The Moon



Blue is the halo that surrounds the moon
At this moment time hesitates
Not in awe but in wonder at its beauty
In the wondering of meaning and purpose of being
The blurred colors of life will return with the day
Like cars passing close on the worlds freeways
Phones ringing pinging blinking cars beeping voices blending
The cacophony of the city rises to the sky around and above us
At this moment there is the moon and its halo
Some of life’s answers are glimpsed in these moments of reflection
The moon is a true friend as it climbs into the sky
Full and bright at its best screaming see me I am here
Quaint and kind as it wanes and finds its way to the horizon
It leaves us for days but always returns when we are truly lost in darkness
At this moment there is the moon and its halo and tonight we walk in its light

KA Moore

On Relationship

Sleep Walking
Fast Talking
Voice Calming
Touched with Grace
Beauty Taste
Outer Space
Sleeping Sound
Slowing Down
Peace I’ve Found
Feet on Ground



Slightly blurry photo of the original painting –  Painting and Photo by KAMoore




Stark Raven Mad

Sculpture and Photo by KAMoore


Glaring, Hopping, Flying, Squawking
The Ravens caw always talking
To me it spoke of dead men walking

Obsidian eyes fire down inside
Skulls and bones tossed aside
Seeds of death sewn and strewn

A Murder gathers screeching doom
The world spins round
Ravens croon


Sculpture and photos by KAMoore



Crazy Talk

Photo by KAMoore

Psycho babble
Thoughts zig and zaggle
Brain plays tricks
Crawling with ticks
Eating my Soul
Slurping from a bowl
Dead birds decay
Dragons to slay
Walk in your sleep
Promises to keep
Lucid dreams
As real as it seems
Flashbacks scream
No chips to redeem
Born to die
Unable to fly
Cant make me cry
Ever wonder why
Fear it may find you
I won’t let it bind you
Curled on the floor
Raving to a door
Suggest a fix
Pick off the ticks
Wipe my brow
Tip a cow
What did you say

Oh that was me









Center on The Word of the day

Small Pyramid Sculpture – Sculpture and photo by KAMoore 

The Center
A nice place to be
Finding ones middle
Not to the left or the right
A place of calm understanding
It takes much searching to find it
When you do It is even harder to keep
The world constantly working against you
Pushing and shoving To keep you from peace
Is it the nature of humans To fight and cause strife
Imbalance trying to surround us as it cuts like a knife
I will keep fighting to stay there through art and the like
Overcoming much struggle and conflict To walk in the light