The Poet, The Man, His Value...

The poet plays and sings to passions whim.  He floats among the ethereal and fills the night sky with whispers of love and surrender.  He encourages and consoles.  He finds the beauty of the moon to get lost in.  He looks into the eyes of his lover and finds eternity.  He greets her every morning with a gentle kiss producing a day long smile and he puts her to sleep upon clouds littered in starlight.  He pleasures her with tenderness until she has had her fill.  He makes love with songs, with words that sing and with a soul that uses the body as an extension of itself.  He has and is all you need in the place of a drug...he is a soothing balm to the soul.

The man is unrepentant and brash.  Rebellious, honest and clear.  He encourages and consoles.  A father of two and a lover and friend to women that are true of costly innate value.  He uses the bathroom.  He brushes his teeth and showers daily.  He works his body towards the fulfillment of what he is inside.  He does all he can for his family and those he loves at the expense of himself.  He will bleed for those he cares about in danger.  He fucks his woman dirty when she cries for nasty.  He licks her lips and clit till she cums all over his mouth.  He scratches and claws leaving marks at times, cumming all over any spot she wants...he is a soothing balm to the flesh.

The poet and the man are one in the same.  To want one without the other is impossible as they are interchangeable when the moment requires it.  To disqualify one is an insult to both as they have both worked hard from the inside out to be all they are.  To become 20 men in one.  To be more and add to their nature daily.  This makes him difficult to understand.  This makes him hard to keep.  He cannot be manipulated by the flesh or the mind.  Show him a beautiful thigh and offer it up with condition.  Most would cut off a piece of flesh for it but him?  He will roll over and sleep until the message is clear.  He needs nothing but love and sincerity.  A man that needs for nothing cannot be strong armed into anyone's will lest he surrender it himself.  You either love him or fear him but in either case...you will remember him because he left an imprint not easily removed...

If you value yourself then seek the better for yourself.  Not a lesser that is easy for you to stand on.  If you should seek where to deposit your currency, seek to do so into spaces that resemble all that you want to be.  Guard your currency lest someone come and steal it from you.  The poet and the man has seen charity and greed in both the banker and the thief.  He has chosen to only deposit his currency into those he believes can add to his own.  Recognize your currency and do the same.  If all you see as currency is your body than you may as well just hang it up in a meatlocker with a discounted price tag like the slab of beef that it is but if you know you are more than that then your currency can never be bought with chump change.  Make sure that it can only be bought with way more than it's own value that you may gain in profit through self growth.  With love...I'm out

~Moses Apollo Apolinaris