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Julius Moscos Poem
I stand to see
To see the rising sun
Why stand? I sought to know
To know 'True souls'
Miles I've come
Come to unveil the truth
For my slenderness they ignore
Ignore I from their mad dreams
Subjected to my principles
Principles that none know
For I dream to write
Write what none has
Reaching to your memories
Memories which to you are nightmares
That one person I fear
Fear to ever meet
Have they not told you yet?
Yet I admire their philosophy?
'R.I.P.' they say to the gone
Gone never to age
What's the point?
Point on what haunts?
A eighth of your trust I need
Need, indeed for a second
They never sleep
Sleep to they slither away
Away to the deepest abyss?
You better think again
Again I reveal the truth
"True Souls," they go by name.
Copyright © Julius Moscos | Year Posted 2020
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What makes you happy?
You questioning nature
or your quest for knowledge?
Is it that walk in the forest
or the feel of water as you swim?
If not your desire to travel
does reading make you happy?
Whatever it is, don't stop
What makes you happy?
You say socializing does not
but have you tried meditating?
I hear you hate yoga
maybe you will love some workout
Watching movies bores you
some music might heal or so a podcast!
Whatever makes you happy, don't stop
What makes you happy?
A blunt with your friends
or a drink with a family member?
A full belly with some change to keep
or greeting a total stranger in the streets?
Whatever is making you happy, don't stop!
Copyright © Julius Moscos | Year Posted 2021
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Hanging at the edge of depression
Since, never I've known a face of expression
A thought of a depressed overthinker
Is just like a tear in a river
It haunts!
For they say am a fey
What's left to, but bray?
Nothing, did I not adore?
But now, everything I abhor?
It haunts!
Left tormented in a void
By friends who alike avoid
All I speak, quickly they chide
Still not enough, they deride?
It haunts!
They say am not in form
Can I? When am out of the norm?
Always, am trying to battle
Can you? What you can't handle?
It haunts!
Then, I was warm and did glow
Now, so cold and empty as snow
I espy only my friend nature
And conjure with rain's enemy azure
It haunts!
This abyss a bridge to death
So dense and dark to breath
Sucking you caressingly to drown
You ought to know, you down
It haunts!
When it's time to behead
Try too to befriend
By being coherent to understand
Only shall we start to withstand
It haunts!
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Troubled day and night
By hazardous creatures not of light
Neither do seem black nor white
But tapped wholly to come have a bite
Another youth seems booked
Power rarely is waited for
Chaos normalized, but not a blow
Screams unanswered, maybe more
Silence does, in a vast land of vow
Oh! God; another plate is cut
A nightmare which soon ends
All to remember knowing no bonds
Some forces by which all bends
Are made of fairly known rounds
For philosophers always admire!
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Julius Moscos Poem
A horror bared, lived
with suddenness
over it all comes an end
for earth people are ego ruled
scare them the holy old
all, poor and rich are money slaved
in near future, well know you troubled
those who feel it are exiled!
Copyright © Julius Moscos | Year Posted 2021
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