For The Happiness Of One - A Poem by Moe

"...I'll put my armor on...show you how strong I am..."

airplanes the fancy car

then taken up so far

at mountains heights to leap

you prayed your soul to keep

now gone is such a thing

see broken is your wing

false hope shot like the gun

for the happiness of one

falling from the heights

and hidden from the lights

this garbage in the street

finds friends betwixt your feet

now soulless are your soles

some try to fill the holes

but they block out the sun

for the happiness of one

mistrust is now your life

these promised title wife

yet these were never true

they preyed on piece of you

please woman look no more

break down the lesser door

gain strength and start to run

for the happiness of one

~moses apollo

Available - A Short Story by Moe

"...that's just the way it is...ah but don't you believe them..."

Cedric stood at a George Washington Bridge bus stop one early morning to tell made up sob stories for money as he usually did. Yet that morning...it was eerily empty as none else approached but a young man on his way to work. Cedric approached him to begin his hustle and to his surprise the young man smirked, hopped up in haste from the bench he was sitting on and said "I'll give you money on one condition...if you allow me to pray for you first". Cedric reluctantly agreed. The young man grabbed his hands, bowed his head and began to pray a simple prayer. Cedric stood frozen and as he received the money, with penitence in his eyes, he said "but I'm scammin you man!!". The young man turned to him without surprise and said "I know...but you have to get home and you know why". With tears now flowing from his eyes, he began to confess that he was a runaway. That his father was a pastor & that he had left in anger. The young man, looking squarely in his eyes said: "then you know why I'm here. Go home, he's been praying for your return and he loves you more than you know. There's enough there for a bus ticket home...where you belong. I gotta go now but the rest? Is up to you". Cedric just nodded his head in disbelief as the young man picked up his bag to begin his long walk across the bridge...

What can one say about this story? Was that young man special? No...he just made himself available. It's much easier than you think...

As to the rest of the story? Well...that's just history...

~moses apollo apolinaris  

Seers Psalm - A Poem by Moe

"...you're gonna be ok..."

now centered pon all moonlit dreams

where safety finds it's catch

where seers ordered balm the screams

of tender hearts that match

out here they grow beyond themselves

to greater heights unknown

while all they knew now lay on shelves

of all that they've outgrown

yet passion none too quick to calm

should ever find her rest

for she inspires true seers psalm

wherein they draw their best

~moses apollo