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Poems

Suicide Machine

Surreal Poems


Suicide Machine  Surreal Poems by William Moss

Lie down upon burnt black pastures
Of blossoming red flowers of fresh cut roses and yellow tulips
That last no more than a life’s hour

I tried to keep laughing with them
At myself, and join 'em
But my throat and mind became dry
Only then, I knew my escape would be suicide

Don’t slit wrists around vampires
They’ll suck flesh to bone
Or leave hair torn and without a comb
While organs and muscles become a new empire of stone

I was going to commit suicide because of them
Because of him
Because of her
Because of me

But now that I can see
What I have seen
I have realized
Life is too grand to ruin
Over my whims of them.


Brain Damage - Plastic World

Surreal Poems


Brain Damage Plastic World - Surreal Poems by William Moss

A Dying Sun

Sing without a wisp of breath
Night has fallen, the day is done
And looking over the waterfront
The sunset cries, hating to die
All life is focused toward death
And unto death, do us part
Young or old it’s a start
Dying with or without dignity, morality, and purity
Doesn’t matter what is said or done
What matters is what we become

Our bodies decompose in the dirt of wet worms
A life of white lies, till we take ourselves alive

The sun has no choice
Nor a voice
It serves only to chase the blackness
From the white driven snow.

Puppet Show

A plastic puppet show
Where heroes become those who play child’s games
Heroes become those with the green
Heroes becomes those who are always seen
Heroes become those who are unkind and mean

Love not out of passion
But out of security and survival
Wealth enters the emotion of fear and respect
As the poor feel the biting tension of regret

A puppets show on a plastic stage
A parade of strings bound in a cage
A puppeteer biting the pop stars glue
Puppets biting the mind that guides you

Ego blinds good judgment
Wreckage is caused by road rage
My head keeps ringing
Think the puppets got a page.


Vampire Valentine

Gothic Horror Poems




Gothic Horror Songwords



Gothic House Vampires

Gothic Horror Poems


Gothic House Vampires Poems by William Moss



Gothic Horror Songwords


Gothic House Vampires Book by William Moss

Halloween Monsters

Gothic Horror Poems




Gothic Horror Songwords



History and Philosophy

A Spirit of One


A Spirit of One by William Moss

A Spirit of One is a unique and rare book of an American Indian tribe-the Caddo. The Caddo tribe dominated mid-America both socially and politically. This book reaches deep into the past history of the Caddo, and emphasizes the ways of the Caddo's social order, law, history and philosophy, and for the first time brings out cultural aspects unknown about the Caddo. The author descends from a hereditary line of Chiefs of the Oat Family, and is also a 1989 graduate from the University of Oklahoma with a degree in History and Political Science.


Songwords

Start Robot

Surreal Songwords


Start Robot Book by William Moss

Comfort Speed

 

Will anybody comfort me

Will anybody comfort me

 

Before I cry, twist and bleed

 

Will anybody comfort me

Will anybody comfort me

 

Before I cry, twist and bleed

 

I'll speed you up

And feed you all the greed

 

Please don't leave

Cause you've stopped the kneeding and bleeding

 

I sped you on

I sped you on

I sped you on

 

Upon my shelf


Plastic Yuppies

Surreal Songwords


Start Robot Book by William Moss

Corporate Storm

Sinister ministers prance upon holy ground
They wear blue and gray monkey suits and are bound
Gold is found in a new idea
Shareholders dream of the CEO’s crown

Imperialist soldiers search out every money sound
Capitalist investors monetarily crush every Red into the ground
Poverty stricken socialists stand in a bread line
Spending time but no a dime

And the storm has come
And it will never go away
It guides our lives
And folds us five

A silent storm comes upon this enchanted land
A storm, which affects every mouth and hand
A storm, which affects every one of this land
A Corporate Storm sifting through every grain of sand

And to these corporations we are all politically and economically bound
And now all life is focused upon the corporations sirens sound.


Short Stories

Three Nights of Bauhaus


Three Nights of Bauhaus by William Moss   Three Nights of Bauhaus by William Moss

The Disappearing Man


The Disappearing Man by William Moss

Surfside


Surfside by William Moss

A Catalog of Clones

And Other Short Stories
In Progress

The Desperate Artist

And Other Short Stories
In Progress


Novels

Inertia


Inertia by William Moss

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Vortex


Vortex by William Moss

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Vertigo


Vertigo by William Moss

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Indigo


Indigo by William Moss

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Bat Mo Bill


Bat Mo Bill by William Moss

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Bat Mo Bill
Blur Into Black


Bat Mo Bill by William Moss

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New York 9-11


New York 9-11 by William Moss

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The Good Samaritan


The

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Furies

In Progress

Football Hero

In Progress

The Matador Murders

In Progress

Chameleon Masquerade

In Progress

Dr. Dope

In Progress

Master Plaster

In Progress

Ghost of Spiderman

In Progress



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