Just Talkin...Keepin It Real...

"...I look in the mirror only to find...the face of a stranger..."

Walkin through this earth on the real sometimes keeps me lonely. Used to be easy to fake the funk but the flavor for it is gone because once you've tasted truth...all else is bland. It feels like a waste of time. Like takin a long walk to nowhere. I'll give you an example. I know you all know one or two that like to lead on the opposite sex because they feel good keepin someone hungry even though they know they ain't ever gonna get to feed them. They just usin somebody to make them feel good about themselves over something they don't really have the power to give...a fuckin waste. Now...if you feel the probability exists? Be honest about that and never let it get heavy until you know it's gonna happen. Keep it light till then and let the understanding of that lightly tug on the "need". Just keep the shit real. 

I remember a while ago having a conversation with someone I love about sexting and phone sex. She was surprised, given my writing, at my confession that I was bad at it. She said "but some of your writing is erotic!" and she was absolutely correct but most everyone fails to understand this about me until I prove my word. I didn't make that shit up...I lived it. When I write about nights of sweat, saliva and cum...I'm not lying nor am I exaggerating. I just never mention who it was with...although I might leave an "inside" clue here and there but I never kiss and tell. So yeah bottom line...I'm not a "talker". I value my word enough not to promise a thing I never intend on fulfilling...no matter how long it fuckin takes. Been years? I give a shit. I said it...I have to do it or at least apologize that circumstances have prevented the manifestation of my word.

Understand that this truth extends to all aspects of my life and it's why I rarely ever seriously flirt anymore or seek out women for pleasure. I know that it will lead to disappointment so why bother. Now, I've known men that profess to be great at phone sex but when the rubber meets the road...they can't outshine their imagination. It is the very reason why my imagination is fueled by the probable and/or...the possible. It is also the very reason why I never express most anything without intention as intent is everything. Some have a hard time believing that a "hello" or an offer to help from me are really just that and that is because with others, it usually isn't. A truism I've come to accept and take my time to dispel from how I'm received. I would never ask a woman to lower her guard towards men simply because it affects me. Just like you earn respect...you need to earn trust so ladies...hell yeah keep your guards up.

So do yourself a favor. Cut out the fake from your innards and work out the real to fill the vacuum left behind. I know it ain't easy for some because they have a hard time with the person they see in the mirror. Look closer...stare if you have to. The more you know about yourself, the greater your appreciation for the parts of you that are meant to shine. Anyway...yeah. I'm out...much love

~Moses

The Open Door - A Poem by Moe

"Surgere, et resurget, donec agnos factus leonum."

awake my slumbered sainted core

that wades encumbered skin

walk stoic past this fated door

to wrestle there within

for there my bruised and plundered breath

finds strength untapped to reap

this newfound life beyond all death  

where deep calls unto deep

for here all shed the outer shell

that bind the feet to floor

to brave the next and fare it well

beyond the open door

~Moses Apollo

The Sun Will Set For You...

"...sometimes goodbye's the only way..."

I may have written this one too many times but it seems to get truer by the day. This beautiful woman I loved was told after showing one of my pieces to a female artist that she felt bad for her. She said that because she was in love me, an artist, life would not be easy. She was right...imagine how I feel living with myself.

Always looking for the better inside. Requiring the occasional "shedding" of all I am to rise as something more. It never fails. You look in the mirror and you strip down to nothing. Noting the imperfections you know can be ironed out for no one but yourself. An ongoing quest to become everything you were meant to be. One that has gone past mentorship or advice. One that has been guided by brutal honesty. An honesty only God can provide because He sees the inner deeper than anyone could. You start again with only the good you keep and build again.

This is a revolution that carries you into evolution. An evolution no one else may ever notice...but you and God. There's no prize or accolade. There's no finish line. There's just the idea that you can be better and it's that striving that keeps us alive for greater purpose when all other purpose seems far into a future you are aware enough to expect. Like a man always preparing for an expected battle during peacetime. Fight to evolve and live...or stay the same and expire. The choice is yours...I've chosen mine. The sun will always set for me and every day will be new...and beautiful. Much love...I'm out...

~Moses Apollo

Freedoms Flow - A Poem by Moe

"...things like that drive me out of my mind..."

oh busy mind belay your trick

for masters dig the heavy slick

that surface sweat is cool and fine

but sweeter still the wet you mine

for passions stream requires breath

that freely flows from mental death

where heartbeats pulse a rhythmic groove

and blood flow dictates every move 

so leave behind all surfaced fruit

untethered passion feeds the root

whose taste alone will let you know

ecstatic heights from freedoms flow

~Moses Apollo

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