Staying Sweet-Like...

Too many have become so hardened that they have lost the ability to truly love...even to dream. Some can call me one the most hardened men they will ever meet because I see the brutal truth of what is but this does not make me strong. It just makes me acutely aware. I am strong because I allow my heart to beat and bleed beneath a calcified chest that should by all rights not be able to make room for such things but it does so nonetheless. For me, stoicism is an invaluable often used tool...but not a way of life. I don't know about you but there is something special about the fairy tales we grew up reading that still reverberates inside. "The Wonderlands" and "The Neverending Stories" filled with magic and something called "true love" that granted it's wielder the power to fend off evil and break spells. There is no question that clouds are coming and that living in a bubble is akin to wandering a battlefield clueless, without weapons...without even knowing why anyone is fighting. By all means stay aware and keep raising your awareness but don't let your hardened eyes overtake your soul...

My loves,..every once upon a time, it's good to recall that field of dreams where the sun is high and the birds are still singing. My once upon a time is quite simple. I can see the day dress she's wearing flowing in the warm breeze revealing just a hint of her beautiful form and I'm walking up that hill of flowers to meet my love. She's greeted by a soft, lingering kiss and the warmest hug she's ever received making us both but a backdrop to God's creation like a soft sigh that just goes on and on. Her hand is gently held as we walk...just walk. No words need be spoken because our presence and touch have read verse inspired by the greatest poets of our time. Our landscape consists of mountains of green, trees lightly swaying and just a bit further...a stream that we can sit by. The bubble dream where there's no one but us. No governments controlling need and no media controlling thought. With the delight of freedom to believe in life and love as it was meant to be...freely ordained by the beauty of the soul God granted us.

To most this may seem far fetched. An ideal long since dead and gone the way of romanticism and chivalry but these things exist in me today more than ever before. They fuel my passion as much as the skin that rests upon the soul I'm blessed to love. I am who I am...and I will never change. No matter how bleak my condition or what doom surrounds my world. My weakness to love, to care, to bleed and to believe makes this man stronger than a hundred and twenty men.

Yeah, I believe in love and all that comes with it and I will manifest it in this pessimistic place as best I can. Whether it be through duty in honor, redemptive grace, immutable sacrifice or surrendered passion. I will always do my best to stay..."sweet-like".

My loves...I pray you do the same and add some much needed color to your worlds of grey...much love...

~Moses Apollo Apolinaris