Everything, Nothing...Empty, More...

"And at once I knew...I was not magnificent..."

Dark elegant room.  At it's center, a large black marble table with a lit chandelier above it making sure it was the only piece of furniture visible in the room.  One by one, men begin to enter.  Each taking their place at this table.  Some dressed in casual attire.  Others dressed in three piece suits.  All carried briefcases except for one.  With every chair taken...the doors close.  They now wait in silence...

One hour passes.  The men begin to fidget and become anxious.  Some stand, some pace, some engage each other in whispered conversation...only one sits still.

The red light above the door signals the coming of their host.  A hush of silence hits the room as they silently scurry to sit as though they had been sitting still the whole time.  The host enters but stays clear of the light.  As yet unseen, overhead speakers carry the hosts voice as the question is posed to them:

"What makes you worthy to sit at my table?" 

One by one the briefcases are opened and each man places on the table their answer to the question asked:  Car keys, house keys, resumes, degrees, trophies, pictures of physical attributes and certifications of every kind.  All did this...except for one.

The one that sat still kept his keys in his pocket.  His pictures and his licenses all remained in his wallet.  He instead decided to place on the table an empty cup and a lined sheet of paper with nothing written on it.  At it's side, a neatly sharpened number 2 pencil.  The men arrogantly scoffed at his display as he stoically sat in confident silence.

They were all asked to leave...except him...

~Moses Apollo  

Such Heart - A Poem by Moe

"That's all...that's all..."

Inside the crevasse tis the hold

From which this heart took shape and mold

That place inside that none should see

Inside the space where fools roam free

Where billowed spoken clouds do sway

And beauty's head at rest could lay

Where all of life stands still to rhyme

And meet it's rhythm's beat in time

In here one's graced to touch and care

Where others sight doth fail to bear

Here tender words of love collide

While tween the letters writ they hide

And soon they may at last appear

When pretty's name is whispered clear

But till such time there's peace to know

Such heart is placed where none will go

~Moses Apollo

Hot For More - A Poem by Moe

"Don't want you to get hurt...can't help but I'm a flirt..."

92 degrees and I paid my fees early on in the game.  I was never the same after that tip dip and slip shit.  One hit, two hit, three...never really was about me.  This fucked up heat just reminds me to eat when I need to but today, I need to be freed to by more than just blood flow and a moist tip.  I need a trip into the truth her.  Enhancing the youth of her through an experienced unmatched as yet unhatched by fuckboys, toys and lip-serviced noise.  Nah, I'm way out on the fringe with a pull to binge just the same to know I came without a drug to blame.  It's just pure impassioned want fashioned by the heat of the day callin and crawlin at me.  All the while I'm name callin and forestallin for somethin better.  For somethin wetter...for more...

~Apollo

When I Am Me - A Poem by Moe

"All my instincts, they return

And the grand facade, so soon will burn

Without a noise, without my pride

I reach out from the inside..."

impassioned days do call for me

oh let my soul express and share

of pretty gaze in eyes I see

from naked heart to me laid bare

for tongue has touched all sacred place

where lovers lay to speak all truth

that near or far this warm embrace

is never deemed or found uncouth 

that God would bless intent refined

these shackles worn in love set free

to chase the pure when passion's blind

for great is He when I am me

~Moses Apollo

Renew...

Pour thy clear waters into another vessel that is thine

Take in the cloudy waters of a love as you would wine

Mix theirs with your own, waters renewed wax clear

This now your gift of love, peace and calm from fear 

Surrender your waters that their sight be restored anew

Yet keep thy gift free...never let them know it was you

~Moses Apollo

Death Before Dishonor - A Poem by Moe

"I wanna sing with all my heart a lifelong song.  Even if some notes come out right and some come out wrong..."

He followed conscience north

That truth be true indeed

His path was then set forth

To kneel at Holy Screed

Imbibing flesh released

Wild passion kept at bay

Then wisdom came to piece

The flame he willed to stay

With heart and conscience true

His passion plays the fawner

To cherish all he's due

Through death before dishonor

~Moses Apollo

Ethereal...

Recycle my ethereal...placed and replaced.  Graced to nurse my health from a steady wealth of diction contradiction.  Quenching my addiction for loss and gain.  A fleeting pain I train to maintain my lust for more and all I adore.  To have and to hold.  Dying old to live again.  To choose the same without the confines of game.  To show up and sew up.  All to be left wanting...flaunting my nothing.  To freely give is how I choose to live upon a stage without the cage of an audience.  My knees they fold to fill what's been told about life's existence.  Driving my insistence that there has to be more.  More to love, more to life, more to give and more to live...

Placed and replaced...I ain't done yet ;-)  

~Moses

A Moment In Strawberry Fields - A Poem by Moe

"Let me take you down..."

closed eyes he feels the burn

sun rises on a field

his soul has come to learn 

what senses touch to wield

upon this field he glides

it's ground a softened skin

at touch he feels the tides

from waves that flow within

he rides the waves to peak

to face the supple mound

between it flows a creek

where sustenance is found

his hand now softly dips

with fingers slightly bent

producing moistened tips

from waters he's been sent

the waters taste of juice

to timely savor slow

the dips now find a sluice

from waters greater flow

so laps he like a beast

as ground begins to tense

his lover's field, the feast

that steady bears him hence...

~Apollo

Just Show Up...

"All I want is you..."

How many times have you come across a beautiful suit for sale in a storefront window.  It looks perfect on the mannequin and you naturally assume it would be perfect on you.  You don't hesitate because the price is right.  You give the salesperson your measurements and you take it home.  You try it on and it looks ok but within two weeks and two wearings, it's already looking ragged.  What happened?  The suit was beautiful but the fabric and stitching was cheap.  Then again, what did you expect for $89.99?  You were a victim of false advertising and so it is with humans that outwardly Peacock what they don't inwardly possess...

What do I mean?  I'm talking about those types that say whatever they think any "interest" around them wants to hear.  It's like carrying around a fully laminated resume ready to pull out when opportunity strikes.  I love reading posts on Facebook from beautiful women when they ask "What would a date with you look like?"  What is then posted becomes one clique after another.  I almost expect theme music at the reading of some of them.  You no doubt get "roses", "champagne" and let's not forget the famous "walk on the beach".  After all is written and the unassuming women have swooned into their male posters' fragile egos, I purposely decide to write the obvious.  "I can't tell you what I will do until I know who we are talking about because one size does not fit all!!!"  To which I am met with yawns and light praise which incidentally makes me chuckle.  No one bothers to ask if she's allergic to flowers or maybe she prefers a specific flower to the ordinary fare.  What if she doesn't drink?  In such a case, wouldn't it be better suited to her if you purchased a non-alcoholic brand?  As for the beach?  What if it's December in New York?  You still gonna take her?  I'm sure you'll be able to feel the skin of her palm through them thick ass gloves...how romantic.

Listen folks, I find amusement in this not at the expense of those that do this stuff but at the expense of formulas that have nothing to do with what makes anything special.  Especially since everybody does the same thing.  It takes no thought to copy the cinematic ideal of romance but it takes time and real effort to get to know someone intimately enough to make a moment special specific to them alone.  If you listen closely enough you can find something that will make them remember that 30 second moment you created for as long as they are alive.  All I'm saying is that in many ways, we've traded meaning for flair and like all flair...it shoots up, pops into pretty colors and is quickly forgotten.  I'd rather be the subject of memory than the suit I wore or the flowers I carried.

So I take a different tact.  I just show up with an empty bag.  A figurative bag with nothing in it.  If you focus and judge me by it, I know you ain't interested in me.  If you want to know me even though I carry it?  Then we can talk.  I am confident enough in who I am inside that they cannot help but take notice.  Understand that if you have something worth anything inside, what you will carry is an unavoidable presence.  Once that is noticed, a genuine curiosity produces "get to know me" sessions that can make for real moments.  You'll learn each other and eventually come to a place of comfort at which point you can Peacock all you like, except now, you're carrying her favorite flower and ordering her favorite meal.  So yeah, try something new...be yourself.  Let that be enough...I'm out

~Moses

Secret Spaces - A Poem by Moe

Hidden tween the lettered writ

Are signs of love that delve and sit

They make their way into her heart

And flutter passions embered part

In secret spaces kept unknown

Except to those that lovers own

Thus tender is this forward play

For heart and soul that deeper lay 

That none might question aim's intent

My pretty's gift is clearly sent

Yet she alone can read the sign

In secret spaces solely mine... 

~Moses Apollo