Seers Psalm - A Poem by Moe

"...you're gonna be ok..."

now centered pon all moonlit dreams

where safety finds it's catch

where seers ordered balm the screams

of tender hearts that match

out here they grow beyond themselves

to greater heights unknown

while all they knew now lay on shelves

of all that they've outgrown

yet passion none too quick to calm

should ever find her rest

for she inspires true seers psalm

wherein they draw their best

~moses apollo

Pen The Whole - A Poem by Moe

And she said:

"Give me a reason to love you. Give me a reason to be

a woman. I just want to be a woman..."

what is new come bleedin old

the fever hits you fast

diddle diddle till you're sold

to fevers flow he cast

passion's flame defines his quill

he's bled out all he's writ

etched in soul for now until 

your beacons have been lit

forward play from hunger pains

whose distance has no role

lightly mines your hunger stains

till quill can pen the whole

~moses apollo 

Someplace, Somewhere - A Story by Moe

"Oh, you are in my blood like holy wine

You taste so bitter and you taste so sweet..."

she: "why are your glasses empty? I made those
special.."

he: "I know love, I drank them all..."

she: "so soon?..."

he: "of course! don't worry...I hold their taste to
memory..."

she: "so I take it you'll be leaving then"

he: "no...we both know there's no leaving now. even
if I did uhm, what'd you call it? "leave"..."

she: "then why did you drink them so fast?"

he: "mmm well...I kinda dig the way you pour..."

...

~moses apollo

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