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  Dec 2024 Nick Moore
Reuben Leivers
Never let them tell you
You can’t run before the wind
Believing the impossible
Is how it all begins
Never let them tell you
Time is better spent in earning
Believing false priorities
Can leave life’s lessons burning
Never let them tell you
Love just isn’t worth the tears
The pain of your regrets
Creates more suffering than fears
Never let them tell you
What you feel inside is wrong
It’s less about who’s facts are right
Than whether you belong
Never let them tell you
That to live in nature’s grace
Is wasting precious time
When time is all that they misplace
Never let them tell you
That opinions matter most
Empty promises and words
Will leave you hungry as a ghost
Never let them tell you
You can never win the race
When they deny they dared to try
And ended in last place
Never let them tell you
There’s no meaning in the stars
That peace is just a dream
And dreams are better kept in jars
Encompass all and find the jewel
Revealing your true self
Never hide it, let it shine
For they can never steal your wealth
  Dec 2024 Nick Moore
Kurt Philip Behm
Is the Oracle wise
the Buddha fat
or the Great
Niagara wet
Description wanes
where titan’s reign
as words are left
to falter
And blow upwind
against the grain
in messages
— sublime

(The New Room: December, 2024)
Nick Moore Dec 2024
Make sure the fit
Is not too tight,
Or you may forget
It's there in the night,
Blurring wrong and right.

Remove the mask,
Let your soul be bare.
No need to ask—
Just show you care.

Hold someone close,
Feel their beating heart.
Life's truest moments
Need no guise or art.
On the white screen dance the stringed dots
Mind spilled codes of hieroglyphic thoughts
Slowly they emerge handholding lines
Not always yielding intended designs.
Something was brewing inside the head
Coaxing to weave and take it ahead
The drunken horses so wildly gallop
There is no leash to make them stop.
Nerves are taut and they won't relax
Till all is vented they reach the ******
It was thus fated the moment it was sown
What's to be grown could never be known.
As the fever wanes arrives the new child
It may be adored or it may be defiled
The canvas is washed clean as in the rain
Something is brewing to be vented again.
Nick Moore Dec 2024
Nostalgia’s not for me,
The present
is where I long to be.
But when Robert sings,
the past takes wing,
And memories bloom
Like lipstick
they cling.

A tear may gather,
though boys don't cry,
His voice, just like a dream,
drifts through the sky.

Each note,
a thread, weaving time and space,
Binding my heart
to a fleeting embrace.
Song, Love Cat's by The Cure.
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