Epiphany Of The Pale Grey...

The crow has struck the night between the billowed clouds that separate the light shining from the fullest moon.  Entreating the king with every manner of vessel adorned of beauty, silk and shine. From old to new they "coo" at his status, taunting him at every plane.  Light eyes and smooth thighs whisper death in the shadows disguised as life and living.  Knowing the measure of all giftings gifted and all shiftings shifted groaned empty in his soul for epiphanies reason to purpose in him what is now deemed "more"...

For beautiful is the truest moon that all the world does admire.  That all should marvel at it's acumen for love and lust in the simplest of terms yet it does not boast in such a thing.  It does not relish in the accolades given nor does it rest it's purpose or identity in the power it has over countless hearts that beat in the night.  Instead, it relishes in it's purpose.  That it should be a light in the dark as all other effects are not in it's power but instead rest in the hearts of those it inadvertently entreats.  If it's glory does not boast or find it's pride in such things then why should the king or any other do any less?

And so it went that the crow has struck the night between the billowed clouds that separate the light shining from the fullest moon.  The king has ordered death to the crow.  Many came...few remain. For they came bearing gifts of light eyes, smooth thighs and subtle lies.  Vanity is to receive them all as if it was his power to abuse but as it is so of the beauty of purposed creation so it shall be with him. Entreat him with honor, grace and words that lace around his heart.  For to noose either neck for the sake of control is akin to using bit and bridle used on animals needing taming and not for kings that rest in such awareness.  Entreat him with beauty's hold adorned by the unseen face that shines beneath the bone and the heart that bleeds for moments of purity that seek the eternal experience deemed a fool's love aimed at reckless abandon.  The king and the fool speak tonight.  Watching and waiting...for more...

The king looks out over his balcony into the clear night sky as Clair De Lune plays ever so softly in the backdrop of his room.  Gazing into the glory of the fullest moon he sighs as he can still find the silhouette of her pretty face.  He finds comfort in this...

~Moses Apollo

Father...

"...what direction?..."

What an honor it is to be called "Father".  I've heard that title attributed to so many different roles but being one myself I can tell you that it should be exclusive.  Exclusive to men that are willing to sacrifice all they are for the sake of their children..."for greater love has no man than this". 

I am proud to say that my father is such a man.  A man with honor and integrity that comes at you in blunt truth no one could deny.  Not flashy...but real.  Even in weakness and error you could still see it...a prime example of what a husband and father should be.  Yes, those that know him, including myself, can attest to the fact that he made mistakes but the seed from which those errors came had nothing to do with malice.  Instead, they all came from his "humanity".  Something else he taught me all about from both his failure and most importantly...his restoration.  Folks, my father never gave up on me and when it was my turn to do the same for him...his example guided my way.  He never once threw up his hands as if to say "he'll never amount to anything" when it came to me in all my errors and that, among many other attributes, stays with me to this day.  He always knew what I was capable of and encouraged me every step of the way without fail even when I offered him reason to doubt.  Yet in all this grace I could speak on, the one thing that moved me the most was something that my mother had shared with me.  I was very young and living with my mother at the time as my parents were divorced.  My father had a drinking habit back then but it was never as severe as others I've known.  She told me that several times in a state of drunkenness, he would climb the fire escape and look through the window just to make sure I was ok...just so he could see me.  That mi gente...told me a lot.  That told me that I was on his mind and more so...on his heart.  Nobody saw it but her so no, this was no show.  It was a man finding his peace in a glimpse of the most beautiful thing he ever created...me.

You see and that's just it.  My father raised me with one thing in mind and I am carrying on the same in my children as best as I can today.  Instilling the truth about faith, honor, integrity and love.  I want my boys to have as their forefront a pure heart where honor and integrity are concerned.  Actions and good deeds mean nothing if the seed from which they come is malicious and/or selfish.  Good grades, a good job...doesn't mean a thing if you treat people like garbage.  I hear parents say that "so long as you do good in school, you'll get to have...x y or z".  That might be an incentive but parents sometimes forget to prioritize the heart of their children towards character.  I truly thank God for my father's wisdom in this.  He stressed education yes, but stressed even more the side of simply "being a good man".  So everyday, my prayer for my children is that they put character first above and beyond all else.  So far, I'm very proud to say that I see this in them already.  Even when they mess up or fall short of their potential...I see the struggle of conscience weighing heavy on their heart.  Almost always coming to a resolution that would satiate the desire to do "the right thing".  In this...I am a very grateful man.

I just pray that I can continue to live up to the example given me and if that means my children are to wind up being a better man than I ever was...or will be...then I know I did my job.

Happy Father's Day my people...much love

~Moses Apollo

Progression...

We live, we breathe, we love, we leave.  We laugh, we cry, we rinse till dry.  Only to repeat these glorious movements all over again.  What's great is that we're constantly cycling towards something greater.  Each cycle adding more to us than the last.  Where new breath clears out the toxins of the old.  Where love is fiercer and pain runs deeper.  Where those we love become dearer to us as we begin to see their true value.  Where we laugh neath tears of joy while letting go of all that hindered us at every rinse.  All to live again with newer life.  Movements that break us to make us.  Stay aware...don't miss them or you will risk missing out on all they have to offer...

Never be dismayed.  Never stop believing you will meet that place made just for you.  That place independent of anything or anyone you carry.  That place you will share with those dearest to you.  I am finding mine at every cycle and I pray in earnest you find yours.  We'll share in them together one day.

Always remember:  Two steps forward, one step back...is still one step forward. Much love...

~Moses Apollo

It Shines For You - A Poem by Moe

"...look how it shines for you..."

what lovely woman, beautys haze

your greatness carved in pain

to keep the sun in thoughtful gaze

in eyes where it's found gain

to daily rise and seek your face

its purpose for the day

but still you doubt your beautys grace

where God has had His say

you think yourself too low to rest

among its rays in dew

but know it's placed to praise your best

this sun, it shines for you

~Moses