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Richard M Moss MD

I went to temple, and read the prayer,
You were there, so precious and rare.
You had the wisdom of Solomon,
I was your adoring son.

Get my brushes, son, and my paint.
Why Mom, I asked, for she was my saint.
Just get them son, and I will fly,
To the heavens above to paint the sky.

Yes, Mom, I said,
With a spirit not faint.
I’ll soon find your brushes,
and your paints.

I looked under the benches,
It was urgent, I knew.
Behind the bushes,
By the rocks, I threw.
The sun was dropping and red like fire,
Its beauty, her passion, it did inspire.

How could she do it,
I wondered aloud.
Could she soar so high,
And paint the cloud.

Get my brushes, son, and my paint.
Why Mom, I asked, for she was my saint.
Just get them son, and I will fly,
To the heavens above to paint the sky.

I was only five,
When she commanded as such.
I would do it for my mother,
It was not asking much.

How could she do it?
I wondered aloud.
For a child like me,
I would be so proud.

I looked by the swings,
The see-saw and rocks.
I looked by the trees,
And in my socks.

I was on a mission,
A child for his mother.
She raised four brothers and me,
No one else could oversee.

Get my brushes, son, and my paint.
Why Mom, I asked, for she was my saint.
Just get them son, and I will fly,
To the heavens above to paint the sky.

I adored her like a queen,
She cared for us and kept us clean.
The five boys she raised,
To her we swore all praise.

She dressed and fed us,
And helped us to see.
The wonders of nature,
And for God, bend the knee.

I was her young prince,
She was my queen.
I would defend and guard her,
From those who were mean.

She taught us the bible,
And read the prayers.
She lit the candles,
In the kitchen by the stairs.

Get my brushes, son, and my paint.
Why Mom, I asked, for she was my saint.
Just get them son, and I will fly,
To the heavens above to paint the sky.

She taught us to believe,
And never to doubt.
To have faith in the Lord,
Inside and out.

I searched for her brushes and paints,
Hurry, so she may join the saints,
The sun was setting and red was the sky.
Paint heaven with God, I would not deny.

She laughed at her boy,
Still looking around.
Mom, the sun is setting,
It is crimson and round.

Mom, hurry, there is no time,
The clouds are on fire.
Help God paint the sky,
The moment is dire.

Come here, my son,
She said with a smile.
She held my hand and hugged me,
And we walked a while.

We’ll paint the sky another day,
My son, but we can pray.
At the wonders of nature,
And the God we obey.

Get my brushes, son, and my paint.
Why Mom, I asked, for she was my saint.
Just get them son, and I will fly,
To the heavens above to paint the sky.

Paint The Sky

Did banks and Wall Street conspire,
On who you should hire.
I’ve been here all these years,
Now my family is in tears.

I’ve been with the factory since school,
Now you treat me like a fool,
They work almost for nothing,
Lost my job, must mean something.

I lived here all my life,
My parents, kids, and my wife.
Now you cut us off at the hip,
You abandoned the mothership.

I went to school in this town,
You turned me into a clown.
Showed up on time, never missed a day,
Honest work for a working man’s pay.

I’ve been with the factory since school,
Now you treat me like a fool,
They work almost for nothing,
Lost my job, must mean something.

They crossed the border and came illegal,
Now they’re treated as regal.
No offense, they don’t speak English,
For my career, you did finish.

They come from south of the border,
Now there’s chaos and disorder.
Who gave them a pass?
Rich men, politicians, the privileged class.

I’ve been with the factory since school,
Now you treat me like a fool,
They work almost for nothing,
Lost my job, must mean something.

Now my kids go hungry.
What have you done to the country?
Legal, illegal, with no visa,
We can’t buy a slice of pizza.

They flood our schools, and take our jobs,
Go on welfare, like the mob.
There’s rape, murder, and fentanyl,
Many Americans will you kill?

Return to your countries, make Mexico great,
When you leave, please shut the gate.
They call it cheap labor, but it ain’t cheap,
Hire Americans, we ain’t sheep.

I’ve been with the factory since school,
Now you treat me like a fool,
They work almost for nothing,
Lost my job, must mean something.

Cheap labor or automation,
What’s happening to the nation?
Corporate elites sold us out,
What’s this all about?

I’ve been with the factory since school,
Now you treat me like a fool,
They work almost for nothing,
Lost my job, must mean something.

Make America great again,
Can you say it more plain?
People on the coasts, have a blast,
For the heartland, we are last.

Globalists forgot the nation,
Our demise you did hasten.
Foreign gangs run the neighborhood,
When will our rulers do good?

I’ve been with the factory since school,
Now you treat me like a fool,
They work almost for nothing,
Lost my job, must mean something.

Lost My Job

It was the mystery of your gaze,
You put me in a daze.
Are you a flower of the earth,
To love, you give birth.

I hear the singing of birds,
Lovely poems are your words.
I seek the comfort of your mansion,
This is an emergency of passion.

What is the secret of your magic,
To understand is not tragic.
You have ravished my aching heart,
Your every move is an art.

When I see you, I am overcome,
You are more luscious than a plumb,
Thy locks are as resplendent streams,
You exceed my fondest dreams.

I hear the singing of birds,
Lovely poems are your words.
I seek the comfort of your mansion,
This is an emergency of passion.

I adore the perfume of your valley,
I will have you gladly.
Your skin is silky as ripe fruit,
Your voice gentler than a flute.

I want the blossom of your love,
Will you be my dove?
Let my desire spill over,
We shall lie in tall clover.

I hear the singing of birds,
Lovely poems are your words.
I seek the comfort of your mansion,
This is an emergency of passion.

What magic do you have over me,
To my heart, you hold the key,
This heat is most intense,
Against such longing there is no defense.

Can I possess your mouth and skin?
In this contest, I can’t win.
May I enter your garden,
My desire, will you pardon?

I hear the singing of birds,
Lovely poems are your words.
I seek the comfort of your mansion,
This is an emergency of passion.

Who can defy the curve of your breasts,
Until I have you, I can’t rest.
You are the morning before dawn,
To you, I am forever drawn.

You are mine and I am yours,
For such hunger, there are no cures.
Rivers cannot quench this love,
May I enter without a glove.

I hear the singing of birds,
Lovely poems are your words.
I seek the comfort of your mansion,
This is an emergency of passion.

Emergency of Passion

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I went to temple, and read the prayer,
You were there, so precious and rare.
You had the wisdom of Solomon,
I was your adoring son.

Get my brushes, son, and my paint.
Why Mom, I asked, for she was my saint.
Just get them son, and I will fly,
To the heavens above to paint the sky.

Yes, Mom, I said,
With a spirit not faint.
I’ll soon find your brushes,
and your paints.

I looked under the benches,
It was urgent, I knew.
Behind the bushes,
By the rocks, I threw.
The sun was dropping and red like fire,
Its beauty, her passion, it did inspire.

How could she do it,
I wondered aloud.
Could she soar so high,
And paint the cloud.

Get my brushes, son, and my paint.
Why Mom, I asked, for she was my saint.
Just get them son, and I will fly,
To the heavens above to paint the sky.

I was only five,
When she commanded as such.
I would do it for my mother,
It was not asking much.

How could she do it?
I wondered aloud.
For a child like me,
I would be so proud.

I looked by the swings,
The see-saw and rocks.
I looked by the trees,
And in my socks.

I was on a mission,
A child for his mother.
She raised four brothers and me,
No one else could oversee.

Get my brushes, son, and my paint.
Why Mom, I asked, for she was my saint.
Just get them son, and I will fly,
To the heavens above to paint the sky.

I adored her like a queen,
She cared for us and kept us clean.
The five boys she raised,
To her we swore all praise.

She dressed and fed us,
And helped us to see.
The wonders of nature,
And for God, bend the knee.

I was her young prince,
She was my queen.
I would defend and guard her,
From those who were mean.

She taught us the bible,
And read the prayers.
She lit the candles,
In the kitchen by the stairs.

Get my brushes, son, and my paint.
Why Mom, I asked, for she was my saint.
Just get them son, and I will fly,
To the heavens above to paint the sky.

She taught us to believe,
And never to doubt.
To have faith in the Lord,
Inside and out.

I searched for her brushes and paints,
Hurry, so she may join the saints,
The sun was setting and red was the sky.
Paint heaven with God, I would not deny.

She laughed at her boy,
Still looking around.
Mom, the sun is setting,
It is crimson and round.

Mom, hurry, there is no time,
The clouds are on fire.
Help God paint the sky,
The moment is dire.

Come here, my son,
She said with a smile.
She held my hand and hugged me,
And we walked a while.

We’ll paint the sky another day,
My son, but we can pray.
At the wonders of nature,
And the God we obey.

Get my brushes, son, and my paint.
Why Mom, I asked, for she was my saint.
Just get them son, and I will fly,
To the heavens above to paint the sky.

Paint The Sky

Did banks and Wall Street conspire,
On who you should hire.
I’ve been here all these years,
Now my family is in tears.

I’ve been with the factory since school,
Now you treat me like a fool,
They work almost for nothing,
Lost my job, must mean something.

I lived here all my life,
My parents, kids, and my wife.
Now you cut us off at the hip,
You abandoned the mothership.

I went to school in this town,
You turned me into a clown.
Showed up on time, never missed a day,
Honest work for a working man’s pay.

I’ve been with the factory since school,
Now you treat me like a fool,
They work almost for nothing,
Lost my job, must mean something.

They crossed the border and came illegal,
Now they’re treated as regal.
No offense, they don’t speak English,
For my career, you did finish.

They come from south of the border,
Now there’s chaos and disorder.
Who gave them a pass?
Rich men, politicians, the privileged class.

I’ve been with the factory since school,
Now you treat me like a fool,
They work almost for nothing,
Lost my job, must mean something.

Now my kids go hungry.
What have you done to the country?
Legal, illegal, with no visa,
We can’t buy a slice of pizza.

They flood our schools, and take our jobs,
Go on welfare, like the mob.
There’s rape, murder, and fentanyl,
Many Americans will you kill?

Return to your countries, make Mexico great,
When you leave, please shut the gate.
They call it cheap labor, but it ain’t cheap,
Hire Americans, we ain’t sheep.

I’ve been with the factory since school,
Now you treat me like a fool,
They work almost for nothing,
Lost my job, must mean something.

Cheap labor or automation,
What’s happening to the nation?
Corporate elites sold us out,
What’s this all about?

I’ve been with the factory since school,
Now you treat me like a fool,
They work almost for nothing,
Lost my job, must mean something.

Make America great again,
Can you say it more plain?
People on the coasts, have a blast,
For the heartland, we are last.

Globalists forgot the nation,
Our demise you did hasten.
Foreign gangs run the neighborhood,
When will our rulers do good?

I’ve been with the factory since school,
Now you treat me like a fool,
They work almost for nothing,
Lost my job, must mean something.

Lost My Job

It was the mystery of your gaze,
You put me in a daze.
Are you a flower of the earth,
To love, you give birth.

I hear the singing of birds,
Lovely poems are your words.
I seek the comfort of your mansion,
This is an emergency of passion.

What is the secret of your magic,
To understand is not tragic.
You have ravished my aching heart,
Your every move is an art.

When I see you, I am overcome,
You are more luscious than a plumb,
Thy locks are as resplendent streams,
You exceed my fondest dreams.

I hear the singing of birds,
Lovely poems are your words.
I seek the comfort of your mansion,
This is an emergency of passion.

I adore the perfume of your valley,
I will have you gladly.
Your skin is silky as ripe fruit,
Your voice gentler than a flute.

I want the blossom of your love,
Will you be my dove?
Let my desire spill over,
We shall lie in tall clover.

I hear the singing of birds,
Lovely poems are your words.
I seek the comfort of your mansion,
This is an emergency of passion.

What magic do you have over me,
To my heart, you hold the key,
This heat is most intense,
Against such longing there is no defense.

Can I possess your mouth and skin?
In this contest, I can’t win.
May I enter your garden,
My desire, will you pardon?

I hear the singing of birds,
Lovely poems are your words.
I seek the comfort of your mansion,
This is an emergency of passion.

Who can defy the curve of your breasts,
Until I have you, I can’t rest.
You are the morning before dawn,
To you, I am forever drawn.

You are mine and I am yours,
For such hunger, there are no cures.
Rivers cannot quench this love,
May I enter without a glove.

I hear the singing of birds,
Lovely poems are your words.
I seek the comfort of your mansion,
This is an emergency of passion.

Emergency of Passion

You have fallen by your iniquity,
So has it been since antiquity.
You refused the testimony,
And succumbed to the ceremony.

Planets bore witness to your enchantments,
Rulers defied the endorsements.
A cruel calculus challenged the sun,
Sin prevailed O Daughter of Babylon.

Your vestments refused to honor a child,
Miseries of a curse were not mild.
Falsehoods decorated your balcony,
Hanging gardens denied the agony.

Your equations will be destroyed,
Frauds conspired in the tragedy of the void.
They moved the captives resolute in prayer,
None defied the priests that swear.

Planets bore witness to your enchantments,
Rulers defied the endorsements.
A cruel calculus challenged the sun,
Sin prevailed O Daughter of Babylon.

You ignored the edifice in Jerusalem,
The unclean poem you did not condemn.
Who will destroy the solemn estate?
Mercy succumbed to the right hand of fate.

Your streets lost to the sins of elders,
The broken math voices only slanders.
Happy is the one who repays your sins,
Thy nakedness is uncovered, thy shame is seen.

Planets bore witness to your enchantments,
Rulers defied the endorsements.
A cruel calculus challenged the sun,
Sin prevailed O Daughter of Babylon.

Come rest in the dust,
Your mouth we dare not trust.
For your nakedness and shame will convert,
And the orbit of prayer you shall subvert.

Sit silent before the broken witness,
The treachery of the throne does not confess.
Lady of the Chaldeans denies sorcery,
Abandon now the forgery.

Babylon has fallen by your seduction,
The geometry of sin is a fiction.
In the science of your betrayal,
Isaiah exposed the denial.

Planets bore witness to your enchantments,
Rulers defied the endorsements.
A cruel calculus challenged the sun,
Sin prevailed O Daughter of Babylon.

Daughter Of Babylon

You have feminine power,
Was this my hour?
You have beauty and grace,
And well worth the chase.

I saw the magic of your smile,
You slayed me with your style.
Your charm and beauty were a tower,
Can I have you, Jasmine flower.

Poets have told your story,
And wrote songs to your glory.
You were music and sunlight,
I surrendered without a fight.

In you lived the sun and earth,
To magic spells you gave birth,
When you speak I hear a river,
You make my heart quiver.

I saw the magic of your smile,
You slayed me with your style.
Your charm and beauty were a tower,
Can I have you, Jasmine flower.

You are a sun at midnight,
My passion you ignite,
Autumn sunsets you reflect,
This love, the world must respect.

Your colors are white and yellow,
I want to be your loyal fellow.
Raise your veil and take my love,
I will touch you with a glove.

I saw the magic of your smile,
You slayed me with your style.
Your charm and beauty were a tower,
Can I have you, Jasmine flower.

You have a powerful scent,
Will you come into my tent?
You live in my dreams,
I am floating downstream.

You are native to the tropics,
And always the topic.
You wear your colors with honor,
The world we shall wander.

I saw the magic of your smile,
You slayed me with your style.
Your charm and beauty were a tower,
Can I have you, Jasmine flower.

Jasmine Flower

Are you an emissary of the sun,
Who exceeds your beauty, there is none.
Spring announces your ascent,
For such splendor, angels give consent.

Can I study your heart?
Your every move is an art.
Do I go on this ramble?
Love is a gamble.

You plucked me from obscurity,
I need some security.
Am I out of my league?
Do I show signs of fatigue?

Did you fall from the sky?
This love you can’t buy.
Am I the only one?
My soul, you already won.

Can I study your heart?
Your every move is an art.
Do I go on this ramble?
Love is a gamble.

Ecstasy is not a science,
Do you have a license?
You have cast a spell,
From heaven you fell.

Your lips are flowers in spring,
Did you arrive on a wing?
You are my queen, am I your king?
Or a puppet on a string?

Your beauty launched a thousand ships,
Does love follow a simple script?
When I look in your eyes, I hesitate,
I’ll take your hand and accept my fate.

Can I study your heart?
Your every move is an art.
Do I go on this ramble?
Love is a gamble.

Love Is A Gamble

Darkness summons the fallen soul,
The wretched hold diamonds and coal.
When you walk you shall stumble,
And your castles will crumble.

Secrets defy the vanity of earth,
Lament the secret of miraculous birth.
The myth of sorrow will now assert,
He shall give rivers in the desert.

The fruits of madness refuse your wine,
Are you weary of suns that shine?
Where are the blind that see?
Fear not, flowers still walk among thee.

Witness the madness of the imperial knife,
Clouds celebrate the shadow of the wife.
Declare the ministry of the wounded servant,
Babylon orbits the forest of the serpent.

Secrets defy the vanity of earth,
Lament the secret of miraculous birth.
The myth of sorrow will now assert,
He shall give rivers in the desert.

The chariots and the army rest in the field,
Jacob praises the music of the shield.
Even the betrayal of the beast and the city,
Still will defy the season and show pity.

Shadows may denounce the sun,
The chosen will drink the waters of the One.
Art thou weary, O Israel, of the Father?
Recall the redemption of your brother.

You drank from the waters of the wilderness,
Your dreams of vice you did not confess.
Stumble in the canopy of youth and sin,
Reproaches shall anoint your skin.
Thy teachers obscured the sanctuary,
And profaned the prince of the estuary.

Secrets defy the vanity of earth,
Lament the secret of miraculous birth.
The myth of sorrow will now assert,
He shall give rivers in the desert.

Rivers In The Desert

In the season of repentance,
I bow in your presence.
Revive me on the third day,
That my heart will not stray.

Lead not my thoughts to evil,
I seek a path that is peaceful.
May I preserve my innocence,
And set forth my prayer as incense.

Remember the covenant with Abraham,
And the sacrifice of the lamb.
May my prayers be as fragrance,
I see you in the distance.

Remember Isaac bound on the altar,
The righteous shall not falter.
Set a watch, O Lord, upon my mouth,
Incline not my heart to the south.

Lead not my thoughts to evil,
I seek a path that is peaceful.
May I preserve my innocence,
And set forth my prayer as incense.

Recall the covenant with Jacob.
Withhold the ceremony of the bishop.
Forget not the lifting of my hands,
And the temple amidst desert sands.

Keep me from the wicked works of men,
Will the righteous smite me, then?
Pardon my iniquity and my sin,
False judges shall not win.

Lead not my thoughts to evil,
I seek a path that is peaceful.
May I preserve my innocence,
And set forth my prayer as incense.

Mine eyes are upon thee, O God,
Protect me from snares with thy rod.
Though you may scatter our bones,
Falsehoods fall upon the stones.

In Thee is my trust,
Even as we return to the dust.
The wicked fall in their own net,
We thus escape their threat.

Lead not my thoughts to evil,
I seek a path that is peaceful.
May I preserve my innocence,
And set forth my prayer as incense.

Set Forth My Prayer As Incense

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I went to temple, and read the prayer,
You were there, so precious and rare.
You had the wisdom of Solomon,
I was your adoring son.

Get my brushes, son, and my paint.
Why Mom, I asked, for she was my saint.
Just get them son, and I will fly,
To the heavens above to paint the sky.

Yes, Mom, I said,
With a spirit not faint.
I’ll soon find your brushes,
and your paints.

I looked under the benches,
It was urgent, I knew.
Behind the bushes,
By the rocks, I threw.
The sun was dropping and red like fire,
Its beauty, her passion, it did inspire.

How could she do it,
I wondered aloud.
Could she soar so high,
And paint the cloud.

Get my brushes, son, and my paint.
Why Mom, I asked, for she was my saint.
Just get them son, and I will fly,
To the heavens above to paint the sky.

I was only five,
When she commanded as such.
I would do it for my mother,
It was not asking much.

How could she do it?
I wondered aloud.
For a child like me,
I would be so proud.

I looked by the swings,
The see-saw and rocks.
I looked by the trees,
And in my socks.

I was on a mission,
A child for his mother.
She raised four brothers and me,
No one else could oversee.

Get my brushes, son, and my paint.
Why Mom, I asked, for she was my saint.
Just get them son, and I will fly,
To the heavens above to paint the sky.

I adored her like a queen,
She cared for us and kept us clean.
The five boys she raised,
To her we swore all praise.

She dressed and fed us,
And helped us to see.
The wonders of nature,
And for God, bend the knee.

I was her young prince,
She was my queen.
I would defend and guard her,
From those who were mean.

She taught us the bible,
And read the prayers.
She lit the candles,
In the kitchen by the stairs.

Get my brushes, son, and my paint.
Why Mom, I asked, for she was my saint.
Just get them son, and I will fly,
To the heavens above to paint the sky.

She taught us to believe,
And never to doubt.
To have faith in the Lord,
Inside and out.

I searched for her brushes and paints,
Hurry, so she may join the saints,
The sun was setting and red was the sky.
Paint heaven with God, I would not deny.

She laughed at her boy,
Still looking around.
Mom, the sun is setting,
It is crimson and round.

Mom, hurry, there is no time,
The clouds are on fire.
Help God paint the sky,
The moment is dire.

Come here, my son,
She said with a smile.
She held my hand and hugged me,
And we walked a while.

We’ll paint the sky another day,
My son, but we can pray.
At the wonders of nature,
And the God we obey.

Get my brushes, son, and my paint.
Why Mom, I asked, for she was my saint.
Just get them son, and I will fly,
To the heavens above to paint the sky.

Paint The Sky

Did banks and Wall Street conspire,
On who you should hire.
I’ve been here all these years,
Now my family is in tears.

I’ve been with the factory since school,
Now you treat me like a fool,
They work almost for nothing,
Lost my job, must mean something.

I lived here all my life,
My parents, kids, and my wife.
Now you cut us off at the hip,
You abandoned the mothership.

I went to school in this town,
You turned me into a clown.
Showed up on time, never missed a day,
Honest work for a working man’s pay.

I’ve been with the factory since school,
Now you treat me like a fool,
They work almost for nothing,
Lost my job, must mean something.

They crossed the border and came illegal,
Now they’re treated as regal.
No offense, they don’t speak English,
For my career, you did finish.

They come from south of the border,
Now there’s chaos and disorder.
Who gave them a pass?
Rich men, politicians, the privileged class.

I’ve been with the factory since school,
Now you treat me like a fool,
They work almost for nothing,
Lost my job, must mean something.

Now my kids go hungry.
What have you done to the country?
Legal, illegal, with no visa,
We can’t buy a slice of pizza.

They flood our schools, and take our jobs,
Go on welfare, like the mob.
There’s rape, murder, and fentanyl,
Many Americans will you kill?

Return to your countries, make Mexico great,
When you leave, please shut the gate.
They call it cheap labor, but it ain’t cheap,
Hire Americans, we ain’t sheep.

I’ve been with the factory since school,
Now you treat me like a fool,
They work almost for nothing,
Lost my job, must mean something.

Cheap labor or automation,
What’s happening to the nation?
Corporate elites sold us out,
What’s this all about?

I’ve been with the factory since school,
Now you treat me like a fool,
They work almost for nothing,
Lost my job, must mean something.

Make America great again,
Can you say it more plain?
People on the coasts, have a blast,
For the heartland, we are last.

Globalists forgot the nation,
Our demise you did hasten.
Foreign gangs run the neighborhood,
When will our rulers do good?

I’ve been with the factory since school,
Now you treat me like a fool,
They work almost for nothing,
Lost my job, must mean something.

Lost My Job

It was the mystery of your gaze,
You put me in a daze.
Are you a flower of the earth,
To love, you give birth.

I hear the singing of birds,
Lovely poems are your words.
I seek the comfort of your mansion,
This is an emergency of passion.

What is the secret of your magic,
To understand is not tragic.
You have ravished my aching heart,
Your every move is an art.

When I see you, I am overcome,
You are more luscious than a plumb,
Thy locks are as resplendent streams,
You exceed my fondest dreams.

I hear the singing of birds,
Lovely poems are your words.
I seek the comfort of your mansion,
This is an emergency of passion.

I adore the perfume of your valley,
I will have you gladly.
Your skin is silky as ripe fruit,
Your voice gentler than a flute.

I want the blossom of your love,
Will you be my dove?
Let my desire spill over,
We shall lie in tall clover.

I hear the singing of birds,
Lovely poems are your words.
I seek the comfort of your mansion,
This is an emergency of passion.

What magic do you have over me,
To my heart, you hold the key,
This heat is most intense,
Against such longing there is no defense.

Can I possess your mouth and skin?
In this contest, I can’t win.
May I enter your garden,
My desire, will you pardon?

I hear the singing of birds,
Lovely poems are your words.
I seek the comfort of your mansion,
This is an emergency of passion.

Who can defy the curve of your breasts,
Until I have you, I can’t rest.
You are the morning before dawn,
To you, I am forever drawn.

You are mine and I am yours,
For such hunger, there are no cures.
Rivers cannot quench this love,
May I enter without a glove.

I hear the singing of birds,
Lovely poems are your words.
I seek the comfort of your mansion,
This is an emergency of passion.

Emergency of Passion

You have fallen by your iniquity,
So has it been since antiquity.
You refused the testimony,
And succumbed to the ceremony.

Planets bore witness to your enchantments,
Rulers defied the endorsements.
A cruel calculus challenged the sun,
Sin prevailed O Daughter of Babylon.

Your vestments refused to honor a child,
Miseries of a curse were not mild.
Falsehoods decorated your balcony,
Hanging gardens denied the agony.

Your equations will be destroyed,
Frauds conspired in the tragedy of the void.
They moved the captives resolute in prayer,
None defied the priests that swear.

Planets bore witness to your enchantments,
Rulers defied the endorsements.
A cruel calculus challenged the sun,
Sin prevailed O Daughter of Babylon.

You ignored the edifice in Jerusalem,
The unclean poem you did not condemn.
Who will destroy the solemn estate?
Mercy succumbed to the right hand of fate.

Your streets lost to the sins of elders,
The broken math voices only slanders.
Happy is the one who repays your sins,
Thy nakedness is uncovered, thy shame is seen.

Planets bore witness to your enchantments,
Rulers defied the endorsements.
A cruel calculus challenged the sun,
Sin prevailed O Daughter of Babylon.

Come rest in the dust,
Your mouth we dare not trust.
For your nakedness and shame will convert,
And the orbit of prayer you shall subvert.

Sit silent before the broken witness,
The treachery of the throne does not confess.
Lady of the Chaldeans denies sorcery,
Abandon now the forgery.

Babylon has fallen by your seduction,
The geometry of sin is a fiction.
In the science of your betrayal,
Isaiah exposed the denial.

Planets bore witness to your enchantments,
Rulers defied the endorsements.
A cruel calculus challenged the sun,
Sin prevailed O Daughter of Babylon.

Daughter Of Babylon

You have feminine power,
Was this my hour?
You have beauty and grace,
And well worth the chase.

I saw the magic of your smile,
You slayed me with your style.
Your charm and beauty were a tower,
Can I have you, Jasmine flower.

Poets have told your story,
And wrote songs to your glory.
You were music and sunlight,
I surrendered without a fight.

In you lived the sun and earth,
To magic spells you gave birth,
When you speak I hear a river,
You make my heart quiver.

I saw the magic of your smile,
You slayed me with your style.
Your charm and beauty were a tower,
Can I have you, Jasmine flower.

You are a sun at midnight,
My passion you ignite,
Autumn sunsets you reflect,
This love, the world must respect.

Your colors are white and yellow,
I want to be your loyal fellow.
Raise your veil and take my love,
I will touch you with a glove.

I saw the magic of your smile,
You slayed me with your style.
Your charm and beauty were a tower,
Can I have you, Jasmine flower.

You have a powerful scent,
Will you come into my tent?
You live in my dreams,
I am floating downstream.

You are native to the tropics,
And always the topic.
You wear your colors with honor,
The world we shall wander.

I saw the magic of your smile,
You slayed me with your style.
Your charm and beauty were a tower,
Can I have you, Jasmine flower.

Jasmine Flower

Are you an emissary of the sun,
Who exceeds your beauty, there is none.
Spring announces your ascent,
For such splendor, angels give consent.

Can I study your heart?
Your every move is an art.
Do I go on this ramble?
Love is a gamble.

You plucked me from obscurity,
I need some security.
Am I out of my league?
Do I show signs of fatigue?

Did you fall from the sky?
This love you can’t buy.
Am I the only one?
My soul, you already won.

Can I study your heart?
Your every move is an art.
Do I go on this ramble?
Love is a gamble.

Ecstasy is not a science,
Do you have a license?
You have cast a spell,
From heaven you fell.

Your lips are flowers in spring,
Did you arrive on a wing?
You are my queen, am I your king?
Or a puppet on a string?

Your beauty launched a thousand ships,
Does love follow a simple script?
When I look in your eyes, I hesitate,
I’ll take your hand and accept my fate.

Can I study your heart?
Your every move is an art.
Do I go on this ramble?
Love is a gamble.

Love Is A Gamble

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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