Awakened, Let Me Dream - A Word By Moe

in my dream, I heard a voice...it was mine

"close your eyes...feel my intention 

open your hands and reach...touch my skin making out my shape and my name by feel alone

place your cheek on mine...tease my lips with your own till I salivate with hunger

palm my chest...let your hands realize the quickened beating of my heart

now offer me your hands

come...lay down my love

allow me to look upon you 

allow me to float above you in ecstatic glory

feel my breath on your beautifully opened ear as I exhale

feel the graze of my lips on your neck slowly making their way to your breast

feel the graze of my tongue on your sweet ribcage slowly making it's way past your belly button 

feel my breath, my lips, my tongue landing on what's most rich and moist

your pink runway that flows of milk and honey

let me eat and drink till I am full 

till you my love are spent

and I am drunk in you" 

satiated...I awaken to a scent

the first rose of my night 

"awakened...let me dream"

~Apollo

Moe's Ramblings On The Character Of Love...

1 Corinthians 13:1-8 New King James Version (NKJV)

1 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. 

Without true love, your beautiful words fall flat and insincere.  Reaching only the soulish ear but never reaching the spirits heart.

2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 

Without true love, your powers will become limited as they will be self serving alone.  I know assholes with great power that couldn't move a soul but are content to impress their limited abilities.

3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned,[a] but have not love, it profits me nothing.

Without true love, your giving will extend as far as the hand of another that may change their circumstance but will never truly change their life.  Your deeds will have their own reward because the receiver will be blessed but to you, they will but satiate an ego driven mind that seeks recognition for his works.

4 Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; 5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; 6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; 7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Now take some time and read that verse again.  Ask yourself in all honesty...is that you?  No, it's not me either but I'm still in training.  Here we see the contrast between the character of a selfish soul and the character of love.  If anyone says "I am jealous because I love you", they are in error as that is nothing but greed.  Jealousy and greed are not in the character of love but are human traits as these are possessive reactions.  Possessiveness is not in the character of love but is a human trait that extends only to itself.  To use the term "she is mine" must be accompanied by it's counter "as I am hers" if it is to remain within the character of love.  Otherwise, it is akin to one owning another and that is not love.  To surrender is to love but if it is not reciprocated, take back your surrender.  If you don't, you will suffer a disillusionment that will have you believing love is flawed.  You will justifiably say you gave love out and it did not return.  Something that had nothing to do with the purity of your love but instead had everything to do with the selfishness of the one you chose to share it with.  Always keep this in mind when you see the failures of your mate materialize.  Love did not fail...even if they did.

8 Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away.

This is why I believe that love is a separate entity that unifies.  We can leave, never to return but if the love was true, it will always remain as the intercessor between all the parties involved.  Which is why we can love without the standards of relationship.  Why can still care even when we know there can be no contact or union.  Those that do not understand this are identified by their need to always return to the individual they knew was bad for them.  They define their return as a gesture of love when it is more akin to one who is afraid to venture outside their comfort zone.  They find comfort in the familiar...even if it was toxic.  If they had a motto, it would be "better to deal with the devil you know, than the devil you don't" and that is dangerous to say the least.  They are either afraid of the unknown or honestly believe that can do no better.  Folks...love is love and it is the very best any human can hope to acquire on this earth beyond riches, fame or possession.  Many risk life and limb to gain status and wealth only to find a comfortable life that is empty without love.  If they can do all that for so little, how could I not risk even more for true love...but that's just me.  You have to find what is worthy to risk your own heart for.  I can't tell you what to think or how to feel.  I can only share what I have come to understand from my own experiences.  Receive it or not, as of this writing, I have shared what was heavy on my heart to share.

Now some of you may not subscribe to Biblical teachings but truth is truth and this truth is universal in most religions that speak on love.  As I read this, I tried in earnest to apply it and failed most times until I realized that the standard spoken in this chapter must come from the place of sincerity which had me practicing the art of perception change.  To change one's heart is to see a thing from a different vantage point.  Not interpreted by another but instead to see as you do albeit from a different point in the room.  Seeing more, not less, will bring a heartfelt change as opposed to a simple change of mind that can easily be reverted.  I can tell you all about "Bob" but you won't truly know him until you meet him for yourself.

There is one more thing I must add here before I close on this.  In this age there are many broken souls that cannot easily show love.  Their love is tempered by pain, loss and abuse.  They develop a defense mechanism that leaves them cold at times unwilling to brave the pains of love again.  Learn to differentiate between them and those that are simply being selfish but do not use your heart to do so.  Instead use all evidence provided to make your deductions intellectually.  If you use your heart, chances are you will be making excuses to keep around an asshole you have developed feelings for.  In these cases, use deduction as opposed to assumption.  This will mean the difference between giving out love where it will do good and throwing it away.

To summarize this piece correctly.  All must begin with love as the motivating intent if it is to mean anything worthwhile in fullness.  Without true love, our words will reach the inner ear as opposed to the outer.  Our power will seek to serve ourselves as opposed to all and our giving will satiate the ego as opposed to the heart.  This my loves is the utopian society made manifest.  Something that this age will never allow but maybe, as individuals..we can come close.  I'm out...

~Moses    

September 11th 2001 - 2016 (2019)

"Sleep tonight...and may your dreams be realized..."

What can I say about this day that you are unaware of? What can I tell you that memes and eye witness accounts will not? Maybe not much...

Yet it behooves me to tell you that this day impacted many lives...including my own. I could tell you that a bitterness festered in me for some time. I could tell you that on that day I was prepared to die protecting my children but I could also tell you that the true lesson of that day has been seared in me and continues to strengthen even without this day's reminder.

My loves, there are no guarantees to life. A truth that bears the weight of this day on a yearly basis. We went to sleep the night before just like every other night. We awoke and went through our morning routine just like any other day. We had no idea the day would force us to actively reveal our
manifested priorities. That the worlds we live in would change.

I thought immediately to call my then wife and go pick up my boys from school in haste. My mind and heart fiercely shifted into the idea that we all needed to be together if anything else happened. I
called my loved ones praying that they were all OK. To find them all alive brought me peace. So you see my loves, you can take this day and mourn the losses but you can also take this day to thank God that you and yours are still alive. That we've been blessed by mercy to continue living and loving. Although now, to not take love for granted by appreciating family and friends we are blessed to still have...where others do not.

A beautiful soul wrote that this day was a good time to take stock of what is most important...family and friends. I don't need to see buildings falling as the images are etched in my soul. Nor do I need to remember how many passed as that too was made clear the day the air's fragrance carried with it ash co-mingled with the smell of crushed death. Although these have their import as reminders, I choose to thank God that all I love is still here to cherish...still here to hold. So in the midst of the heartfelt sorrow or anger you may feel from this day, take a moment to look around. Finding peace when you see your children playing. Laughing because your friend is sharing as yet another complaint. Feeling the lump in your throat when you still get calls from your parents asking you if you ate. May this day make all those things we may have taken for granted all the more valuable. May we all take stock and learn to love and to hold more fiercely. This is my 9/11...much love

~Moses

The Pretty Way - A Poem by Moe

when fears will try take the reigns 

and drag your heart morose

to cloud all evidence of gains

reach out and feel me close 

for I am but a man with love 

that tender holds your heart

though hidden I am still above

to whisper and impart

your beauty's voice is more that skin

to witness still today

it's strength and grace I've known within

that steels this heart to stay

so stand with me oh pretty face

and give this world your best

for here's a man that knows the grace

you have to pass this test 

and you will stand to face the day

as challenge wains in strength

and lay your road the pretty way

deciding breadth and length

so hear my words this whispered night

and let them kiss your soul

that they may help your heart take flight

and sail on past your goal

~Moses 

Badge - A Poem by Moe

what shadows press and move

all skip at cover's night

in boldness to reprove

when spirit's born to light

what evil they have planned

what roar instilling fear

succumb to the command

of lawmen they must hear

and they will seek to cadge

through fear is how they slide

until they see the badge

that grace has pinned inside

~Moses

Freedom Wind - A Poem by Moe

"Well it's not far down to paradise...at least it's not for me..."

he found his freedom in the wind

through no choice of his own

for all his cares had timely thinned

when what was sown had grown

he learned to navigate the air

at study came to steer

with fewer earthen rules to bear

he found there less to fear

his nightly skies fawn holy love

with sunsets placed to dream

the birds by day make way above

through clouds of silky creme

with needs his ship makes way to land

but not for very long

as earthen ways have long since banned

the sailing lovers song

so happily does he set sail

at times with souls in tow

but they return as needs avail

with more now to bestow

such beauty's best by man ignored

most times he sails alone

but he looks out for one's accord

to share the skies he's flown...

~Moses

Birthday Girl - A Poem by Moe

oh birthday girl you come to mind

to recollect the love we signed

a venture signed for the unknown

that ended in a pain we'd own

pains they come in shape and size

the kind we get we cant surmise 

but like the prize inside the box

we ate and ate to none but rocks

the shouting match from distanced call

was only soothed by southern drawl

to come on back to steel you bought

and shout the joys my pillow caught

our ups and downs were ins and outs

what seemed to work assuaging doubts

but distance made our outs enough

to know we couldn't keep the cuff

recall do I the first we flew

the time your shock said "this is new"

recall do I the day you left

when all our love had seemed bereft

but now I see the truth of this

that you and I were meant to kiss

though not to last or build a life

to learn both sides of passion's knife

~Moses Apollo

Until Then - A Poem by Moe

none wistful stranger thing took place

when noticed he her soul

went seen at first her pretty face

but free man kept to role

when breath revealed this flower's heart

at rhythm with his own

his ears now sought her tender part

that she had since made known

invested melded intertwined

what they had not foreseen

that fate should cross two souls in kind

now past what was routine

such embers spawned a great desire

that honor could not meet

frustrating flames within their pyre

bore love's taste bittersweet

but bittersweet is just as sweet

when true love found endures

and fleeting love cannot compete 

when all at depth ensures

and time may pass with lovers placed

to rise and fall again

until all honor's ripe for taste

he sees no "if"...just "when"

~Moses

Sometimes It Ain't Easy...

"Look at the stars.  Look how they shine for you and all the things that you do..."

There were times when I feared losing those around me being the person that writes these words.  Too deep, too serious, too this or that.  That is until I realized something.  Placing the word "too" in front of a virtue only implies that you have said virtue in over-abundance.  Never be afraid of it.  Embrace all of you even when no one else will.  Never hide your graces and give people something to strive for.  The rewards come later...

Always remember something:  Nothing worth doing is ever easy and being great at something is no exception.  That is what makes it so damn priceless.  Not everyone can do it...I'm out

~Moses

Promenade - A Poem by Moe

the railing kept him off the moss

that lay upon the rock

but on a night he suffered loss

his grief saw none to block

so neath the stars he sat in peace

confiding in his Lord

for all he sought was friends release

from conflicts gone ignored

until that point religion held

his soul in constant fear

but on this rock his faith propelled

a difference in his ear

he spoke as friend in human tone

like water poured to earth

and while he spoke his ears had sown

an intuition birth

now free to hear and free to speak

all truth becoming clear

and what was once called wrong to seek

became his new frontier

too good for wrong too wrong for good

a man with no facade

tis on this rock the great ones stood

beside this promenade

~Moses