Paul Moosberg Poems

Walkin down the timeless sound, of how the west was won
Keepin’ fight to win what’s right for badge of job well done
With sheriff’s way on town astray, to save a mother’s son
The start of heart with northern part the south said witha gun
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Twisted sifting shadows
Binding bending nights
Raveled whirling whispers
Leaving looking lights
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Pick a pack of pickled fate
From which the small will tend and rate
Look and see the crowd around
Lead like sheep and shepherd bound
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All is dark, no choice exists
Start a spark, creating bliss
Run its light, from that to this
Perimeter, created bliss
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Answers every question right
To get a million dollars
Know the answer without sight
He's gettin like a scholar
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There is no place or grace, for all the human race
The race of will, to race and kill
As anger fills and kills the thrill
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It’s not just a number
A pattern-less blunder
That defies a slumber
Though many will wonder
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Pros and cons to everything
Debating fight of congress ring

This is right and this is wrong
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Life’s tail drags behind
From twists to a twined
Unweaving future's History
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Winding reels of reality,
They bind the twists of fate
Mending ruled mentality,
To switch the mind of state
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