STREET TALK AND MOORE

Poetry for the People: The Collection By: A.D. Moore

Friday, September 14, 2012

Coming Soon...! A.D. Moore to Release Vignettes of Vietnam

I'm proud to announce my upcoming work-Vignettes of Vietnam.
A compelling account of war stories, reflections and revelations you don't wanna' miss!

Stay tuned as details are released at a later date.
Thanks for your support and readership.
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Excerpts

From Street Talk and Moore

STREET LIFE

In the bowels of the city
Where dreams go untold
Children cry for their mothers
Junkies roam the streets
Bullets spray unsuspecting souls
People cry over shattered dreams
Forgotten, broken promises
Nothing is as it should be
They look, they listen
Searching for a way out...
Will they find it?

And survive street life.



LONELINESS

Sitting here all alone,
Waiting by a muted phone,
Wanting you to come back home,
I wonder where you've gone?
My mind, my soul, my heart bleed,
I know now there is a pressing need,
One in which I did not succeed,
All because I failed to heed.
So now I sit alone and grieve,
Oh why did I not believe!
I never knew that it would lead,

To my total emptiness...I plead.







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