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Best Poems From
CHARLES M. MOORE
(1953 june)
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Nobody.
Nobody knows, what she once meant to him
he now feels polarized, lost in the swim
memories fading and tenderness gone
he wrote down his feelings and made them a song
Nobody cares, that he once was in love
surrounded, enchanted, in need of lifes blood
sparking excitement, feeling the heat
volumes of episodes between the sheets
Nobody notices, now that he's old
his heart still yearns, yet burns in the cold
needs to make contact, needs company
but nobody, nobody, knows it but me.
Charles M. Moore
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Out of my time
It's just a history I tell
of what and where so far
for I have seen the dawn of time
and I lived on the star
beyond the place that's known as earth
before the moon that shines
I have walked the centuries
yet feel out of my time
I was there when men were bare
I gave them heart and soul
I adopted five of them
who through the nations roamed
each one was a shaman
they taught the use of mind
the man today is what they gave
they were out of my time
Philosophy and poetry
the questions still remain
religious magic formed from art
destiny sustained
you only had to follow
the path was there to find
but greed the monster I had slain
put you out of my time
The future's there, it's always been
you only have to choose
go back to where you should have been
you don't have time to lose
your fathers knew the secret
you don't have to be blind
your mothers won't forgive you
if you're out of my time
The beauty lies before you
you will see it on the morn
it whispers high above you
when you receive the dawn
open up your heart and mind
the wisdom will unfold
then you'll be out of my time
you will be reborn.
Charles M. Moore
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Plastic
Plastic people
Plastic thoughts
Plastic tales
Plastic plots
Plastic lives
Plastic thrills
Living in a plastic world.
Charles M. Moore
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Secret.
This is the secret
from long long ago
that's never been written
and never been told
a tale of the living
that's kept by the dead
these are the words
that have never been said
This is the story
that you musn't tell
by those who know nothing
forever to dwell
always kept hidden
and never revealed
in trust that is given
through lips that are sealed
This is the message
delivered in faith
vowed not repeated
in anger or haste
for once in the open
would make others weep
this is the sentence
you must never speak
This is the silence
that's passed on to you
with love it is given
though you always knew
from the beginning
deep down in your soul
that life wasn't quite
what appearances showed.
Charles M. Moore
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