a halt as they swoop
Upon prey intensified upon
In the search of their desires
Beyond or below-friend or foe
Disgregard for the rising of the sun
Indifference to the surroundings
Brings no mind for concern
Each day is lived on the edge
Tainted survival is all that is known
And from it such weeds have grown
Becoming parasitic to every growth
A humans heart is not mourned
Rather it only signifies an ending
To be discarded and scorned
Moving on-trudging forward
There are still many more to overcome
Grinding bones into the dust
It is the way that they must
In the force that drives them
Marching forward
Into the abyss that has been created
By those with superficial smiles

~Moses~
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"Freedom"

Broken bonds into freedom
Flying into the abyss
Not knowing what is ahead
In the wake of a last kiss
As a child I come unto thee
With arms outstretched
Accepting all that is before me
Leaving the rest behind
Might I fall into those arms
Arms that catch me from the fall
Labouring under the assumption
Into safety that awaits
Dependability that cannot exist
In any other dimension
That which I leave behind
Shall not hinder what is ahead

~Moses~
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"Ode to Blackwater Hattie"

Down in the swamps of Louisiana
Blackwater Hattie hides in the bog
Dabbling in magic with gators about
Concealed in the fog
Ice water runs through her veins
As I approach her she already knows
I bring her an offering of fresh tobacco
To mix with the herbs she grows
She gives me a look as she smokes her pipe
Out on the porch in her chair
She signals me to come forth
I look at her pure white hair
Quickly she looks me up and down
Her eyes look deeply into mine
Searching for the meaning of my visit
Looking for a tell tale sign
Nobody goes to Blackwater Hattie
Unless they have dire need
Some come to her for remedies
Others over personal greed
I jingle my coins and make my request
Explaining to her slowly and trying my best
I tell her of the love for my lady
I want a potion to bless our love
Blackwater Hattie lets out a laugh
It flushes out the flight of a dove
Of course she agrees and snatches my coins
Dissapearing into her shack
She quickly returns and hands me something
In what appears to be a small sack
Giving me instructions to wait til the moon
Is full in the sky at night
To open the sack and burn its contents
Giving me also words to recite
I thank her politely and begin to leave
But she asks me to stay for awhile
Wanting to know of the happenings in town
She cracks a gentle smile
Hattie reloads her pipe to the brim
With my offering of tobacco I had brought
Lighting it with a kitchen match
Then pausing as if in deep thought
She tells me a tale of a lovely maiden
Who once lived in the bog
She used to dance under the moonlight
Followed by her faithful dog
The town folk used to laugh at her
Many thought her to be insane
One day she dissapeared
Only tales of her would remain
Some say that the maiden was Hattie
She neither confirmed or denied
There was that twinkle in her eye as she talked
Something from down inside
She bid me goodbye until the next time
Slowly I began to depart
Never would I tell a soul in town
That Hattie had seen my true heart

~Moses~
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"Friends"

Under the canopy formed
Along the path I walk each day
Entangled together in unison
Under skies of grey
Brief openings where I see the sky
The flight of birds under clouds
Covering me from the glaring sun
Friends who entangle me within them
Like gentle shrouds
Every one has different form
Each has its own name
Many times they have inspired
Words which I proclaim
Debts owed unto them
In my many times of strife
When I have sat beneath them
In perspective of my life
There are no words spoken
Amongst these giants who defy time
Still I feel they speak to me
Their grandeur so sublime
Each leaf that falls upon the ground
Reminders to me
They are the children of the trees
Who make their silent plea
Another generation comes and goes
Seeds that have been sown
Another season comes and goes
Grateful in my heart to them
And all that they condone
I am the living voice of the trees;
That float along the breeze
Into the ears of all men
Who walk upon this earth

~Moses~
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