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She listens to the voices Of the Dead. She reads poetry, Written from Chaotic emotion. Her brain sleeps, As the ones outside speak. From the Ancients To today. Discovered ways un-covered. She has found her chants, Buried in her DNA. Lost Prophets Re-Born. Tears in Religious fabrics, Are torn. Interp...

Stars of white,
Stars of blue,
Someday this planet,
May look like you.

Then, Maybe,
Other worlds,
Will look up,
On a clear- dark night...
And say,
Stars of blue, stars of white.

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moses lee

There was.. A sincerity of Faith. When the Woman, Asked to be Prayed for, To stop her smoking addiction... When we were inside of, The store front Church. But I think, There may not of been, A sincerity of Faith, When the Prayer was given. Even as each one of us, Tried to focus on Her need... While ...

A Friendship denied.
Create's a sadness inside.
Sadness, Inspires creativity,
And I must always be...
Creative.

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moses lee

Thank you fellow writers

ml

I smell of Earth, smoke and age.
I am of flesh and fused metal.
I'm the tear-drop of a Fallen Angel.
I shall forever reside,
Secluded inside,
The caverns of my skull.
To blot out the reality...
Of the World,
And, The thing I fear most...
The Truth.

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moses lee

whoa! nice one

I know, It was unwise, To hold it in, All of these years. To carry the torch, In the wind driven rain. To hold in the heart, To the edge of insane. Now she knows... To reach into the darkness, For something that's not there. To yearn for someone, Who isn't aware. To waste all those years, For one im...

She lies in the crib by the bed...
With her bottle
Trying to match the sounds....
Of, the New Age music
On the T.V.
With her own sounds
But, The beauty of a Baby's voice
Cannot be matched.

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ML

The month for the day has arrived When the darkness comes alive The children can pretend for a night Who they shall be Princesses, Hero's, Or, someone of fright I shall sit here, with the candy sacrifice Behind the pumpkins back. With it's face lit stare. Knowing that behind me.. The cloak draped Sc...

Thats a good one!

Beautiful man.

Thank you all it is appreciated

Moses

Purity filtered, By Genetic mix... Not by race, Nor Religion But by, Humanity blending, Making many Into one. All the blood is Red, From the Souls.. Of Genocide. Love of Faith, Faiths of Love... Idealizations... That stymie, The true Love, Of Humanity, And beckon the war drums, Of hate. -end- Moses ...

I tell them stories.
Great tales of the past.
I want them to know.
Before I forget.
Or before I go.

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Moses Lee