Hunger - A Poem by Moe

"...as birds take flight..."

A poetic lovers passion has purposed two celestial bodies to be driven to surrender by an impulse...a hunger that ferociously craves its long overdue meal...

Beautifully soft, lightly sweetened skin...now his to devour. Hard battle scarred muscle and bone...now hers to enjoy. Standing behind the beauty to his beast with nothing but skin between them. Hunger drives them both to steady seethe as their labored breath does it's best to keep up with their quickened heartbeat...

Expectations and fear flee the moment's slow and steady climb as he turns her around to look into the soul he would make love to. All the while, slowly making his way to satiate their need to touch, to hold, to kiss...to climb and to lift into position for pleasured peak in this their dance of ecstasy...

To taste and become consumed by Aphrodite's elixir as he gets lost in the moment when her pleasure becomes his own. For her sweet implosion and for him to bathe in her essence...

He is, she is, they are...hunger...

~Moses Apollo  

What I Know - A Word by Moe

"Inside my heart there's a fire. Burning out of control..."

my blues is soft and slow but don't get it twisted ain't none of me low. it's all about the flow you dig? it's the cry outside the lie. the unsubtle high of epiphany. you declarin "I'm leavin and cleavin" or "I'm hungry and heavin". your hot and heavy straight on steer and your road? sweet-like and clear. you finally feel the real. you love, you hate, in either state? you done with the placate. you walkin and talkin, knowin what you know you dig?

and what I know? life and love is ever-new. life and love...is ever-you. that daydream feel? is flowin pretty damn real. easy baby...

~moses apollo

My Own - A Poem by Moe

"Reverie..."

visit me across the seas 

of time and space combined

shower me with love that frees

what passion has inclined

kiss my heart until it sighs

and earthly fear is gone

heaven kissed those lovely eyes

that blessed I gaze upon

never doubt our love is here

this place is ours alone

silent love goes whispered clear

since finding you, my own

~moses apollo

You Keep What You Inspire - A Poem by Moe

"...it's as if they're calling me with the cadence of a flame..."

oh let me sail the whole

of all the art in you

direct my sainted role

on winds and skies of blue

to muse this verse in me

enflame this embered heart 

let breath be now my sea

of grace that you impart

to ready now my quill

come lay upon this pyre

I whisper soft until

you keep what you inspire

~moses apollo

The Beauty Neath The Sun - A Poem by Moe

"...quando para mucho mi amore de felice corazón..."

so here I sit without a name

yet there all heaven knows

still thinking, feeling all the same

as lips are singed by coals

oh tender love you know me too

without the push and pull

our airborne hearts that sail in view

find drink until they're full

and soon oh soon the day will come

where there and here are one

when veil is torn and we become

the beauty neath the sun

~moses apollo

Much Left To Inscribe - A Poem by Moe

"...Esse amor com paixão, ai

Esse amor com paixão, ai que coisa!..."

my vibe is not some ploy

this moonsong is mine ease

since man replaced the boy

I croon a sacred tease

to settle pleasured pain

with hums that flow in sync

to bathe in sacred rain

in waters you can drink

yet sip and not imbibe

in bits outside the whole

leaves much left to inscribe

within my lovers soul

~moses apollo

The Plan - A Poem by Moe

once tossed and bent through time

from saving souls to crime

this passion's hold has freed

that first implanted seed

that all the now made clear

from none now left to fear

with pendulum now ceased

before you stands the beast

a beast that roars redeemed

with claws the dregs esteemed

at cost now lives a man

that tinkered with the plan...

~moses apollo

What Destiny - A Poem by Moe

"...I only want to see you bathing in the Purple Rain..."

beset upon the lover's drink

free-born in tongue and quill

he tasted more than some would think

too much for one so still

yet no one knew the hours of night 

he wandered darkened day

till finding perfect skin to write 

of love that drew its say 

what destiny to now impart 

a love for passion's flame

entreating now a mirrored heart

that resonates the same

~moses apollo

Hello...

"If we're gonna fly, we fly like eagles...arms out wide. 

If we're gonna fear, we fear no evil...we will rise"

My name is strength...

I feel the need to clear up a few misconceptions people have about me. To start, people think that I cannot cry. Oh I can and I do, I just don't let the tears cloud my vision. People think I do not feel pain. I feel every blow received. I've just been hit so many times it's turned into lessons on pain management. People think I have no doubts. I do, but I have learned to answer them quickly enough to never let them slow me down. Yet the biggest misconception about me that people have is the worst one yet. People think I cannot fail. I will tell you the secret of my success. For the most part, I can only succeed after I have learned the trappings of failure. Why? This allows me on subsequent tries to identify and avoid those trappings altogether...demanding I stay clear and resolute. So you see, without failure, I cannot ever truly reach my full potential. Ever growing in the cyclical "rise and fall" until the "rising" takes hold.

Oh and one more thing. I am often confused with stubbornness. Don't buy into that. Pride is the
engine of stubbornness. I am at my best when I am vulnerable. Humility is the engine of vulnerability. Without it...my hosts will never truly come to "the end of themselves". The place
where course correction is finally realized towards the road to success...

~moses apollo apolinaris

The Nice And Easy Flow - A Word by Moe

A night has crossed my mind...

"Summer carries Apollo home into a beaten down hotel room. The bed creaks as he sits to contemplate the night's fate. He take off his shirt as he gets up to open the window. The fan oscillating only hot air. The only source of light; a dim lamp and the clear moon coming through the window. Dry sweat on his skin as a hot breeze pushes forward the sheer curtains ever so slightly. His music is hypnotic. His groove is lucid...he's hungry and she wants to see him. It's gonna be a long night..."

Experience is the worn out reel and the well chewed meal. It's the night's nursed drink and exstacy's brink. Fixated and focused on the seconds that drip like hot wax on skin. Like slow deliberate raindrops fillin up a set of cups hand forged out of old pieces of tin...

you want to know...it's the nice and easy flow...

~moses apollo