Angustia...

He bleeds and pleads for the bountiful seeds that come from pain and pleasure

The ripping of his skin, the indulgence in his sin

Watching as she groans with pleasure and pain from the deep

(To keep?...no)

Body heat keeps him warm tonight.  His delight?

Infatuation through penetration

(You will never be the same again)

I handle with care as I breath in your air of lust and fury

Feeling your heart beating faster on my chest as I do my best to give

Show me your strength, take inside my length of passion that knows no bounds

Shout my name in hunger pain that shatters my very soul...

(until I am yours)

~Moses

Written 2/28/2010 ;-)

Damn...them creepers sure do love to prey on them sleepers.  But are they really sleepers or creepers themselves...or are they the keepers of unsuspecting creepers that creep as they sleep and reap on the cheap.  Time knows how it goes to reveal the hoes that lie in the throws of empty flows...and yet I chose ;-) Tick tock tick tock  You dig?

Almost forgot about this one...lol

Monster - A Poem by Moe

Rusted feathered claws as hands
Roams the desert, deserted lands
His eyes held low so he won't see
"All of these people looking at me"

His skin is thick but easy to tear
Charred and burned, uneasy to wear
Looks up to heaven as if to say
"Why, oh Lord have you made me this way?"

My touch is soft but can cause an infection
My voice will receive but is apt for rejection
My eyes can find love in the simplest of souls
But can also see ugly in those very same holes

My choices they vary from tender to flame
Blue, hazel or green, it's never the same
Built by blood and flesh from his bone
A child at heart in a man fully grown

Eager to fly and eager to rest
Eager to beat down the pain in his chest
That all his internals, from black go to white
And when it is dark, the colors made right

The lines in his hands are the same on his face
From hiding so much, these lines have found place
Now to form roads for tears yet to flow
This monster cries out...to let the world know

~Moses

Aleluya

"tu fe fayo
y te traisiono
desnuda ella te atrapo
su luz y su belleza te agararon

y te ato a la silla de tu amor
rompio tu trono y te corto
te corto el pelo de tu fuerza y...aleluya

lo mejor de ti

quise sentir no senti

no te menti y siempre fui sincero

y aunque al final

todo fue mal

estoy cantando esta cancion

que suena casi...aleluya"

Somewhere between this song, these candles and this wine...

There is an answer to the riddle of excess

The place where saint and sinner meet to talk about their day

Before their war begins again

The place where lovers come to share a meal

Before they burn it off with passion

The place where God and the devil met

Before that tree was placed in the garden...

The place between the image and his desire made whole
Before his tounge meets her skin...

Aleluya...

What Dreams Can Say...

You know for a long time I questioned myself.  I wondered how I could be so wrong.  How I could go down a road towards a life that would have been impossible for me to bear.  How could I have been so mistaken in my choice?  It scared me to even think to choose again and made me even doubt the choices I've made up to that point.  Yet after awhile I realized something.  Everything I knew told me the situation was f*cked up.  Everything inside me understood how difficult that road would be but the pure love I felt drove me towards determination in the face of illogic.  I can't be ashamed of that and I can't say I was wrong.  I knew what I had and I was willing to bear it because I thought that drive was being reciprocated.  I thought things would change but they never did.  In this, I was delusional.  Once my delusion became too fantastic even for "love"...it was time to cut my losses.  Folks, I have seen love work miracles.  I have seen love smooth out edges and change the heart into something both can share.  Except that these miracles only work for those that are willing and those that are willing will see the fruit of it...if they are willing to work at it. 

Last night was one of those nights that leave the awakened in silent thought.  I sit here alone wondering what the hell happened and why.  Why did I feel a certain presence and why did I hate the fact it was there?  Folks, what you do in dreams is for you.  When you have the ability to determine what course your dream will take, it is a true manifestation of one's desire and my desire last night?...was to finally be left alone by this thing.

The man I was...the man I am...one in the same.  Now I will only share myself with those I deem worthy of such a man...even in my dreams.

Estoy Boracho...

Y estoy en necesidad.  Quiero absolutotamente nada...  Lo tengo todo y no lo sabia y aunque lo tenga todo...quiero de ti...todavia quiero de ti.  Me ensenaste tu cara...quiero de ti.  Me ensenaste tu corazon...quiero de ti.  Me ensenaste tu cuerpo...y todavia quiero de ti...

Ultimamente...quiero de la cual no ha tenido.  La que me quiere a mi tambien...quiero de ti...

Tocar tu cara con mis labios, tocar tu cuerpo con mis manos y tocar tu corazon con el mio...quiero de ti...

Simplemente...quiero de ti...

September 28...1972

Well what do I say about Millie.  What can I say that I haven't written countless times or recanted to friends and lovers alike about the mother of my children.  One of the greatest loves of my life.  This woman has seen me grow into the man I am...largely due to our love.  She took it all...the good, the bad and the ugly.  We earned our place beside each other and she is one person I would trust with my life.  I have found none to match her strength, honor and sense of self-worth.  Something that is a rare among humans today.  I am blessed to have loved her with true passion, blessed to have seen her grow into the woman she is, blessed that she carries my name, blessed to have fathered her children and blessed that today, I can call her friend...even still.

Take a good look folks.  THIS is what I call...a woman...

Happy birthday babe...may our Lord continue to shine upon you and make this new year a springboard into great things.

Just Because....

amazing artist

Tender Muse - A Poem by Moe

Tender, she has called again
For time and place, the where the when
The newness now awaiting space
To step inside this empty place

Where once abode the new, now old
Where once was bought, now newly sold
Bought back by him to till and toil
This fertile ground, this tender soil

Whose cost required steady strength
And measured value, breadth and length
Of all the seed that he would sow
That worthy love has room to grow

For what was once a vibrant field
Was burned and branded worthless yield
Yet since this tender looked his way
He found the strength and worth to pay

Such tender beauty branded new
Would find his inner strength so true
And bring to life the man he was
To work the field of worthy cause

So tender planning he proceeds
By slowly pulling out old weeds
Those left behind by worthless yield
Have lost their claim to worthy field

And as for she, this tender muse
The day will come when she will choose
A field whose worth will match her own
To yield back love that she has sown

And when that land has born much fruit
Retaining strength from branch to root
Maybe he will bring to use
This brand new seed for tender muse

~Moses

I Didn't Know...

When I set out this road to single-dom I had no idea what it would take to be "single".  I really thought it would be easy.  I thought I'd just be able to pull a switch and turn into someone that didn't think about consequence or another person's feelings.  I find myself now looking back at hearts I've left behind.  Beautiful souls that stay with me still but sadly know that I will never be more than what I am to them right now.  Some are okay with it, others...not so much.

Today's single life demands that you not give a sh*t about feelings, age or maturity.  You have to get "it" wherever and whenever you can.  With whomever is available and half-way decent.  Diseases and mental issues are an afterthought; two things a condom and a 3AM escape will fix right up.  A mindset that is no mindset.  It's just the "now" attitude that is driven by a selfish desire without thought or reservation.  It is something a man or woman of conscience has a very difficult time with and I for one, refuse to sucumb.  I am very far from being a prude yet there are boundaries I will not cross.  My cup carries so much in it that I will always be in a position "to know better" and being the man that I am...to that I will stay true. 

To some my way will be counted as "old" or "outdated" but I could give a sh*t.  I live and breathe in a world called "responsibility".  It's a grown up world where you live on your own.  You take care of yourself and those you are responsible for.  You carry lives on your shoulders making them like boulders strong enough to take on anything thrown at you.  It's a world where you are held accountable for your actions...now...or even later.  It's a world of men and women that do what they must to live as honorably as they can.  At most...in character.  It's what keeps our children looking up to us.  It's what makes our parents proud.  It's what you admire...

I choose to live eternally as a man of honor than to exchange it for anything temporal...even if I seem to "miss out"...later