Walter Augustus Lee

People always touted him,
Walter Augustus Lee.
No one ever doubted him,
Or his sincerity.

He was there to give advise,
You never had to ask him twice.
There was never one as nice,
As Walter Augustus Lee.

Those he knew respected him,
Saw all good reflect in him,
Wanted to connect with him,
And his prosperity.

He always cared for those with less,
Treated them as honored guests.
Sought good will and happiness,
For all society.

He gave away most he had,
Comforted the weak and sad.
Seemed content, never mad,
As far as most could see.

He never turned a heedless eye.
Minced his words for reasons why.
Yes, there was not a nicer guy,
Than Walter Augustus Lee.

Life then took a sudden turn,
Exposed a frailty.
What seemed at first a mere heartburn,
Turned out worse, you see.

Doctors probed and ran some tests,
Bi-pass surgery seemed the best.
When they discovered the seriousness,
They let poor Walter be.

No one came to comfort him,
In his time of need.
He'd wait for God to come for him,
With solemn dignity.

As his last days passed him by,
He just prayed, not asking why,
He knew one day soon he'd die,
Alone and quietly.

Though all his life he had shared,
It seemed as if no one cared.
And so it was no one was there,
When Walter bid goodbye.

I never knew someone who could,
Praise the way he did.
I never really understood,
The final days he lived.

A righteous man with tender hands,
Who always did the best he can.
Somehow seemed a lesser man,
In posterity.

Poor Walter Augustus Lee.


Copyright © December 2010
Kevin Mooney

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Perpetual Nightmare

Lying here half asleep,
In a subconscious state.
Having prayed my soul to keep,
My mind's still half awake.
There's no sound, not a peep,
The silence escalates.
I finally try counting sheep,
Things start to deteriorate.

Something in the attic creaks,
The ceiling fan starts to shake
The ticking clock's rhythmic beat,
Begins to resonate.
I'm feeling numb, my limbs grow weak,
Lights grow dim then dissipate.
Barely lucid, unable to speak,
I start to hallucinate.

I try to take one last peek.
But it becomes too late.

And I begin to dream...

Mind drifting ever deep,
My thoughts turn into scenes.
Ghostly vision vapors seep,
Through billowing walls of steam.
Standing on a ledge so steep,
Balancing on a beam.
Whispered voices call to me.
Things aren't what they seem.

I notice several shadows,
Inching their way toward me.
I turn my back to retreat,
Then feel a hand grab me.
I struggle desperately to get free,
But cannot move my feet.
The situation's growing bleak,
I close my eyes, fain defeat,
Then reclaim reality.

I hear broken laughter,
Echoing in a breeze.
I sit up and raise my head,
Wrap my arms around my knees.
My body rises off the bed,
I'm floating effortlessly.
I feel the eyes of the dead,
Staring straight at me.

Something on me is crawling,
My legs start to burn.
Bugs are moving beneath my sheets,
Wiggling thousands of worms.
I try to move my frozen feet,
My stomach starts to churn.
My body can no longer compete,
I scream but hear no words.

There comes a distant knocking,
Someone opens a door.
I see the crack of a light,
Feel sanity start to restore.
The light continues to get bright,
It stretches across the floor.
The evil that was the night,
Possesses me no more.

I see the sun start to rise,
Then shadows disappear.
I'm no longer terrified,
No longer full of fear.As my room fills with light,
And morning time grows near.
I finally come to realize,
What's really happening here.
I've survived another night,
Conquered my worst fears.

I start to get out of bed,
For some reason I cannot move.
My arms are pinned at my side,
I'm trapped in a glass cocoon.
The walls around me are crystallized,
I can see my surrounding room.
I'm trapped inside a crypt of some kind,
Transparently consumed.
I struggle not to lose my mind,
To escape this invisible tomb.

I then relax, lay back and wait,
Lie still and start to stare.
The harder that I concentrate,
The sooner I'll get out of here.
But somehow I feel I'm awake,
Unconsciously unaware.
I'm trapped inside my mental state,
I pray to God that I escape,
Find an exit, a way to wake,
From this perpetual nightmare.


Copyright © October 2010
Kevin Mooney

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Wormholes

Somewhere in space there lies a place,
That connects two dimensions in time.
A warped oasis a man forced faces,
When presented with 2 states of mind.

Twisting and turning, never converging,
Conjoining two disjointed schemes.
Resisting and yearning, forever diverging,
Thoughts remembered in dreams.

Somber moments of relaxed coma,
Create quite a perplexed surreal.
Whispered illusions, contort confusion,
Sustain the tight vortex concealed.

Once you've arrived on the other side,
What's apparent is things look the same.
You soon realize there's no place to hide,
Transparency's one of life's game.

Somewhere in space there lies an escape,
A bridge to a parallel world.
A path one can take, to ease mental breaks,
Where time's dimensions unfurl.

Portholes exist that scientists insist,
Pierce man's perception of time.
Tunnels amidst a black cosmic abyss,
Wormholes that fester the mind.



Copyright © April 2010
Kevin Mooney

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The Carnival of Souls

A synchronized crescendo,
Of thunder claps draw near.
Streaks of light fill the skies,
With a sense of fear.

Crashing, dashing,
Darkness, flashing light.
Crashing, gnashing,
Day turns into night.

Persistent pulsations,
Deep within my head,
Slowly wane then dissipate,
Fears no longer fed.

An overwhelming rumble,
Solid sheets of rain.
I stagger then I stumble,
Reeling from the pain.

Crashing, flashing,
Feeling much less tense,
Gnashing, mashing,
Making much less sense.

As the thunderstorm subsides,
There's a calm refrain.
In my mind I recognize,
The faint sound of a train.

Clattering, pattering,
Pecking at my brain.
Spattering, battering,
My mind's window pane.

There comes a sudden rapping,
At my closed front door.
What is really happening?
I can't tell for sure.

I cracked the door slightly,
To see who might be there.
A tall man bows politely,
Our eyes lock in a stare.

I feel like I am floating,
Floating in the air.
Levitating, loathing,
How I got up there.

Suddenly I notice,
Blood is everywhere,
Bleeding, feeding,
Visions I dare share.

The tall man isn't breathing,
He's just standing there.
I have a sensual seething,
As windchimes fill the air.

Darkness now surrounds me,
Silence fills my ears.
A numbness now abounds me,
The fervor of despair.

I can see slight movement,
Sirens start to whine,
Blinking lights are proof that,
I am still alive.

Now I hear faint music,
A calliope of songs,
Rhythmic, blind amusement,
I sense that something's wrong.

Uniforms approaching,
Suggest I am someone.
They point weapons at me,
As if I have a gun.

My body has no feeling,
As I hit the ground.
I'm looking a the ceiling,
Trying to look around.

Men are looking at me,
Some just turn away.
I don't know exactly,
What to do or say.

I still hear the music,
It's slowly getting cold.
I feel like I am losing,
The life I dearly hold.

There's a light above me,
Pulsing, pulling fast.
God I hope you love me,
Need I have to ask?

There's no more horizon,
No moon or setting sun,
The tall man's hands and eye's are,
Guiding everyone.

As he collects tickets,
Bells begin to toll.
Welcoming the wicked,
To the carnival of souls.



Copyright © July 2010
Kevin Mooney

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Alzheimer's Lament

There's a world out there
Many people share,
A world we all seem to know.

Where solitude beckons,
And distortion reckons...
A place we all hate to go.

The elderly seem,
To know best what I mean
They gravitate, memories in tow.

Young people fear it
Don't dare get too near it,
An eminent centrifugal glow.

This place is intense,
Makes very little sense,
It pulls from above and below.

A place we're all lead
Where dreams butt heads
With shadows of thoughts that aren't so.

A world of reminiscence
Of gift-wrapped innocence,
Of times that seem so long ago.

Visions are riled,
Voices beguiled,
A river's uphill flow,

Delusions seem real,
Senses can't feel,
Reality sways to and fro.

Illusions are brief,
There's no real relief
A disease that never lets go.

Alzheimer's lament,
Is one's mind is left bent,
With thoughts it no longer knows.


Copyright © June 2009
Kevin Mooney

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Anatomy of an Urge

It begins as a thought,
A momentary crave.
A small trickle of desire.
An inner suppressed craze.

At first I discard it,
Put it's notion to bed.
I'm unable to disregard it,
As my brainwaves are fed.

It lurks in my mind,
Though nothings been said.
It creeps and unwinds,
Grows where it's been bred.

The pressure's overwhelming,
All my thoughts are led,
The stimulus of it tells me,
It's locked in my head.

I want to ignore it,
Block it's attraction out.
My mind still explores it,
Without a fraction of doubt.

The feeling escalates,
The more I bout,
Soon I gravitate,
Toward what it's about.

It swells into a hankering,
Never levels out,
Before I know it I'm yearning,
Unable to do without.

The yearn becomes hunger,
The hunger becomes need,
The need turns into a frenzy,
It's a vile, aweful disease.

It's hard to avoid it,
The gravitational pull.
Soon I can't stand it.
The conjugational null.

So I satisfy my desire,
Quench my thirst.
The gratified fire,
Will no longer burst.

It never seems enough though,
As the flame retracts,
A dominating inferno,
Has a way of coming back.

Like a wave that's crested,
It's ebb rescinds.
The power of appetition,
Is where compulsion begins.

To gratify one's libido,
Is a momentary purge,
Impulses devoid of veto,
The propensity of an urge.



Copyright © October 2009
Kevin Mooney

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Timid Timothy

Timid Timothy,

And Trepid Tiffany,

Were an ambivalent pair.

One day Timothy,

Had an epiphany,

Of a maiden fair.

Said Timid Timothy,

To Trepid Tiffany,

I have a vision to share.

It's simply the epitome,

Of an epiphany of someone I truly find fair.

Timothy cared a lot for Tiffany,

But Timothy never dared,

Share with Tiffany his deepest sympathy,

Feelings which she simply was unaware.

So Timid Timothy shared his epiphany,

And Tiffany soon became scared.

The maiden fair for whom Timothy cared,

Was a vision that Tiffany shared.

Said Trepid Tiffany to Timid Timothy,

Lets settle this fair and square.

See, you're my epiphany and the epitome

Of feelings I tepidly wear.

Her honesty cleared the air.

So Timid Timothy asked Trepid Tiffany,

To be his true maiden fair.

Trepid Tiffany and Timid Timothy,

Became an inseparable pair.

Amidst a symphony of modest timidity,

The remedy was all too clear.

So Timid Timothy married Trepid Tiffany.

Forever together they shared,

A true love that was always there.

Copyright © December 2009

Kevin Mooney

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121509

Another Damaged Brain (Pink Floyd Tribute II)

Part 2 to Pink Floyd's Brain Damage from Dark Side of the Moon...



Hallucinating in my class,
Hallucinating in my class,
Dreaming of strange places I have never been,
I need to stay focused on my tasks.

Hallucinating in the room,
Hallucinating in my room,
A fly gets caught in a spider's web,
While whistling a familiar Broadway tune.

And if the tide continues, to rise above the pier,
And castles in the sand disappear.
And if your wading beyond the point of consciousness and fear.
I'll meet you where the waterline breaks the air.

Hallucinations seem so real,
Hallucinations seem surreal,
You act as if I feel no pain,
Nail windows shut to lock out rain.
You fill my bath,
To wash away the stains,
While all my toy boats float slowly out to sea.

And if the high-dive you climb looks down in empty air,
and the water's reflection seems too clear.
If you swim to reach the surface to find that its not there,
I'll meet where the waterline breaks the air.

My mind feels broken beyond repair.
I look in mirrors, see no one's there,
That no one's always difficult to find.

I ask others who never care,
All they do is watch and stare.
Look for reasons only to find I'm blind.

Life is bitter, never fair,
Reach for hands, grab only air,
And now I think I'm doing fine!

Hahahaha....



Copyright © August 2009
Kevin Mooney

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A Solemn Oath?

Do you sir take this woman,
To be your wedded wife?
To have and to hold, from this day forward,
To love the rest of your life?

I do Lord, take this woman,
And excercise my right.
To have my choice of any woman,
To cheat whenever I like.

For better or worse, for richer or poorer,
In sickness and good health?
To love and to cherish from this day forth,
'Til death presents itself?

Whether or not she's aware,
Children should not matter,
It's my right to have an affair,
A girlfriend if I'd rather.

In the presence of family and friends,
Do you take this man?
To be your faithful loving partner,
Until the very end?

I do Lord take this man,
With all his pronounced flaws,
If I change my future plans,
I denounce it all.

With the power vested in me,
I sanctify you both.
The hypocrisy of matrimony,
A not so solemn oath.




Copyright © December 2009
Kevin Mooney

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Where Heaven Used To Be

A child climbs on to a crowded bus,
He squeezes toward the back.
Around the middle,
Finds a seat and settles.
No one notices his backpack.

As his wait begins, more people cram in,
There’s hardly room to breath.
Two Jewish men,
Look down at him,
And smile as they start to leave.

It’s a busy day, before a holiday,
Most people just want to get home.
Many have fasted,
Others outlasted,
The scores of those traveling alone.

A siren screams by, just outside,
As the driver closes the door.
Folks try to see,
The calamity,
Exactly what the excitement’s for.

As the bus pulls away, those standing sway,
They’re packed like a can of sardines.
As the driver shifts gears,
Thoughts turn to prayers,
Anticipation turns tensions serene.

As it nears the next stop, those inside move up,
A large crowd is anxiously gathered.
People move forward.
Prepare to unboard.
No one cares about each others matters.

The boy closes his eyes and leans to one side,
Bows his head as if in prayer.
No one seems to notice,
His undeterred focus,
His solemn, unemotional stare.

His innocent face, seems out of place,
He cannot be more than thirteen.
As it comes to a stop,
All the lambs line up,
And in an instant they’re blown to smithereens.

On this solemn day, before a holiday,
A child climbed on to a bus.
A premeditated suicide,
Where scores of people died,
An act that makes no sense to us.

In a land long forlorn, where Jesus Christ was born,
Somewhere far beyond the Red Sea.
God’s laws are forsaken,
Lives brutally taken,
In a place where heaven used to be.


Copyright © November 2009
Kevin Mooney

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Brainwashed

Are we who we think we are?
In otherwords,
We believe what we are told,
Of generations old.
Truth's the written word.
Absurd?
Predetermined Future,
Surrealistic past.
Someone's perfect creature,
In flesh and bone we're cast.
Should we ask?
We are who we are?
At least that's what we believe.
That which we are taught,
Is that which we conceive?
Do you believe?


Copyright © May 2009
Kevin Mooney

The Paradox

Two are one, au contraire,
Separate lives for one to share.
I'll go your way, you go mine,
In the end, a single line.
Distant future, instant past,
Memories fade but always last.
Here tomorrow, gone today,
What's the matter, whose to say?
Hold on carefully with all your might,
As eagles fly into the night.
The sun sets earlier this time of year,
Smile, be happy, shed a tear.
God is gracious, God is kind,
Love is faceless, love is blind.
Listen closely and you shall see,
The only paradox here is me.



Copyright © May 2009
Kevin Mooney

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