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If the past’s
not alive
The future
is dead

With memory
starving
Hope’s promise
unfed

What yesterday
gives us
Tomorrow
awaits

All hope
in the transfer
Of destiny’s
— fate

(The New Room: November, 2024)
Disciples , Disciples , Disciples . . .
Everyone becomes one
Everyone denies the fact
We all run around
with some kind
of a monkey on our backs
Just like all of the
Marys , Bobs and even all the Sues
we crave to belong
just like they will to do
They gather in the forest
Cutting down the trees
Decorate them in gold and silver tinsel and many colored lights
Then turn them on and worship them in their celebrations far into the night
Is it a made to form idol
of wooden dreams desired
That is tossed out back in the alleys
Or burned up in the raging fires
Man makes the idols
God made the hands that do
Nick Moore Nov 26
They say
A leopard can't change
Their spots,
But
A
Caterpillar
Can
Change into
A
Butterfly

They say
Too many cooks,
Spoil
The
Broth
But
Many hands make
Light
Work

They say
The glass is
Half empty
But....
Nick Moore Nov 24
Occasionally
Our
Paths cross,
After numerous
Miles

She
Doesn't
Know,
I'm in heaven
When
She
Smiles
Nick Moore Nov 22
I sort of.....
Avoid it

Because it gets me
Every time,
A piece of Celluloid
So
Sublime

Sat in the back
Of The
Car,
Forgetting
They're just
Film
Stars

If
Cinema holds
Any
Magic,
It's in
This five minutes,
Unseen?
That's
Tragic
Song
Simon and garfunkel
The sound of silence
Nick Moore Nov 19
If all the world's a stage
Then Bill and me
are on the same page


So when treading the boards
step softly
don't go crossing swords


give the best performance
From you're soul,
Lift others from their holes,
Put a smile on their face
If things don't work out
Try changing roles

Make it the best play ever written
Try for a good ending
maybe leave someone smitten

When the curtain comes down
And
It's just you on you're own,
there should be no frown
go to you're backstage bedroom
Sleep tight
Under the full moon,
Awake
As the birds sing,
who knows what the day brings.
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