Richard M Moss MD

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Richard M Moss MD

The temple walls now crumble,
Rulers cower and mumble.
Planets collide in the sky,
The laws no longer apply.

Your cities are in ruin,
A tyrant’s grip does not loosen.
We reject your tired song,
Prove I am wrong.

You laughed at our pain,
And said we were insane.
What once lived now dies,
The people weep and ask why?

The streets are unsafe,
Citizens have lost faith.
Our schools do not teach,
Rulers, we can’t reach.

Your cities are in ruin,
A tyrant’s grip does not loosen.
We reject your tired song,
Prove I am wrong.

You silence our tongues,
But truth finds the young.
Your broken theories are a burden,
Don’t insult us with your sermon.

Judgment will fall upon your backs,
Your trains have left the track.
There is anger in the street,
Abandon those who cheat.

Your cities are in ruin,
A tyrant’s grip does not loosen.
I reject your tired song,
Prove I am wrong.

You remove breath from the people,
Your methods are not legal.
Weep for your graven images,
And your stolen privileges.

Your destiny is set,
Even the blind know the threat.
Your dogma is a brute,
You have tasted the forbidden fruit.

You have laid waste our mountains,
And drank from our fountains.
You have killed our captain,
But your defeat is now certain.

Your cities are in ruin,
A tyrant’s grip does not loosen.
We reject your tired song,
Prove I am wrong.

Prove I Am Wrong

The decimal of sorrow denies the eclipse,
And forsakes the legend of the ellipse.
Who guides the wind in the vortex of time?
And conceals the myth that commits the crime?

The hills bear witness of the invincible law,
Ignore the prophesy of a planet’s flaw.
Tears defy the code of the czar,
Jupiter laments the order of the star.

A daughter is victim to the theft of a king,
The orbits obscure the ministry of spring.
No prayer could protect the whisper of the valley,
Your tongue thirsts, now seek the alley.

A wound defies the logic of a scribe,
For the code is toppled by the lies of a tribe.
The music of sympathy obeys the crown,
Lies have descended by the theory of a noun.

Myths have broken the serenity of belief,
Truth has fallen in the promise of relief.
Rise up from the rubble of the edifice,
While high priests debate the precipice.

The hills bear witness of the invincible law,
And ignore the prophesy of a planet’s awe.
Tears defy the code of the czar,
Jupiter laments the order of the star.

The reign of the criminal is defied,
Obscure not the truth you deny,
The clouds will bow to the sword,
And admire the poetry of the chord.

Topple the theater of mystic lies,
The perverse calculus of cities is not wise.
Defend the children of the sacrament,
Fear not the sermon of the parliament.

Gather up the waters of the laughing child,
Dispel the pagan curse of the wild.
Dry the tears of the servants of Aaron,
Hear the laughter that conceals the sun.

The hills bear witness of the invincible law,
And ignores the prophesy of a planet’s awe.
Tears defy the code of the czar,
Jupiter laments the order of the star.

Jupiter Laments

For though He may injure,
Still there is danger.
Will you give pardon?
May your anger not harden.

Lord, give ear to thy servants,
We, who abide with serpents.
Hear us and have mercy,
For our souls are thirsty.
Repent before the Lord,
He shows favor or the sword.

Though He has smitten,
In your law, it is written.
After two days, He will revive us,
And summon you to His palace.

Lord hearken and give ear,
For we tremble in fear.
It is not for our goodness,
For our sins, we witness.

Thy name is upon Thy city,
We ask for your pity.
Turn us towards Thee,
And accept our plea.

Lord give ear to thy servants,
We who abide with serpents.
Hear us and have mercy,
For our souls are thirsty.
Repent before the Lord,
He shows favor or the sword.

Forgive us, we sin again,
Mortals live among men.
They seek your covenant,
Though your judgement is imminent.

God forgave iniquity.
Even To Moses in antiquity.
Remember unto us the blessing of Aaron,
May you forgive what we have done.

Lord give ear to thy servants,
We who abide with serpents.
Hear us and have mercy,
For our souls are thirsty.
Repent before the Lord,
He shows favor or the sword.

Repent

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The temple walls now crumble,
Rulers cower and mumble.
Planets collide in the sky,
The laws no longer apply.

Your cities are in ruin,
A tyrant’s grip does not loosen.
We reject your tired song,
Prove I am wrong.

You laughed at our pain,
And said we were insane.
What once lived now dies,
The people weep and ask why?

The streets are unsafe,
Citizens have lost faith.
Our schools do not teach,
Rulers, we can’t reach.

Your cities are in ruin,
A tyrant’s grip does not loosen.
We reject your tired song,
Prove I am wrong.

You silence our tongues,
But truth finds the young.
Your broken theories are a burden,
Don’t insult us with your sermon.

Judgment will fall upon your backs,
Your trains have left the track.
There is anger in the street,
Abandon those who cheat.

Your cities are in ruin,
A tyrant’s grip does not loosen.
I reject your tired song,
Prove I am wrong.

You remove breath from the people,
Your methods are not legal.
Weep for your graven images,
And your stolen privileges.

Your destiny is set,
Even the blind know the threat.
Your dogma is a brute,
You have tasted the forbidden fruit.

You have laid waste our mountains,
And drank from our fountains.
You have killed our captain,
But your defeat is now certain.

Your cities are in ruin,
A tyrant’s grip does not loosen.
We reject your tired song,
Prove I am wrong.

Prove I Am Wrong

The decimal of sorrow denies the eclipse,
And forsakes the legend of the ellipse.
Who guides the wind in the vortex of time?
And conceals the myth that commits the crime?

The hills bear witness of the invincible law,
Ignore the prophesy of a planet’s flaw.
Tears defy the code of the czar,
Jupiter laments the order of the star.

A daughter is victim to the theft of a king,
The orbits obscure the ministry of spring.
No prayer could protect the whisper of the valley,
Your tongue thirsts, now seek the alley.

A wound defies the logic of a scribe,
For the code is toppled by the lies of a tribe.
The music of sympathy obeys the crown,
Lies have descended by the theory of a noun.

Myths have broken the serenity of belief,
Truth has fallen in the promise of relief.
Rise up from the rubble of the edifice,
While high priests debate the precipice.

The hills bear witness of the invincible law,
And ignore the prophesy of a planet’s awe.
Tears defy the code of the czar,
Jupiter laments the order of the star.

The reign of the criminal is defied,
Obscure not the truth you deny,
The clouds will bow to the sword,
And admire the poetry of the chord.

Topple the theater of mystic lies,
The perverse calculus of cities is not wise.
Defend the children of the sacrament,
Fear not the sermon of the parliament.

Gather up the waters of the laughing child,
Dispel the pagan curse of the wild.
Dry the tears of the servants of Aaron,
Hear the laughter that conceals the sun.

The hills bear witness of the invincible law,
And ignores the prophesy of a planet’s awe.
Tears defy the code of the czar,
Jupiter laments the order of the star.

Jupiter Laments

For though He may injure,
Still there is danger.
Will you give pardon?
May your anger not harden.

Lord, give ear to thy servants,
We, who abide with serpents.
Hear us and have mercy,
For our souls are thirsty.
Repent before the Lord,
He shows favor or the sword.

Though He has smitten,
In your law, it is written.
After two days, He will revive us,
And summon you to His palace.

Lord hearken and give ear,
For we tremble in fear.
It is not for our goodness,
For our sins, we witness.

Thy name is upon Thy city,
We ask for your pity.
Turn us towards Thee,
And accept our plea.

Lord give ear to thy servants,
We who abide with serpents.
Hear us and have mercy,
For our souls are thirsty.
Repent before the Lord,
He shows favor or the sword.

Forgive us, we sin again,
Mortals live among men.
They seek your covenant,
Though your judgement is imminent.

God forgave iniquity.
Even To Moses in antiquity.
Remember unto us the blessing of Aaron,
May you forgive what we have done.

Lord give ear to thy servants,
We who abide with serpents.
Hear us and have mercy,
For our souls are thirsty.
Repent before the Lord,
He shows favor or the sword.

Repent

May I kiss you with a kiss?
Is this a pathway to bliss?
I seek comfort in your arms,
Such passion does not harm.

I cannot escape you in my dreams,
Your eyes sparkle as a stream.
When I am with you there is fire,
I am a prisoner of desire.

You are lovely beyond jewels,
To be apart from you is cruel.
Your embrace is a magic potion,
I am burning with emotion.

Comfort me with apples,
And other fruits I may sample.
I am a slave to passion,
May I enter your mansion?

I seek the wine of your lips,
And the flower of your hips.
You are daughter of the temple,
With your touch, I tremble.

I cannot escape you in my dreams,
Your eyes sparkle as a stream.
When I am with you there is fire,
I am a prisoner of desire.

I lie at night by your skin,
Can such passion be a sin?
Your bed is our chamber,
To love you is not labor.

You are a garden in bloom,
I enter your sacred room.
I enjoy the line of your curve,
Your beauty, I will serve.

I cannot be apart from you,
The poets always knew.
I will celebrate this heat,
When next do we meet?

I cannot escape you in my dreams,
Your eyes sparkle as a stream.
When I am with you there is fire,
I am a prisoner of desire.

Prisoner Of Desire

Will you kiss me if I ask?
Or will you hide behind a mask?
Is it asking too much?
To get close enough to touch?

Draw me close to your essence,
Desire grows in your presence.
O, daughter of a dove,
I need a shot of love.

My soul cries out to embrace,
Do I lack proper grace?
I seek your shadow with delight,
For my passion you incite.

I am a rebel in your tent,
You excite me with your scent.
Thou are fairest among all women,
I will come when you summon.

Will you sit at my table?
And let me live this fable?
Am I a stranger in your arms?
I cannot resist your charms.

Draw me close to your essence,
Desire grows in your presence.
O, daughter of a dove,
I need a shot of love.

Shall we wander in the garden?
If I hold you, will you pardon?
I’ll dress you in gold and silver,
As my heart begins to quiver.

Will you come into my room,
That our love may bloom.
You are the child of a dream,
Your voice, the laughter of a stream.

Draw me close to your essence,
Desire grows in your presence.
O, daughter of a dove,
I need a shot of love.

Shot Of Love

Random lines come by your lips,
You recite poems and I’ve read your scripts.
You are fair my love, there is no other,
I am not here to be your brother.

It’s your arms and kisses I seek,
Let’s dance, cheek to cheek.
I trust you have no objection,
I want love by injection.

You have ravished my heart,
Are you a living work of art?
You have been sculpted by a master,
Can you move a little faster?

Can you overdose on love?
We fit like hand in glove.
Honey and milk are upon your tongue,
There is passion when you’re young.

Your fragrance is like a garden,
For my desire, will you pardon?
You are a dream for there is no blemish,
For my longing, do not punish.

It’s your arms and kisses I seek,
Let’s dance, cheek to cheek.
I trust you have no objection,
I want love by injection.

Your every move is a mystery,
To be away from you is misery.
Until the night falls and the shadows are gone,
We will lie together until dawn.

I am yours and you are mine,
Your every kiss is like wine.
I cannot undo this flame,
Over my being and kisses you have claim.

It’s your arms and kisses I seek,
Let’s dance, cheek to cheek.
I trust you have no objection,
I want love by injection.

Love By Injection

When the new year opens,
To you we are beholden.
The dust of time humbles man,
And erases their sacred plan.

The Lord is my light and salvation,
He will save us from damnation.
The wicked and mine enemies,
Will fall by their vanities.

Though they encamp against me,
I am blessed for I stand with thee.
For only one thing have I desired,
To dwell in your temple and admire.

In time of trouble, You shall hide me,
Upon a rock, you shall set me.
In the secret of Your tabernacle,
You shall release my shackle.

The Lord is my light and salvation,
You will save us from damnation.
The wicked and mine enemies,
Will fall by their vanities.

When my mother and father forsake me,
I will stand in the shadow of your tree.
Then you will take me to your vineyard,
Against false witnesses you shall guard.

I will wait upon the Lord,
Though I may fall by the sword.
Deliver me not over to my foes,
For your goodness and mercy flows.

Hide not thy face from your servant,
Lead me from the serpent.
Lift my head above my rivals,
Their judgement is evil.

The Lord is my light and salvation,
You will save us from damnation.
The wicked and mine enemies,
Will fall by their vanities.

In Time of Trouble

The charisma of the universe cast a spell,
And created a mystery that none could tell.
The idols of the heathen are silver and gold,
In distant galaxies you must be bold.

Who sent wonders in the midst of Egypt?
And resolved the questions of the crypt.
Unbelievers are not proper scouts,
The laws of time defied Einstein’s doubt.

An invisible hand guided each ray of light,
And betrayed the wisdom of day and night.
There is magic in every seed and leaf,
None can see the hand of grief.

Poets wrote of the covenant of man,
And refused the tyranny of another plan.
Whispers of sleep refused the sacred map,
The teachings of the desert were not a trap.

Who sent wonders in the midst of Egypt,
And resolved the questions of the crypt.
The unbelievers were not proper scouts,
The laws of time defied Einstein’s doubt.

Did Moses stand amidst the fires of Sinai,
Or Jacob ignore his wounded thigh?
The Red Sea parted the bread of denial,
Scribes recorded the Pharoah’s trial.

The universe began in a moment of passion,
A King conceived the sacred mansion.
The holy numbers plotted the path,
There was no room for a feast of wrath.

It may displease the chattering class,
The measured throne descends at mass.
Nature’s sum is the structure of time,
To see God’s hand is not a crime.

Who sent wonders in the midst of Egypt,
And resolved the questions of the crypt.
The unbelievers were not proper scouts,
The laws of time defied Einstein’s doubt.

Einstein's Doubt

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The temple walls now crumble,
Rulers cower and mumble.
Planets collide in the sky,
The laws no longer apply.

Your cities are in ruin,
A tyrant’s grip does not loosen.
We reject your tired song,
Prove I am wrong.

You laughed at our pain,
And said we were insane.
What once lived now dies,
The people weep and ask why?

The streets are unsafe,
Citizens have lost faith.
Our schools do not teach,
Rulers, we can’t reach.

Your cities are in ruin,
A tyrant’s grip does not loosen.
We reject your tired song,
Prove I am wrong.

You silence our tongues,
But truth finds the young.
Your broken theories are a burden,
Don’t insult us with your sermon.

Judgment will fall upon your backs,
Your trains have left the track.
There is anger in the street,
Abandon those who cheat.

Your cities are in ruin,
A tyrant’s grip does not loosen.
I reject your tired song,
Prove I am wrong.

You remove breath from the people,
Your methods are not legal.
Weep for your graven images,
And your stolen privileges.

Your destiny is set,
Even the blind know the threat.
Your dogma is a brute,
You have tasted the forbidden fruit.

You have laid waste our mountains,
And drank from our fountains.
You have killed our captain,
But your defeat is now certain.

Your cities are in ruin,
A tyrant’s grip does not loosen.
We reject your tired song,
Prove I am wrong.

Prove I Am Wrong

The decimal of sorrow denies the eclipse,
And forsakes the legend of the ellipse.
Who guides the wind in the vortex of time?
And conceals the myth that commits the crime?

The hills bear witness of the invincible law,
Ignore the prophesy of a planet’s flaw.
Tears defy the code of the czar,
Jupiter laments the order of the star.

A daughter is victim to the theft of a king,
The orbits obscure the ministry of spring.
No prayer could protect the whisper of the valley,
Your tongue thirsts, now seek the alley.

A wound defies the logic of a scribe,
For the code is toppled by the lies of a tribe.
The music of sympathy obeys the crown,
Lies have descended by the theory of a noun.

Myths have broken the serenity of belief,
Truth has fallen in the promise of relief.
Rise up from the rubble of the edifice,
While high priests debate the precipice.

The hills bear witness of the invincible law,
And ignore the prophesy of a planet’s awe.
Tears defy the code of the czar,
Jupiter laments the order of the star.

The reign of the criminal is defied,
Obscure not the truth you deny,
The clouds will bow to the sword,
And admire the poetry of the chord.

Topple the theater of mystic lies,
The perverse calculus of cities is not wise.
Defend the children of the sacrament,
Fear not the sermon of the parliament.

Gather up the waters of the laughing child,
Dispel the pagan curse of the wild.
Dry the tears of the servants of Aaron,
Hear the laughter that conceals the sun.

The hills bear witness of the invincible law,
And ignores the prophesy of a planet’s awe.
Tears defy the code of the czar,
Jupiter laments the order of the star.

Jupiter Laments

For though He may injure,
Still there is danger.
Will you give pardon?
May your anger not harden.

Lord, give ear to thy servants,
We, who abide with serpents.
Hear us and have mercy,
For our souls are thirsty.
Repent before the Lord,
He shows favor or the sword.

Though He has smitten,
In your law, it is written.
After two days, He will revive us,
And summon you to His palace.

Lord hearken and give ear,
For we tremble in fear.
It is not for our goodness,
For our sins, we witness.

Thy name is upon Thy city,
We ask for your pity.
Turn us towards Thee,
And accept our plea.

Lord give ear to thy servants,
We who abide with serpents.
Hear us and have mercy,
For our souls are thirsty.
Repent before the Lord,
He shows favor or the sword.

Forgive us, we sin again,
Mortals live among men.
They seek your covenant,
Though your judgement is imminent.

God forgave iniquity.
Even To Moses in antiquity.
Remember unto us the blessing of Aaron,
May you forgive what we have done.

Lord give ear to thy servants,
We who abide with serpents.
Hear us and have mercy,
For our souls are thirsty.
Repent before the Lord,
He shows favor or the sword.

Repent

May I kiss you with a kiss?
Is this a pathway to bliss?
I seek comfort in your arms,
Such passion does not harm.

I cannot escape you in my dreams,
Your eyes sparkle as a stream.
When I am with you there is fire,
I am a prisoner of desire.

You are lovely beyond jewels,
To be apart from you is cruel.
Your embrace is a magic potion,
I am burning with emotion.

Comfort me with apples,
And other fruits I may sample.
I am a slave to passion,
May I enter your mansion?

I seek the wine of your lips,
And the flower of your hips.
You are daughter of the temple,
With your touch, I tremble.

I cannot escape you in my dreams,
Your eyes sparkle as a stream.
When I am with you there is fire,
I am a prisoner of desire.

I lie at night by your skin,
Can such passion be a sin?
Your bed is our chamber,
To love you is not labor.

You are a garden in bloom,
I enter your sacred room.
I enjoy the line of your curve,
Your beauty, I will serve.

I cannot be apart from you,
The poets always knew.
I will celebrate this heat,
When next do we meet?

I cannot escape you in my dreams,
Your eyes sparkle as a stream.
When I am with you there is fire,
I am a prisoner of desire.

Prisoner Of Desire

Will you kiss me if I ask?
Or will you hide behind a mask?
Is it asking too much?
To get close enough to touch?

Draw me close to your essence,
Desire grows in your presence.
O, daughter of a dove,
I need a shot of love.

My soul cries out to embrace,
Do I lack proper grace?
I seek your shadow with delight,
For my passion you incite.

I am a rebel in your tent,
You excite me with your scent.
Thou are fairest among all women,
I will come when you summon.

Will you sit at my table?
And let me live this fable?
Am I a stranger in your arms?
I cannot resist your charms.

Draw me close to your essence,
Desire grows in your presence.
O, daughter of a dove,
I need a shot of love.

Shall we wander in the garden?
If I hold you, will you pardon?
I’ll dress you in gold and silver,
As my heart begins to quiver.

Will you come into my room,
That our love may bloom.
You are the child of a dream,
Your voice, the laughter of a stream.

Draw me close to your essence,
Desire grows in your presence.
O, daughter of a dove,
I need a shot of love.

Shot Of Love

Random lines come by your lips,
You recite poems and I’ve read your scripts.
You are fair my love, there is no other,
I am not here to be your brother.

It’s your arms and kisses I seek,
Let’s dance, cheek to cheek.
I trust you have no objection,
I want love by injection.

You have ravished my heart,
Are you a living work of art?
You have been sculpted by a master,
Can you move a little faster?

Can you overdose on love?
We fit like hand in glove.
Honey and milk are upon your tongue,
There is passion when you’re young.

Your fragrance is like a garden,
For my desire, will you pardon?
You are a dream for there is no blemish,
For my longing, do not punish.

It’s your arms and kisses I seek,
Let’s dance, cheek to cheek.
I trust you have no objection,
I want love by injection.

Your every move is a mystery,
To be away from you is misery.
Until the night falls and the shadows are gone,
We will lie together until dawn.

I am yours and you are mine,
Your every kiss is like wine.
I cannot undo this flame,
Over my being and kisses you have claim.

It’s your arms and kisses I seek,
Let’s dance, cheek to cheek.
I trust you have no objection,
I want love by injection.

Love By Injection

About Me

Bio

Richard Moss, M.D., a surgeon practicing in Jasper, IN, was a candidate for Congress in 2016, 2018, and 2024. He has written “A Surgeon’s Odyssey,” “Matilda’s Triumph,” and “Empire of Eunuchs: How the Republican Party Betrayed America,” available on amazon.com. He also writes columns regularly and has been published in American Thinker, Western Journal, and Chronicles. He also writes poetry and song lyrics. Find more of his essays or contact him at richardmossmd.com and exodusmd.com. Visit Richard Moss, M.D. on Facebook, Twitter, Parler, Gettr, GAB, TruthSocial, and Instagram. Dr. Moss is married with four children.

CV/History

Richard Moss is a board-certified specialist in Otolaryngology-Head and Neck Surgery (Ear Nose and Throat). He earned his undergraduate degree in Biology at Indiana University and completed his Doctor of Medicine Degree at the Indiana University School of Medicine in Indianapolis. He is one of the original investors in the St. Thomas Surgery Center and a member of both the Indiana State Medical Association and the Academy of Otolaryngology-Head and Neck Surgery.
Between 1987 and 1990, he traveled extensively throughout Asia, serving as a visiting cancer surgeon on a voluntary basis at major medical centers in Thailand, Nepal, India, and Bangladesh. During his time in Hat-Yai, Thailand he met his future wife, Ying, a nurse at Prince of Songkla University Hospital. In 1991, Dr. Moss and Ying settled in Jasper, Indiana, to begin a private practice that has been in operation for over 30 years with offices in Jasper and Washington, Indiana.
Although Dr. Moss received little or no compensation during the three years he traveled in Asia, he considers them among the most rewarding periods of his life. He continues his volunteer work and extensive travel with his family around the world today, including lecturing and performing surgery on a limited basis. He has been to Central and South America, Europe, Africa, and Asia, and gives presentations of his travels and work overseas at local schools and churches.
Dr. Moss has written regular columns for Indiana newspapers, including The Dubois County Herald, The Indianapolis Star, The Evansville Courier and Press, The City County Observer, The Bloomington Herald-Times, and The Ferdinand News; more recently, he has written for American Thinker, Western Journal, Chronicles (Intellectual Take Out), and Indiana Policy Review. He had a local radio talk show, podcast, and videocast; he was the host of a local TV show, Yoga for Health. He also founded, owned, and operated local eateries, Bronx Bagel and Simply Pasta. He owns and manages (with his son, Noah) a real estate company, Sa
a Real Estate, LLC. He is a partner in an Assisted Living Facility, Legacy Living in Defiance, Ohio, and an investor and contributor in a new social media platform, PopTalk.io. He was a candidate for state representative for Indiana’s 63rd district in 2014, and for Congress for Indiana’s 8th district in 2016, 2018, and 2024. He has also started a local, grassroots organization, FrontLineFreedom1776, and is a frequent public speaker.
Dr. Moss and Ying have been married for over 30 years and have four children. He is also the author of the memoir Matilda’s Triumph, about his mother’s encounter with a devastating stroke intertwined with compelling vignettes of her as a young woman, raising her five sons as a single parent in the Bronx. He also wrote A Surgeon’s Odyssey about his travels and work as a volunteer cancer surgeon in Asia, and “Empire of Eunuchs: How the Republican Party Betrayed America. For more information, visit his website at richardmossmd.com and exodusmd.com. Find Richard Moss, M.D. on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Gettr, GAB, TruthSocial, and PopTalk.io.

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