The Art and Writing of KF Mosca: 2012

Monday, November 12, 2012

Today My Heart Breaks (Veteran's Day)

Today my heart breaks for the Men and Women
who would glady place their lives in the hands of political
leaders who use them to keep the freedoms they say we still have
but do you believe them?

They send our sons, daughters, neices, nephews
Mothers and Fathers off to another product
of the never ending war machine
Don't show the flag drapped coffins on the
glowing cable fed box
Don't show the loss of limb and life
don't show the grieving son and wife
Just show them what you want them to see
a freedom that really isn't free as you
Wipe your tears and watch reality TV

Don't look at the NDAA or what the TSA is doing
Don't look at the truth, look only at that
which is a force fed reality
Don't think, don't act, or say a word
--think outside the box and you are labeled
Un--Patriotic....Un--American.....Un--grateful for the sacrifices
they have made ALL FOR YOU
which of course, isn't true

Today my heart breaks for the Men and Women
who would glady place their lives in the hands of political
leaders who use them to keep the freedoms they say we still have
but do you believe them?

KF Mosca
Copyright 2012

Not to be used without the permisson of KF Mosca

Friday, August 24, 2012

Autumn

Can you feel it?

In the brisk morning air

autumn quickly approaches--wanting me

to embrace her with my whole being

These warm days of August remind me that

Summer still lingers and longs for

just one more lazy--hazy afternoon

Attempting to erase any thought of

shorter days--cool--brisk nights--sweaters--campfires

and falling leaves

With a mid-day summer's kiss

the warmth of the sun lingers until

the moon rises--and reminds us

that autumn will soon be on its way

KF Mosca

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Hands

Hands that reach

hands that feel

hands that hold

you very still

Hands that teach

hands that tear

hands that keep

you in despair

Hands that keep you silent

hands that hold your throat

hands that touch your stomach

hands that you hope won’t

Hands that hold your ankles

hands that touch your breast

hands that reach inside you

and take your very best

Hands that steal your soul

hands that drown your screams

hands that reach right through you

to rip apart your dreams

KF Mosca

Karma's Scoreboard

You say--

you know what we went through

you only know what he choose to disclose

trepidation encircles the soul

motivating you to construct

the paper wall of fear

You say—

you know my absolute position

a mighty oracle you be!

Parlor tricks do not impress

those that choose to see

vows disrespected your man discarded

caring not what carnage is left withering on the

golden highway that leads

to your dream come true

You are—

content to be enraptured by the

golden threaded spell the web he weaves

to ensure of your entrapment

Quaffing the enchanted nightcap

as you become enveloped

in a dream-state slumber

of his desire

Karma has awakened…

…and she is keeping score

KF Mosca

Nitram Rof

From the depths of a singed and blackened soul

the life essence of the untouchable sky god

stench oozing from your innermost being

sulfuric flames lapping genitals

that have gone flaccid

Sickly sweet prayers pour out to a

trampolined crucifix--rebounding--echoing

throughout the universe

falling,

falling back to earth in a listless THUMP!

POOF--the dust rises and settles

Desperate man that you’ve become

emulating the good Christian

in secret you cover your head with

the sackcloth of mourning while you think

no one is watching

KF Mosca

Monday, August 13, 2012

The Sinless Woman

A knowledge of the herbs

which men thought to be so shallow

gave healing to her neighbor

could send her to the gallows

With a bright and brilliant mind

dare she speak so out of turn

accusation would then cause

the innocent to burn

Rumors spread throughout the town

of her by the wicked

scared to find before the court

frightened, alone and naked

Stripped of all her dignity

before the so called righteous

tortured for her testimony

confession would please the pious

For principle and truth

would she never confess

to kindness as a crime

and die a woman sinless

By KF Mosca

KF Mosca Quotes

"You may love it or hate it, but if art does not make you feel something, it isn't doing its job."

“When you've paved the path with will, desire and persistence, you then stand at the door you have worked so hard to get to. The Universe hands you the key. You insert the key, open the door, and you walk into the gift that the Universe has been waiting to give you, but couldn't until you took the first step in paving the path."

"As long as those who came into my life to destroy it steer clear, I will have no reason to return the favor."

"When it comes to men, the Universe has given me a nice variety, like the dessert counter at a buffet; yummy, sweet and you can't help but indulge."

"The Universe has brought a nice selection of men into my life that has been what I have needed for a specific reason or time. When the Universe brings along Mr. Right, he won't be Mr. Right Now, he'll be Mr. Right On."

"I now have to exchange my little black book for a little black three ring binder."

"Have you ever felt at a specific moment in time, the stars align, and opportunity stands, knocking at your door? You can feel it and you can see it. At that specific moment, you know it is time to open the door; it is your golden opportunity, a true gift from life. You see that everything you have ever experienced has led you to this point in time; you take possession of the moment, and you fully own it."

"We see her and he is there, although we cannot see him with physical eyes, we still feel his presence." (John Lennon references after watching Yoko Ono perform).

"90 short years ago a woman gained the right to vote. I say...A woman who chooses not to vote, votes to keep her silent."

"When life seems to be kicking your ass, you get up, you turn around, you kick life in its ass, and you put life back in its place."

"There is no greater miracle than when one comes to the realization that there is no god, devil, monster, ghost or angel that can possibly do anything to stop our success when we put our mind to the task at hand."

"Because I only have one life to live, I live it to its fullest. I want passion, desire, tenderness, compassion, success, truth, joy, happiness and love. So I go for all that I want and I somehow get it. If I happen not to get what I go for, then it wasn't meant to be. I appreciate life and the gifts it bestows on me. These gifts may come in the form of hard lessons learned or in the beauty of something as simple as the fragrance of a rose on a crisp autumn morning. No matter what life brings my way, I have the ability to find the value in the lesson or the beauty in the gift."

By KF Mosca

Oh, To Be Free

Wretched soul

set me free from

this tormentous grieving

For I no longer

desire to dwell

in the depths of despair

Eternal rest

be my lover

as you are my longing

let sleep envelop my body

as vines

encrust the dead

Shroud this fallen angel

who so miserably fails

to take that final step

By KF Mosca

Monday, July 30, 2012

Sourdough and Sharp Cheddar

My friend flew to Paris

Sunday morning

she drank espresso at a café

on the Champs Elysees

Each day she would come to the café at one

and flirt with the waiter while she waited on him

to bring her sourdough and sharp cheddar

with just a touch of Dijon

By KF Mosca

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Feasting on the Innocent

Dance! Dance! Dance!

Little pumpkin princess

sweet cherry ballerina

virgin temple

rent.....in......two

Twirl! Twirl! Twirl!

Knotting the strings

as silent screams

fall on uncaring ears

Slicing through

the tender white flesh

as the Northern star

would not be..........diminished

Come! Come! Come!

To the banquet table

God is carving

the succulent prime rib

He commands Satan

pass the horseradish

to.......the................ faithful

Eat! Eat! Eat!

Mechanically feeding from

the trough of a legion of pigs

until all are overflowing

Gone in a puff of burnt ash

the white dove still searches

for.......a soul........to steal

By KF Mosca

End of Summer

How can she be so cruel

to sweep me away

and leave me alone

as autumn sings her funeral song

This longing that within me aches

to wrap myself in summer’s arms

as spring set forth to wipe away

the sleep

that formed

upon

my eyes

Then she came by summer breezes

flowing through

her gown of white

and I knew that I loved her

through her warmth

she held

me tight

Embraced by love eternal

lover of mine,

cannot

let

the end of summer is my madness

her arms are chilled

as sleep

enfolds me

By KF Mosca

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Thrift Sto' Shue Blues

                                                Cain’t afford smokes
                                                Cain’t afford booze
                                                          Cain’t afford gas
                                                          Cain’t afford shues

I think I got the thrift sto’ shue blues

                          I broke up with my man
                                       he was the cheatin’ kind
                                            moved out on my own
                                                      now I’m nothin’ but broke

All my money went here...........
                                                                                 ............all my money went there

                                                     the next thing I know
                                                   ain’t got no money nowhere

                        Went to walk in the rain
                                  felt my feet get all wet
                                         looked down at my shue
                                                     saw a hole in my sole

                                                                            Went to the local Thrift Sto'
                                                                                    saw some cute tennie shues
                                                                             slipped my foot right on in
                                                                                       they were the perfect fit

             Took my shues to the man
                       he said they’re a dolla ninety-nine
                                 said com’on Mister PLEASE!
                                         make then one twenty-nine

                                                                              He said there’s no way in hell
                                                                                I can drop down that price
                                                                              you’re outta luck pretty lady

                                                                                                   but you sho' look real nice

                So I picked up my pride
                           took my one twenty-nine
                                       walked out the door
                                              as the sun began to shine

                                                                                      One thing I’ve learned
                                                                                      and I’m happy to report
                                                                                     ain’t with no cheatin’ man
                                                                                    though I may be plum broke

                                                  Can’t afford smokes
                                                    can’t afford booze
                                                     can’t afford gas
                                                   can’t afford shues

I know I got the thrift sto’ shue blues

By KF Mosca

Friday, July 20, 2012

Mean Old Nasty Rooster

When I was just a little girl

about the age of 6

my momma had a hen house

where this mean

old

rooster

lived

One day while I was minding

the business of my self

that mean old nasty rooster

got to chasing me round the yard

Peck,

peck,

pecking

at my little legs

run,

running

as fast as I could

to get to the

top

my metal swing set

YELLING

for my daddy

CRYING

for my momma

kicking at that

mean old nasty rooster

Well...

daddy chased that rooster

round and round the yard

with his

BIG OLD leather belt.....

whipping its ass but good

Daddy put that rooster in a metal cage

and momma took it to the pound

that mean old nasty rooster

got what was coming to him . . .

.... He got

put

into

the ground

By KF Mosca