My Water Flow - A Word by Moe

I pour my water down this funnel that flows into a tunnel hoping it makes it's journeys end for the night.  Formulated by a light I keep hidden in my chest cavity keepin me safe from all I deem unworthy of my gravity.  Overstayed and underplayed by undefined winds that could lead to fine or no place mine but it's always easy on my soul.  Cause it aint nothin but an unimagined world of non-fiction spice tripped up by fiction diction takin it's sweet time to placate the senses.  Tellin the involved and the evolved that there aint no place to go...just flow.  Yeah, the sweet-like I know.  So don't tell me how to act regurgitating my tact.  Day breathes in my way exhaling at night...leavin details made right for you to configure and transfigure.  Truth is I figure, you'll never really get it.  Even when I let it...

I taunt the soothe of the blues as it settles somewhere between pain and gain, loss without cost with an unending rhyme so sublime transfixed into the mind you can't miss a note.  Exhaling as it grooves prevailing over the soul.  Raining down on the empty hole they left behind with a reservoir of overflow left to inspire.  With no need for admiration's hydration I choose my only aspiration.  That my name's donation by way of impartation remain a beautiful scar.  This tiny everlasting star that lets you know: Life and love were made to live and give...forever...

~Apollo  

A Woman's Love - A Poem by Moe

"I know plenty of people with eyes closed.  They don't see you like I do

Darling I do..."

most little girls choose little boys

that feign the shine of tinker toys

but woman's love takes time to mine

as it flows tender, tough and fine

she has no time to suffer fools

that choose among the farmers mules

so seasoned by the grace of time

she parts the lemon from the lime

her vision tells her what she wants

and has no need for made-up flaunts

she seeks a soul to tell the truth

without the games played in her youth

to make the choice a woman would

imbue her heart of all you could

creating trust that what you seek

is more than lusted, apt physique

for life itself gives eyes to see

that souls with value aren't free

and if you seek her heart to learn

then woman's love is graced to earn

~Moses

Candles - A Poem by Moe

"Two Sunsets"

well lit candles stand in place
as setting sun draws near
all is stowed without a trace
as lights now keep him clear

granting sight for all he'll miss
the flowers bloomed by day
memories kept to pine for bliss
that came and went his way

bliss gone dim without regret
are subtle signs of grace
beauty's scars to not forget
that love's still worth it's chase

~Moses Apollo

The Sinner's Saint - A Poem by Moe

hallowed horns upon his head

with saintly strides for sin

crowns her flesh upon his bed

to find the heart within

planted seeds upon this land

find fullness where they're sown 

sainted hips can't understand

what grace in flesh and bone

skin is stroked by fingered brush

God's canvas made to paint

gifts spring forth by holy gush

to bless this sinner's saint 

~Moses Apollo

What It Means...

"This is what it means..."

What good is a soul's beating heart if not to love a soul in steady rhythm.  What good are strong arms if not to hold with the strength given them.  Find your heart.  Find your health.  Find your joy and your peace.  Not in places that most have deemed distraction or entertainment as those are but externals. Instead, my loves...seek them inside you. In the reservoirs of grace given you meant for others.  As you do, so you shall receive.  Seek to do what you were made for...

Your beauty is your gift.  More than that...it is your life's fuel...I'm out

~Moses Apollo

Stars - A Word by Moe

"And I must be an acrobat to talk like this and act like that..."

A strong light shines on this strong night.  The light of a distant star that can only be seen through the
backdrop of darkness.  On this night, another star shines pretty as a humble silhouette breathing out
midst that can hardly be seen below.  Unknown and home grown intrigues his soul unto love.  She's gently walking, breathing soft then heavy.  Slowly and apprehensively moving towards him.  He watches every sway, taking in every glance assuredly given.  The reluctant smile, the nape of her neck and the familiar beat of her heart endearing him even more...

"Sweet and soft is the breath that guides my own to my home.  A place you've never known reserved for souls such as ours.  Where heat is dry ice and pain is slow pleasure.  Where sacred love and sinful lust share terms of agreement.  Taking turns on you as flesh churns on you and air learns on you.  Branding marks on you like scars craved in fantastic delusion forged into the reality of the moment made fearlessly fine.  To savor the divine and feast off the wicked.  To entreat soft and hard on candy, cake and steak through the give and take of rough and tender.  Muscles harden for pain as your soft overlapped lips are tasted for pleasure.  Manifest love...implosive explosion..."  

As two stars meet to shine...

~Moses Apollo

Humans...

I'm thinking just now that the title I just picked could be used as a derogatory term to describe a soul that has decided to use something deemed pure as leverage for selfish gain.  Like a mother or father that uses their children against the other to gain advantage.  I must confess that tonight, I'm a bit disgusted.  I understand the humanity of it and on it's face, it seems like an act of desperation but to try something like this on me is bullshit.

Have you ever asked someone you shared intimate moments with a favor for someone else only for them to come back with an insinuated reply of "we need to get together first"?  I understand there is shit out there in terms of mates and I also understand who and what I am but seriously?  Like I'm gonna pimp myself out for a favor?  A favor that is simple for this person to accomplish?  It's an insult to all I am and it's a desperate act on it's face.  I don't know if I'm angry, sad, flustered or worried about her.  Maybe it's all of the above...I just don't know and the truth is, to me, with all I have going on, I really don't feel it's important enough to process but it makes me feel cheap to tell you the truth.  If you are an adult and claim strength then carry the role with honesty.  Integrity is something you can't fake because everything at some point will come to light.

Now here's the kicker for me.  First I will start out by telling you a stark truth.  No one will ever disappoint you as much as those that are closest to you because in them, experience has allowed you to invest conclusions about their character with a certainty that goes beyond faith.  This is why I never invest such a thing fully into anyone.  They are human beings just like me.  They have times of weakness to contend with just like me and they will fail...just like me.  I draw the line when I see my grace and trust repeatedly taken for granted because at this point, they now have this idea that they can fail you without consequence...or so I make it seem on the surface.

Forgive but always remember the incident.  Silently hold onto it internally until you see a definitive change.  If you see a change or an attempt at change then your faith in them to change for themselves is rewarded.  If you see no change and it is something that continues to affect you...it's time for consequence.  I now find myself further away from this person as "love" has been used by her before as a manipulation tactic.  We have been able to maintain a good friendship till now but I foresee it will remain strained.  Truth is, I have refrained from any intimacy with her for years because of this very thing.  My beautiful people, I have said it before and I will say it again.  I despise the phrase "If you love me, you will...".  If you love me you will never preface a request with this phrase because true love does not manipulate or try to control.  True love only seeks out the best for it's counterpoint...even if that means letting go.

I can become jaded or depressed by such a thing but because the love I have is mine, it cannot be shaken.  My love is not dependant on what you do but what I decide to do in reaction to what you do...is very much so dependant on you.  Cause and effect stands as universal law even outside the realm of "love" and as I write this, I am aware that I have already forgiven her.  It's my way and I am happy to be so yet there is a "but" that needs addressing for the sake of this piece.  I will love her as that is forever mine to give but I will not be stupid enough to tolerate such behavior.  Always understand that love is not stupid.  Love forgives and understands but it does not demand from you to play the role of doormat.  That decision is yours and yours alone and I have never been stupid in this regard.  I ain't about to start either.

Now, understand that I am not writing this to complain but to be able to illustrate something real.  Many of you have faced this to one degree or another and have become jaded because you told yourself "I did dumb things for love".  I'm here to tell you that love didn't tell you to do shit.  You did that on your own.  Love gave you the probability for hope, the rest was up to you and your judgement.  A judgement you decided to conflate with love because you honestly believed that every decision moving forward was to based off that love.  Some in fact are but many are not.  You know I keep reading "ride or die" and just so that you are aware, this phrase comes from a series of entertaining movies where in one scene a car jumps through three high rises and nobody dies (crickets)  Yeah...that happens.  Well let me tell you something.  If someone you love is about to go down in flames in a car, their love is supposed to tell you to get the fuck out and if that car is in flames because they did something stupid?  You best jump out and say "I love you...but seeya...".  Love didn't tell them to deal drugs and love didn't tell them to involve you in it.  That was them.  Ride or die!?!  Fuck that...  In too many cases, love gets a bad rap.  Don't ever let anyone or anything take you to the place that has you giving up on love.  Best give up on them before you give up on love.  They fucked up...love didn't.  I'm out and I'm spent...

~Moses

Proof Enough - A Poem by Moe

his blinded eyes that see her heart

his silent words that reach her ear

his hands unheld that feel the art

still paint her beauty crystal clear

for silence, distance, shut off eyes

they lose the hold they often claim

when love is born up in the skies 

it's embers heat still fans the flame   

to breathe in touch among the clouds

in heaven's hold where all is pure

that eyes could meet on past the crowds

is proof enough their love is sure

~Moses 

Something Called "Good"...

There are moments in time when the air changes.  The atmosphere is palpable with grace and tenderness.  When the stars become clearer at night and a subtle breeze touches you beneath the layers of your skin under a shining sun by day.  If you're too busy you can miss it.  If you're sleeping, it'll pass you by.  "Awake", it has the ability to caress you for the rest of the year.  The shift is so subtle very few can find it but if you do your hairs stand on end because crossing passed that veil...everything has meaning and purpose.  Musical notes find their place in your soul like nothing else.  The touch of skin becomes a ceremony akin to prayer and a kiss lingers even after your lips have ceased their press.  It means that something called "good" is about to permeate my skies and I will find more to inspire as though a piece of sacred coal has touched my lips.  I will find more to take me past the shores into new lands across oceans.  I will "see" much more.  My eyes will witness pretty smiles.  My eyes will see my family blessed beyond what was expected.  My eyes will see my friends find resolution.  My ears will hear new songs in the old and my hands will build upon what is established foundation.  I will see it all...and I will be grateful.  Can you feel it too?  Stand still, close your eyes, empty your mind of care and breath in the moment.  Don't let it pass you by...

Something called "good".  Tonight...I claim it all..

~Moses Apollo Apolinaris 

Footprints In The Hour Of The Call...

"How does it feel to be one of the beautiful people..."

The king stands exhausted.  Feeling spread thin through time.  Almost wanting to become invisible to everything but looking at his surroundings, he couldn't understand why.  So he, as any other, attributed his feelings to all the current circumstances surrounding him but as he came face to face with those that have known him throughout the years, something began to dawn on him.  He writes tonight to remember what he will soon purposely forget all over again...footprints left behind.

One by one they came to him with tales of how he was able to touch them in some way.  Tales that he deemed easy to forget because he understood those acts were not the work of some superman but just a man that cared enough to do what was needed in the moment.  Always leaving a part of himself behind in the process.  Carrying someone else's grief, love, compassion and even sacrifice at times.  Each one ascribing to him what they saw.  Each one giving him a new title.  Titles, names, dates and occurrences he would purposely forget as frail men should never be given so much praise.  So king would suffice as there are many kings in this world.  His current feelings are not of a man in distress as what he faces today is nothing compared to what he has faced in the past.  No, he is a king that has done much and seen much in the souls of men and women.  Hearing the call of the hour, he never shirked the role he could play.  Not for vainglory or pride but simply because there was no one else to do what he could.

He's tired today but as yet has life left in him.  Enough to heed the callings that are yet to come.  His dreams do not change as they consist of crowds of people grabbing at him for answers and help...leaving him panicked and breathless at times.  All for them...none for him as he remembers very little yet wonders how he could know so much at such a young age.  As of this writing, he remembers and finds himself spent...

People say forget the past but they are foolish to think it can be done so happenstance as there are things in the past that created the individual that stands in front of the mirror everyday.  Some things can be forgotten but so many other things should never be forgotten.  All my failures serve me as directories to gates I must avoid and all my successes serve as templates that can be reconfigured for the task at hand.  Forget the past?  Not on your life.  If I should ever forget, I'll be re-visiting this place...yeah, I know I will.  I'm out...

~Moses Apollo Apolinaris