Disarray surrounds him
In his antiquated
fourth-floor dwelling
Sheets of music, tablature,
Scrolls of data, reports of minimal finance
In stacks upon chairs, teeter
Precariously like arched boulders
Along Cumberland Ridge
Papers shuffle through his hands,
Which long for a keyboard
Where he shuns distractions,
Intent to share
what flows from his passion

I remember
parishioners entering
St. Luke’s enraptured by his piano hymns
As he praised his God

He formed his very own God,
One
of tolerance, love and compassion
He wished for approval
For his playing, his thoughts,
His longings and lusts

So different from those
Lining rows of mahogany pews.

I wonder if he is happy

In his heavenly spot

Where friends adorned
In colored shorts and flowery shirts

Play lyrics on golden strings

And parade their adoration to God.

your voice is slowly fading
your words too far
to remember clearly
but the discussion between
your fingertips
and my skin,
still blazes wildly
keeping me up at night
like a moth to a flame.

We all want change 
But we don't wanna change 

We say keep the change
Like we don't need the change
Like we've never counted out dimes to buy cigarettes or beans

We're 2000 miles over on an oil change 
We don't like to think about what we can change 

We change our mind
We change our hair
We change our *** 
We change our friends

We change the channel 

But we don't change

We don't wanna change 
How can you change what makes you the same

Winds change and we get blown away
Because we don't wanna change 

Isn't that strange

Breathe so deep
Rest in sleep
Promises keep
Rediscover simplicity

Help a friend
Kind thoughts send
Families blend
Rediscover harmony

Dig the ground
Let plants abound
Listen for every sound
Rediscover nature

Orange sunrise
Brightening skies
Peace for mind and eyes
Rediscover mornings

Simple needs met
A day well spent
Children heaven sent
Rediscover prosperity

the painful truth
echoes in your silence
and now i understand
that for you
the thrill of the chase
was sweeter
than even the ripest fruit.

feeling i long for
friend or more
fire and ice
you are so nice
you laugh
you cry
you try
you said hi
this fight
this flight
this might
let's see
i don't know about we
but thanks to you
i saw me

xo

My imaginary friend
one i take my midnight adventures with
who i lean on to
Are you tired of wondering into the seas of my thoughts?
Are the waves too violent for us to swim further?

Every time you pick your head up, the fierce waves hit harder than the last
Are you holding on tight to our board?
One that builds hope and expectations

You know me better
I'd rather fall into the deep ocean
No board will float us up


— Moza

white tshirts
clinging to wet skin
rain soaked hair
and orange soaked lips
the gentle amber
of the streetlights above
hummed softly
around us
but all i could see
was the ocean waves
dancing in your eyes
before your mouth
poured into mine
so hungrily
as if you realised
you had been starving
your whole life.