Kissed - A Poem by Moe

"A light hits the gloom on the grey..."

mix love and lust divine

to call it making love

this sweet and bitter wine

tastes better shared above

the heavens tame the hour

to slowly disappear

I rest inside your flower

my heartbeat's all you hear

now lost inside this grace

where time does not exist

what's temporal can't replace

this ever I have kissed

~Moses Apollo

Poisoned By The Truth - A Poem by Moe

"and at once I knew...but I could see for miles and miles and miles"

an ailment struck my soul

a matter none too small

while staring down this hole

as sight has been my call

the call to see all things

as they are sent to me

inside the depths of kings

as they were meant to be

but dark is long at view

as all takes time to change

and when the time springs new 

my heart must rearrange

but what if all that dark

took longer than you thought

suspicion leaves a mark

to fight the faith you brought

such doubt and fear consumes

all manner of belief

but rooted faith it blooms

when heart is weighed by grief

yes ailment struck me wrong

and burdens fought my youth

but tested faith's made strong

when poisoned by the truth

~Moses

For Him - A Poem by Moe

"I'll never be your beast of burden, I've walked for miles my feet are hurting

All I want is for you to make love to me..."

these tested winds and wandered streets

a conscienced heart in man completes

and settles wholeness in this heart

to bring forth shine in every part

and what you find you wish to own

for here this man is wholly grown

you seek to love him in your space

without a thought to his own race

you say that he is made for you

as love it cloaks the rest that's true

your needs will fill your cup to brim

and fail to ask...are you for him

~Moses Apollo

Destined Call - A Poem by Moe

"With these waves crashing over my head..."

the rain is steady on this night

and clouds obscure my second sight

to clean the waste that's left behind

by shattered pavement I have mined

oh I could cry at being blind

but I know truth I'd never find

without this rain that falls on me

my eyes would crust with naught to see

for waste it covers all that's great

within the soul that's made to wait

and so I sit as raindrops fall

to heal my path for destined call 

~Moses

Night Writer - A Poem by Moe

"I love to turn you on..."

insomniac from death to wake

now sleepless goes his soul

his moon to rise will find the make

of air that breathes the whole

for sun does feed the busy mind 

ingesting all it's care

but moon gives way for soul to find

and organize it's air

the nightly stills and quiet hums

elucidate all schemes

to quiet down the daily drums

and pen his waking dreams

~Moses Apollo

Finally...

For The Love Of Pretty

I have been working on this labor of love on an empty stomach while under the cloud of many distractions.   If I told you that what held me up was the foreward, you'd probably laugh but it is true.  The simplest piece became the most difficult.  It became a beautiful dedication instead...as are most things these days.  

It's funny but some that know me may ask why do this?  A question that requires me to share a truth about myself some will never understand.  Simply, I intend to live forever...in every way that I can.  As will those lives that I have touched and those lives I have been touched by.  I've written about many things and many loves.  My family, my friends and lovers.  I hold them in my heart today and when I reach heaven standing before the throne, God will remember them too as being part of the fabric that held my soul together.  You will know them and honor them as I do.  My love will stand all tests of time breathed out into this plain of heaven.  It doesn't matter if I gain notoriety for this work nor do I care if anyone buys it.  My fame can never exceed the love I have shared in my writings.  For me, that's more than enough.  So who or what is "pretty"?  That is mine to know and I'm sure if you read deep enough...you'll see someone or something you too can call "pretty".  Now...to all else that needs doin...

~Moses Apollo

May 22 2017 - Manchester England

At least 19 people were killed and about 50 others were injured in what British Prime Minister Theresa May called "an appalling suicide attack" after an Ariana Grande concert Monday night at Manchester Arena in England, authorities said.

Tonight, I write about the anger I feel.  The hatred others would place in my heart and my righteous cause to not allow it to rein in me.

This anger is not about what happened.  It exists because I should be appalled and I can no longer find it in me.  As though this age of capitulation has stolen a part of my humanity so as not to offend those that wave the same banner the killer wave.  I have watched honor killings on youtube and have seen people that believe as I do beheaded.  My anger was pure once and now it is reserved for those that have decided not to fight this blatant evil fearing it would offend those that worship under the same banner.  I remember the days when the same voices of capitulation raved about what they thought was an intimation of murder in the name of my Christian God.  A libelous claim against the Man that said "Love your enemies and do good to those that hate you".  To watch them cower now to accept those that actually murder in the name of their God is a shock to my sense of logic.  They have created a safe zone in our society by claiming discrimination where none existed for the effect that they have received.  My anger is to them that call themselves our protectors and allow this to happen.  They turn a blind eye to the cancer and treat the symptoms knowing it will do nothing to kill it.  This blood is now on their hands...

While I stew I see the word Islam being thrown around as the main issue and in part this is correct but I can see my Muslim neighbors that call me "habibi" never wanting such a thing.  I understand that all the images they see are forcing them into a choice they would rather not have to make.  The choice to live in peace as they choose and be seen as apostates to their faith or to see every non-believer as someone they must one day kill.  I have to believe there is a better way.  My humanity and Christian history compels me to remember the reforms that Christians faced were at times bloody.  They were not easy to face but we managed to endure in Christ.  I know that there are many Muslims that seek a reformation but they fear there are not enough of them to pursue it.  They are excluded from the public forum because their voices don't carry headlines and headlines today are rife with blood.  Maybe...just maybe...it's time they got bloody too.  As for me?  My neighbors remain the peace loving kind that greet me with a smile but they too will have to choose but I will never capitulate for the falsity that is political correctness.  Choose life...and do so with a transparency that is palpable.

I choose to separate the wheat from the tares in this regard as should our leaders and they must do so without reserve or mercy.  They must include those peace loving Muslims and offer them the same protections anyone seeking a righteous cause deserves but they MUST reveal themselves or be counted with the rest.  I ask all Muslims that want peace...to fight for it.  Get indignant and angry at those that would send your sons and daughters into a death you didn't ask for while they sit with the billions given them to feed you.  Rise up and fight.  Do all you can to shout to the rest of the world that you are willing to die for this peace as every truly great civilization has done in times past.  Then do as the Christians did...reform and live your lives knowing with pride that you fought for the peace you can one day take part in.

~Moses Apollo 

The King In Me - A Poem by Moe

oh love I feel I've let you down

with loose ends left to dream

but here I hold this lonely crown

with ends not as they seem

for kingdom born to me comes first

with no heart to contend

unsatisfied as yet my thirst

until my kingdom mend

at heart you saw my crown was just

you loved the king I'd be

if I should fail my kingdoms trust

what truth is left of me

my love in truth you've held my gaze

my mind is shared by you

this heart is heavy torn most days

to do all I must do

but distance never weakens love

when it is born in depth

its memory is a mourning dove

with need of lovers breath

and so I breathe this sainted verse

that you alone may see 

as lightly now this dove I nurse

reveals the king in me

~Moses

Manifest Angels...

"Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares..."

A cute quip about his tiny waist found way to becoming a look into his eyes at all he still is...and is yet to be.  This 72 year young lady looked inside with a look he's seen before.  A look of acknowledgement and fear that shook him because he thought it could no longer be seen.  A stranger served as a reminder with a whisper...

"I'm still there and so are you...just as strong..."

What God creates inside is not easily tossed aside.  He knows his purpose is as yet bigger than him.  My people, we will all come to understand a truth.  We are not just beautiful accidents.  We have place and purpose in this world.  Even if it means that you are only meant to stop someone in the middle of a busy street to pray for them.  You don't know what impact your words will have.  Like a pebble in a pond that is meant to begin the ripple that becomes a tidal wave that is meant to change the world...you played your part.  She played her part in reminding him that the sword he carries isn't just a showpiece.  Someday...it will be used as it was meant to.  If I never see her again...she is now an eternal light that will always serve to point my way home...you dig ;-)

~Moses Apollo

Acclimating To Peace...

I was reminded of something today... 

When dealing with a serious issue that consumes you, all else becomes petty and small.  We acclimate to the hardship by accepting its weight. As the load lightens, all that was once petty takes on an undeserved psychosomatic weight and we start reacting to what we had accepted as petty and light.  What was rightfully small grows into something big without merit and the only weapon we have against such a thing is called...awareness.

Heavy trials remind us of many things and one of the most important lessons we learn is to stop sweating the small stuff.  We learn gratitude for the things we take for granted enabling us to find peace in every corner of our lives.  Stay awake...stay hip.  Be at peace and learn to accept that peace.  

Even after we have been acclimated to hardship....learn that's it's ok to be ok.  Tonight...I'm working on just that...God bless

~Moses Apollo