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Sunday, December 8, 2024

An Oasis For Some...

"I can feel it..."


Self-awareness... you either have it or you don't. At one time, it was considered to be one of our most important traits for growth, but due to "fad" psych-pop... it began to place lower on the lexicon scale. It seems the word "narcissist" took its place. An overhyped and misinterpreted word to be sure. I truly believe if there were more self-awareness in this world, there'd be less of a compulsion to use it as something viable. Since many that use it have no idea that they judge themselves every time they do. Now, lest one make the mistake of thinking that I'm somehow triggered by the word, understand that it is the overuse of any wrongfully defined term used to throw people away that I'm staunchly against. That includes the words "racist" and "misogynist"... words that no longer have weight or meaning because they are used to impune the motives of everything and everyone these days. Folks, if everyone's a thing... no one is a thing. So then, what's the difference between the two? The self-aware, look inward to self-correct and grow, while the narcissist looks at their reflection as something beautiful at the expense of others or what needs to internally change. The "experts" today lack nuance, confusing the two. An error that by extension has "chilled" the positive effects of self-awareness. Well... for most, it seems, anyway. I still hold fast to the power of it and always will.

Why bring this up? Well, since I began incorporating the practice of matching energy for energy, I've noticed some have begun treating me differently. Almost like they think my feelings towards them have changed, and I find it interesting. They lack the self-awareness to see that all I've done is place a mirror up where there was none. My feelings for them have remained constant throughout. The only thing that has changed is that I no longer put out what I've put out before without reciprocation or appreciation. For them, it seems to be something to negatively respond to either internally or externally... and it makes no sense at all. It's like sincerely being bothered or upset at someone else's behavior that you have engaged in yourself without ever making the relevant connection. Self-awareness grants me clarity on where I need to apologize and self correct. It makes me a better man... an understanding man. One that knows I cannot dare to ask for something I myself have not been willing or able to give. Too many have tossed this aside and have decided to solely focus on how they've been seemingly slighted... without ever looking at what role they may have played in it themselves.

Ironically, this has further crystalized who will remain in my orbit and vice versa going forward and I'm talkin family, friends and lovers. I've said this many times before but I can feel a change comin. This time, it is one that can not be stopped or delayed as easily as the rest. In times past, when I've declared "change", it was because it was clearly on the horizon but as it was clear to me, it was just as clear to those looking to prevent it for the sake of their control. In this case, their control and their ability to prevent or delay progress has greatly diminished... and I am so ready to proceed onto the next level(s). One day, I may speak clearer on this "change"... or not.

I know what needs doin and in spite of all my trials, I have been ready for what's next for quite some time. I had ideas about who'd be standing with me in the end, but time has moved many out of that steadfast line. For whatever reason, I'm accepting that it shall be how it shall be. Its not an easy thing and its somewhat confusing at times but there's nothing I can see to do or say on my end to remedy it... humans gonna "human." For my part, I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I am and will always be who and what I've always been... an oasis for some and sometimes... something else for others. Much love to you all... I'm out...

~moses apollo

Wednesday, December 4, 2024

The Trials of the Warrior Poet

"Just one year of love
Is better than a lifetime alone
One sentimental moment in your arms
Is like a shooting star right through my heart"


The past two years have been one big blur. One "day-in-day-out" trudge. Where everyday was a day unto itself... without a yesterday to remember or a tomorrow to hope for. With no way to make plans... because doing so might cause you to lose your spot in the foxhole. Less than a handful know the trial I've been facing as I am not one to complain for some weightless victim status that brings glory only to the empty. No, we do what we have to do... silently. Now... to step out of the foxhole and fan out into the battlefield with clearer objectives. A mop up operation of sorts that will require mental cunning, emotional maturity and spiritual hierarchy. I was made for such things...

And yet... the officiating of such things comes with a price. They all come mixed in with people and things that nine times out of ten, might not want to stick around for the battle. People and things your focus might have to deviate from given the amount of focus those battles require. In all my life, I think there was only one that understood and was willing, at least verbally... to take the parts of me she could have and live with not having the rest given how sparse my pieces tend to get. She said that "pieces" of me had more value than the "whole" of some others and I was grateful for the sentiment but even that didn't last. For even if it were true, most folk don't do well with pieces of a thing... they always want the whole. A wholeness the more complex will usually fake giving up just to stay in a relationship. I can agree with that semantically and that is only because how I define having the wholeness of one is different than most others would have it. It is a mindset that comes from seasoned hearts that long to hold fast to rainbows and butterflies while clearly accepting how fleeting they are. These take the special moments as they come and they become the basis of all that is rich within their heart and the heart of those they share them with. 5 minutes, 5 hours, 5 days or 5 weeks... all stretched out as eternal given how special those moments become. The seasoned understand how important this is and seek this out as they live out purpose or plan. Yet given the "rules" today... ain't many out there that will openly say this is a route they don't mind taking. For my part, it is one of the very reasons why I remain a man of discretion. The more I look, the more I see this becoming acceptable... even among the younger women. But just because this is so, does NOT mean that they are all ready for such an experience as it is NOT for those unwilling to feel the pain of longing or the confusion that comes from living beyond convention.

I have fearlessly poured my soul into a woman's heart, have made love like a king whose kingdom was made up of stars and have indulged in moments of ecstasy with some whose years of companionship were supposed to transform love making into something mechanical. My time and experience has created something in me that will never die and I am thankful for this most days. Yet to be this way and have battles to fight and wars to win is not an easy thing. It means learning to manage the hard and the soft and remain sincere in the process. It means fighting off frustration in the foxhole while simultaneously finding joy in the purpose or plan. This takes an internal acrobatic skill requiring an awareness unique to all your inner workings. Something that does not happen overnight. Something that carries real weight and translates into many other areas of life. Something... that has a man like me blessed, at times to hear: 

"you can keep your life, your money and all you have as possession... I just want you however I can have you... for however long... I can have you..."

~moses apollo apolinaris

Wednesday, November 13, 2024

Mi Luna Llena...


Tell me where the wind is blowing cause that's where the music's going
You are my big dark blue and I want to swim all around you
You are the sweetest melody I never sung
I feel like I know you but you're just a ghost to me
And when I sit beside your shadow somehow it comforts me
You are the sweetest melody I never sung
You are the island of love my remedy to rescue me
You are a breeze of a song that carries me
You are the sweetest melody I never sung
La
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la
I've got a hole the size of your touch that fits in your arms as much
And when I try to fill it up the hole gets bigger every time
You are the sweetest melody I never sung
You are the sweetest melody I never sung
You are my island of love my remedy to rescue me
You are a breeze of a song that carries me
You are the sweetest melody I never sung
Canta canta mi luna mi luna llena
Esta melodia que es el abismo adentro de mi
El abismo adentro de mi
Mi luna mi luna luna llena



With heart heavy in hand and she, before his eyes in transparent bliss... Waterman puts pen to page:


"My love... who told you that you were unlovable? Who told you that you were not enough? Who lied to you long enough to make you believe there was something wrong with you? This life is full of disappointments... even disillusionments. All we can do is live it out to the best of our ability. Not everyone will see you as I do. Many will come and go, sayin and doin the right things to convince you to open your heart long enough to take what they want for themselves. You may come to feel the fool and blame yourself but I'm here to tell you yet again... it is NOT entirely your fault. NEVER blame yourself for "believing" for to ask our kind to stop believing is akin to asking us to stop breathing. Only death can come of it... of the soul and of the heart. That one should fail you by using your belief is a risk we all take to live out the fullness of our humanity and our kind demands it by design. No my love... you are in fact the "sweetest melody I've never sung" to completion. Mi "luna llena" that circumstance only ever allowed me to admire from afar... that thankfully has yet to stop gracing my nights sky. Find solace in this. It's not the quantity of the love and admiration you get that matters most. What matters most is the quality of the soul that does... and we, my love... are still alive...

Be at peace... with love

Waterman"

~moses apollo

Sunday, October 6, 2024

The All Of Me - A Poem by Moe



held in hand, but gently so

i free my loves to come & go

loved deep enough to want to stay

without some grip, they'd need betray


for passion here is better sired

when depth of want is born inspired

in open palm my seed is sown

to love a heart i need not own


so come now nestle in this palm

and find this freedom's soothing balm

to see my all, remaining free

and come to love the all of me...


~moses apollo

Tuesday, October 1, 2024

Muse...



Stepping into the precipice of time, immersed in the thought of all that is deemed "special" and "beautiful" to him... awash in recollection...

That sun that greeted him with warm kisses by day and that moon struck mist caught framing beautys silhouette against the backdrop of trees outside his window by night. That subtle breeze that came and went... brushing up against the flowers in the ever fields... allowing them to dance and sway. All doing so... inspiring verse. 

Oh the temporal in the hour, the minute and the second... wanting him to make them immortal. Desiring him to see them (through a prism of artistic passion) worthy to be called... "muse". What made them so special? What made them so fine? Beyond their beauty, they knew he understood their language. Their cry to be seen. Their desire to be touched and wanted by passion. They shone for him by day. Drew outlines of beauty for him by night and danced and swayed for him in the ever fields. These... all wanting to be seen and whispered into immortality by his love, tethered their hearts to his own. For although they were temporal... he saw them through forever eyes. Eyes very few now have. Eyes...

And where now... is he to find the next? Who will shine against all fear? Who will allow their beautiful silhouette to be drawn out by the moon and who... will dance and sway like there is naught but a breeze on their cheek guiding them into passion? Whose skin will muse his own? Whose heart will seek to tether to his own? Who now... will inspire verse? 

Come sing for him, dance for him and show him your heart is a gifted canvas ready for expression. Speak to him and inspire him with your skin, your taste and touch... tell him what you want of his heart so that without fear or expectation... he may fall to verse and love again...

For though all have come to ground... losing the ability to believe in forever. He has not... nor will he ever.

~moses apollo

Wednesday, September 25, 2024

He Also Serves - A Waterman Tale by Moe


She sits alone, contemplating the subtle raindrops tapping at her window. Music, love... ease. With a glass of wine in her hand as soft tunes play in the background. Her kids are with their dad for the weekend, and she's feeling a sense of longing. A longing for the man who would not leave her heart in peace and the man her mind could not so easily erase. A man who would show up even in her dreams at times like a welcome intruder come to fulfill a fantasy. An untapped secret... rarely ever spoken of. Even... when she was with someone else. Herself, being a woman of substance and stature, she knows what she has and who she is, is set in stone. Seasoned enough to know that a sweet taste of something that lingers like an echo ecstatic in the heart is so much sweeter than what remains ordinary in the humdrum of daily life. Tonight, her will is yearning for the taste. Like a woman in command, she picks up her phone and texts three simple words... "I need you...". Only ten minutes later, he responds with: "Ok love... when and where. "

Waterman, sitting by candlelight, was picking at his guitar at the time he received that text. He read it and smiled... knowing all too well exactly what it was for. He was not the slut many stereotyped him to be. No, he was very selective in his choices... as well as eclectic. He knew this was special. A seasoned man that understood and practiced in the ebbs and flow of passion, that had little desire to posess anyone or become a posession himself. In a world where so many seek the fragile delusion of a stability made unstable by a fickle society, he had decided that the transparency found in being brutally honest and up front about the fleeting nature of a thing meant that it could blossom into anything the winds required. Found in the freedom to love and express an unbridled passion in the moment without the anchors of expectation. Tonight, he knew this was not an invitation to become a couple or a request to change a life or two. No, it was an invitation to do what he had a passion for. To experience a moment of want and desire with greatness. To serve in a capacity that brought pleasure. Not for an agenda or something so surface as lust... but to be able to please a beautiful woman he was connected to. A woman, he could call one of his own. To fulfill a part of what he felt he was designed for. Even if just for the one night... he knew it would reverberate throughout time as a memory worthy to recall if ever a moment called for the evidence of passion. He prepared for the night ahead as he would normally do and waited on his location.

About an hour later, he got the address to a hotel halfway between them both. She knew what she wanted and made every preparation needed for the night. This... was a woman among women. She wasn't interested in protocols or lists. She wanted what she wanted and she didn't care about the critism should anyone find out. Even still, discretion was paramount as this was something she would NOT normally do but her need to have him superceded her common practice and of course, Waterman understood. 

Symbiosis took place that night. Expressed in every way imaginable to the backdrop of a Jon Hassel melody. Where nothing was off limits and every glide was sweet and fine. Soft and hard... fast and slow. It was a night where two people made love, assuming they would part ways the next day... never to see each other again. They took their time... every time.

As it was, after very little sleep and a water conservation shower (showering together), they walked out of the hotel room kissing, as they held on to each other for dear life. For that long night up until the rising of the sun... they were a couple... and it was beautiful. 

Now, some would call this a booty call, but in retrospect... it was way more for them both. It was the natural fulfillment of a connection shared in purity of purpose and design. A night produced with an understanding and a care between two souls seasoned enough to know what it could mean. A night where a woman took the world into her own hands towards the fulfillment of a long since held fantasy. Knowing the one she chose was not just up for the task... but that it was his fantasy as well... just as much as it was hers.

And so it went... until the next time ;-)

~moses apollo


Sunday, September 22, 2024

"Wait, I Say..."...

 

"...fly away... i'll never be the same.  shhhh..."


"wait'll they get a load of me..."


~moses apollo apolinaris

Monday, September 16, 2024

Permanent...

 


"but when you're lovin me I'm fine
so love me... just one more time
'cause when I said, "I love you"
that's forever

and I'm trying to reach you

do you remember when... we touch
like old friends
and I smile at you
then we both start laughin"

when the future proves our past... verses from Draco Rosa's "Mad Love" that will forever remain relevant. why? "just because"... is permanent my love ;-)

~moses apollo


Tuesday, September 10, 2024

The Seasoned Few...

"...you'll never know the top till you get too low..."

I confess to lust, to want, to need, to desire... and to love. I confess to allowing myself the vulnerability of a poetic fool that would still travel miles for just a kiss. All under the inspiration of what most would now deem a "fairy tale". I confess... I still believe in "forever". I still believe in an orgasm that lingers beyond the night into beautiful memory. I still believe in missing what you've only had at heart. I still believe in an "us" that is capable of flourishing in turbulent flight. In an "us" that finds a way to turn that turbulence into a passion dance... choreographed by the unique combination of our souls alone. Whose stage is found in the eye of a storm specifically designed with the union of our two bodies in mind. I still believe...

And so we stand... we push no matter what has happened. As though only seconds on a speed bump of caution had slowed us down to life. All with a purpose in mind. With lessons formed as scars upon the skins of our souls. All, in order to lean into a newly branded perspective far from bitterness. A perspective that proves the most important parts of ourselves are immovable and unshakable. Parts that loudly declare that we are not the type to surrender to the fickleness of this age. That our substance is real and that our faith, hope and love are worth fighting for. We stand... we press... we fight. All the while... makin this sh*t look good ;-) 

Oh and we ain't done yet. We have chapters to write. Both together... as well as apart. Chapters on discovery, evolution, purpose and passion. Chapters on love and hope that will move even the most adventurous to shiver at the telling. Neither young, nor old... we are the seasoned few. Seasoned by a pain, grief, loss or struggle that came to break us... but that only managed to slightly bend us instead towards a clearer vision of all that we truly are. In a world where everything tastes the same... we stand apart now. And the more we face... the less blandness we will embrace. It's just the way of things... accept it. Understand your worth and allow life's lessons to keep you in check but rehearse this reality in your soul: false humility is a virtue signal we can no longer afford to indulge. I'm out...

~moses apollo   

Monday, September 2, 2024

Another Night... Another Dream...


Dream 9/1/2024

I went to go visit a friend at her home... she was apparently sickly but I didn't know what she had. I walked into the kitchen and gave her a big hug but she had this look on her face like something was bugging her. As soon as our hug ended, in comes this man that was taking care of her. He was wearing what looked like a white half apron that covered only his lower half down to half his thigh and yes, he was fully clothed. He was annoyed that she was out of bed and was acting like he had been doing overtime taking care of her. Almost like an overinvolved nursemaid. He also had the look and attitude of a liberal politician named Sherrod Brown... in both appearance and maybe even politics. In his annoyance, he scolded her saying "you should be in bed!! we need you to get better now!!". When he said this, she looked back at me as she was walking away as if to say "my problem is this man".

As he began to follow her, I stopped him and said "don't worry, I'll walk up with her". He didn't like that one bit. As I walked into her room with her, she began to explain that she was done with his excessive babying. She wanted to spend time on her pastime outside but that he wouldn't allow her to. She actually felt that his Lording over her every move was either making her feel worse... or prolonging her illness. She was done. In an instant, I felt a rushed intuition that this was being done on purpose to control her. To keep her in perpetual state of care kept her both weak and compliant. This was an evil...

I told her to get dressed and to go outside... I'd handle him. She got dressed and went downstairs. He immediately became irate and began once again telling her that she needed her rest. I told him to back off and explained that she actually needed to be outside to improve. His response was akin to "I know what she needs better than you do!!" and THAT was enough to stoke my anger towards violence. I rushed to get in his face and he backed off and said "Fine!!". He took off his little apron, said "she's all yours now!!" and left in the huff of a small man's hissy fit. I just held her for a bit and woke up. As I woke, I heard a phrase that was fading out:

"sometimes those that come to heal... can actually make us worse"

In case you missed it... this isn't about me being anyone's hero. It's about knowing which "heroes" are in it for YOU... or themselves. Stay hip my loves... I'm out

~moses apollo