The Worthy Hour - A Poem by Moe

Colorblind ;-)

for what is shown to me this hour

brighter than the sweetened flower

a beauty laced by passion's clay

finds worth beyond the daunted grey

such shine is graced from deep within

and found among the ash of sin

the kind that seasoned eyes can see

that's set apart for those made free

come claim this glory twixt the tares

and lay to rest all worldly cares

walk knowing now this beauty's worth

make sweet the soil of this new earth

~Moses

Deconstruction...

"...For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind..."

Deconstructed...abducted by another side of me. The side that looks to heaven for respite and release that puts aside my pride to seek help. The only help that comes when you cry from the inside. The only part that understands that life is more than the news of the day that showcases the ugliness of man for ratings. I refuse hatred and anger access to my soul. I refuse bitterness towards them that tell me my brother is my enemy. Them that choose to hide true threats by causing many to cry that everything is a threat. I refuse their power over me. I deny them access to my heart. I deny them access to my faith. Tonight my faith remains strong as my help comes from on high.

Reason and truth solidify my faith to let me know that love is all. The faith that extends from another plain. The only plain that truly matters. I see darkness and rise above it to extend hands of healing for my life, my loves, my nation and this world. I rise above it to move the heavens and the earth for the plan at hand. I see His eyes, her hands, her lips, my skin...her joy. 

Deconstructed to reconstruct into what evil cannot touch or ever have. To see the brighter, the better...even in this darkness I am overcome by light. Truth is mine...love is mine. Life is...beautiful.

Now...I am power. His own...join me...

~Moses Apollo

The Wretched Writ - A Poem by Moe

"...mourning that day when far from the ashes shall rise..."

oh wicked crawling dirty wretch

I ran the wild when you said fetch

those hours drenched in sweaty sin

that fed off hunger pains within

surrendered flesh that came to learn

a raging lust designed to earn

the breathless sighs that cried for more

from timely visits at my door

in time I came to learn the crave

and ceased to be the willing slave

unbridled passion twas my scroll

now comely writ within my soul

~Moses Apollo 

Man Of War - A Poem by Moe

"...except you...you were talkin bout the end of the world..."

oh man of war what is this fire

your belly holds inside

that sword unsheathed should fuel desire

for vexing distant hide

the moon and stars make plain the heights

that feed all wars acclaim

for conquered slain that take their flights

keep marks that scream your name

you seek out time to sheath your sword

and ease your restless heart

but times enrage the flame that's stored 

when war becomes your art

~Apollo

Remove The Veil - A Poem by Moe

"...what can I do with my obsession...for the things I cannot see..."

Lord show me sand and show me sky

declare the truth, reveal the lie

let me not fall to what's unseen

but keep my sight beyond the screen  

remove the veil to heavens verse

and clear my eyes of adam's curse

reveal to me all secrets kept

that I may know what to accept

but most of all allow my heart

to feel the love behind Your art

the passion felt from clay to breath

the I may see and love at depth

~Moses Apollo

Empathetic Wine - A Poem by Moe

"...beautiful...so very beautiful..."

oh wine I taste upon my lips

for grace enough to speak

about all tender harkened drips

that flow from passion's creek

the drip that tastes of soulish dew

that flows from deep inside

release that adds to all that's true

to water what has dried

this age has lost what ecstasy

such worship can secrete

when love is made in empathy

the drip erupts replete

~Moses Apollo  

To Breathe - A Poem by Moe

"...what fuels my soul...I forever breathe..."

what fluttered heart did rest in me

forlorn I thought it lost

now quickened by the smile I see

of love I've not yet tossed

for dimly lit my candle burned

to wait upon my day

for grace my sunrise hath returned

once more to light my way

light fuels my wick to burn ablaze

renewing passions keep

to live a life in beauty's gaze

and stay a breathless sleep

~Moses Apollo 

Grace Tonight and Evermore - 9/13/2017

"...my chains are gone...I've been set free..."

I smoke my hookah tonight after a day of blinding mysterious glory.  I saw my boy rescued in a way that I can only give honor and praise to my God for.  We can do all things and go as far as we can but God makes sure to always show us up and that to me is more than fine.  He will always remind us in times like these that there is no worldly power, no President, no Congress, no military might, no political acumen that can ever or will ever contend with His will and power...and I am His.

I have in me at times the passion of David and his contriteness, the greed of Solomon and his wisdom, the anger of Samson and his strength.  Yet the truth is none does me any good without the grace of God that allows me to place all under Him.  As such...I am blessed to be small.  It is the secret to remaining consequential.  The secret to greatness is not in our strength but in the acknowledgement that sometimes it's not enough.  Therefore...I am His.  In all my strengths and weaknesses displayed before you all...I will forever be His.  So will all that stand with me and all those I have called my own.  Yes, that means you too.  You don't have to believe right now...just watch ;-)

My sons...are His.  Praise and Glory to God.  Forever and ever...amen...

~Moses Apollo

The Enigmatic Erratic - Truth In Advertising...

"you let all the girls go, makes you feel good...don't it?"

New folk learnin me a bit confused by the poems, song selections, statements and pics.  Makes me look predictably unpredictable, safely unsafe, assuredly confused, humbly arrogant and sinfully pious.  Just the way I want it.  I am in fact...all those things.

In my experience, folk are usually not what they seem and when you meet someone that is all he represents in reality, you start lookin for angles.  You start lookin for reasons why he does what he does.  Why is he talking to me?  Why does he even give a shit?  How about because he does?  How about maybe he actually thinks he can help?  Maybe he saw a need he could fill without asking for shit in return.  Sometimes he's erratic...but why?  He would say that's how he keeps his right hand from knowing what his left hand is doing.  If his right hand ever found out, it may seek an advantage and that's when things become impure.  So if he seems a bit erratic, that's partly why and that's about all he'll explain.  The rest you can figure out...or not.

The greatest compliment I think I ever received was from a pretty young thing (in her 30's - yeah don't get that twisted).  We were talking about first impressions after meeting for the first time and she told me she was surprised to find the same person she met online.  That was a compliment to me whichever way she saw me.  It didn't matter how she saw me but that she saw the real me being presented in both settings let me know that what I endeavour to do has proof of life.  You might ask what that is.  It's simple: To be honest in all things...

Without honesty there is no truth and without truth, there is no purpose found or clear directive.  I don't know how anyone can exist without the truth of things.  Without "knowing" a thing...we can stand for nothing and if we stand for nothing...we fall for anything and that's no way to live.  I've seen the face of madness and it is a forced mask of lies that creates confusion, fear, desperation and insecurity.  All things that foster hate and the evil that comes with it.  Stop and consider all that this world suffers today.  Think back to the sufferings origins.  All these evils...began with a lie that stuck.  Even after corrected, the damage is sometimes so deep, it cannot be undone.

My circle and my world is complex in it's simplicity.  I love those that respect me enough to tell me the truth and allow me to do the same.  Whether I agree with them or not, to me, they are kings and queens among sheep.  They require my respect before my admiration.  As such, a queen will go further.  Requiring my mind before my heart and my heart before my body.  Sounds alot like an honorable life huh?  Revealing the perfect imperfections by way of truth.  Heh...who ever said honor required perfection?  It just requires honesty...I'm out

~Moses

PS: Oh yeah...note: Only truth has the ability to turn "ugly" into "beautiful"...

Moments Come - A Poem by Moe

"...those three words, are said too much...they're not enough..."

sweat has dried upon my skin

the air is scented you

thoughts have curved a timely grin

confirming something new

moonlight triggers sudden shift

of conscious lines redrawn

need conjoins the moments gift

for souls that split at dawn 

in this light we're beauty's haze

where all we see we feel

our fingered eyes receive in gaze

what none could ever steal

yielded, lost inside our souls

within, we feel without

moments come to fill the holes

that kept this night in doubt

~Moses Apollo