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Since birth I have looked off afar
Over the shoulders of my siblings
Beyond all supplement given
Wondering what are my purposes
Rules don't seem to apply
Beyond the gaze of my eye
An albatross living within
The confines of my present existence
Toleration of my surroundings
Is about as good as it gets
~
Other gulls remain in groups
While I remain aloof
Quite content within my own spirit
To look over the horizon
Past the noise
Trying to reach a place
I know cannot be reached
At least not on this plateau
But still even knowing this
I must go
Rules are too confining
Most of them make no sense
This is the great predicament
On the other side of the fence
So here I remain around the docks
Mostly on my own
Not much changes except when I fly
To places that have never been seen
~Moses~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Along the path of life
Many mistakes are made
Without their presence
We could not celebrate
Nor make music serenade
To cherish good times
Bad times must be
Otherwise we could not see
In likeness to a blackboard
With which we use our chalk
Erasing and starting over
It's no crime to balk
How many artists have painted
Where exists an image below
Still the masterpiece is seen
From where it came to grow
No one wants to falter
Mistakes are inspiration
Without them
There is no motive for creation
Those who have a vision
Proceed forward without question
Pursuing their beliefs
As though their own possession
Stumbling along the way
Still the driving force
Pursuing what we believe in
Until the final course
It's better to make your own mistakes
Than not to try at all
Succumbing to cessation
Can be the worst of all
~Moses~
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Encountering many in my travels
Not limited to any one season
Like minded others trying to survive
All of them for the same reason
To carry on for their own species
Their own continue
To prosper and live
There is no greater bestowment
That we can give
Valuable days teaching lessons
Taking good times with the bad
The many seasons go by so quickly
Until there is all that can be had
We expire in due time
Leaving a legacy behind
To carry on for the sake of the species
This is how life designed
~Moses~
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Herman is sleeping in late today
Last night he wanted
To hang out and play
He always sleeps with his teddy
When it comes to bedtime
He's always ready
Herman is a spoiled guy
But that's okay
I'm glad to have him
With me each day
~Moses~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
It seems you always encounter a few
These days it's probably
More like quite alot
I blame is on the parents
Well not really
I know plenty of good parents
The fault is within the individual
Somewhere along the line
A decision is made
Maybe they just decide
It's easier to be like that
It takes too much effort
To be any other way
Then society has to tolerate them
Of course they have kids too
Hopefully who recognize
They don't want to be like that
Then a decision is made
Maybe they just decide
It's easier to change and not be like that
It takes too much effort
To be any other way
It doesn't matter anymore
You know
How many of them there are
Compared to how many there aren't
Only the ones who want to be that way
Actually care
The rest of the world doesn't give a damn
They know it exists
There isn't anything that can change it
The world moves on
Knowing in truth
That as each one expires over time
They are not missed
After all there's plenty more
Where they came from
~
I just feel sorry for him
You know
The ass in the hole
Falling into that place
Then having his photo taken
Just so I could have it
To use in my prose
~Moses~
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I've gone to the crossroads many times
Each one leads to the promised land
It's carried me home to the prairies
Deep down into the delta where life was grand
To the trainyards where I hopped a freight
Big City lights where the skyscrapers moaned
Open skies where a heart never dies
Where only the wind has groaned
~
Crossroads
Present since childhood
Others never ruled my day
To believe or not believe
Having to choose the way
Not taking to the paved roads
Going to the unmarked path
To places unknown to most
Not worried about
The incurrence of wrath
~
I came to know the way
Of the elephant and the owl
In the streets of New Orleans
All of the places
The forgotten faces
Things that occured
Over time it all blurred
But I remember
People and their voices
Their needs and their fears
Pouring their hearts out
As they wiped away tears
The laughter at times
To keep from crying
Good times were to be had
Our thoughts far from dying
The roaring of the crowd
I knew all to well
Crossroads always within my reach
To escape before hell
~
A little time passes
Once they get too familiar
It's time to move on
Many roads to travel
It calls to me in the distance
Never a prayer spoken
Asking it to depart
Through the fog it's apparent
Then it becomes crystal clear
Another crossroad beckons
Unmarked paths
Leading to other promised lands
Beyond those winding tracks
The clattering of the wheels
Pounding in the sounding
The engine pulls its load
Its horn plays the moaning melody
Escape is just around the bend
At the crossroads
To which there is no end
~Moses~
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When you were a child
I already knew you existed
Your voice had already
Entered into my dreams
It took me quite awhile
But once found
I knew you were the one
Who had haunted me
In my dreams
All the miles in between
Mere milestones along a path
The bridge in my heart
Gaps the distance
As the moon rises in the sky
To open the beauty of the night
So rises my heart
To the occasion of your presence
The stars are like a crown
In the heavens
Shining down onto all that is beneath
Evermore it is a sweetness unto me
When I rise up to meet each day
~Moses~
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I am the dove of lonely hearts
Close by those who need me
Ever since my early days
Their hearts have called to me
Each day I take flight
To bring comfort
Who need me by their side
Whether it be beneath the sun
Or under the stars and moon
Gathering all the hearts that are scattered
From every place they are strewn
If you call upon me softly
I will come
~Moses~
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Once more faced
With the winding in the tracks
The familiar facial tic erupts
Sending spasmodic waves
To my inner senses
There it is housed
In gravure like synthesis
Emotions abruptly appear
Causing a delving into their abode
Like the opening of a mausoleum
Dust filled and forgotten
Newly dug graves only remembered
Until the generation passes
Plucked flowers are meaningless
They are better left to grow
Passing on to others to maintain
The purpose of why all things exist
All efforts lead back to incongruity
At the end of the journey
Realization finally becomes all encompassing
Variance against the origins of creation is inevitable
It follows me down the winding tracks
~Moses~
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He waits for me at the end of the hall
Each day we meet on my way to work
Past the hall where he hangs from his limb
I don't mean to stare or lurk
Down in the basement immersed in clay tablets
Translating ancient cuneiform
Although Akkadians are my main focus
Thoughts are far from the norm
Wandering off at times to my friend
Encased in his cage of glass
Wondering what his life was like
Until I reach an impasse
Imagination persists through the day
My thoughts go home with me at night
His life must have been a lonely one
With nobody to acknowledge his plight
How he must have longed for the place
In the far off jungle land
Free to roam the trees
To see the open skies
Beyond all he could understand
Perhaps he found peace in knowing
One day he would finally be free
In a place where nothing could prevent him
From sitting aloft his own tree
~Moses~
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