Revelations: The Truth About Moe

We are beautifully depressing,
Like a Street Car Named Desire,
And yet I do not know my name,
Your face,
This place,
It's all so foreign.
The smell of vodka in the air,
It's so delightful,
And unfortunately.....I'm coming up short,
The more I learn,
The more I .........
This ride comes with a height requirement,
I cry,
You smile,
They'll never know us,
The way they know you.

I'm The One

I'm working on a new series of poems. So I'm throwing this bet I got going on out of the window. In the words of Ms. Marsha Ambrosius, I'm the one. To understand just ignore 2Chainz. I think the series would be called The Truth About Moe or something to that degree. It will be like a somewhere between 5 and 10 parts if my hands can keep up with it. I might put it together in a book or something I don't know. Everything is optional the first part is already done. I'm just thinking about a title right now.

http://www.hotnewhiphop.com/kanye-west-the-one-song.994944.html Kanye West – The One Lyrics 


[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]
The storm is on the horizon
I’m standing here alone
Got a pistol on my hip
And it's gon' be some shit
If you want it then bring it on
See I'm a motherfuckin' soldier
And I’mma be here 'til it’s done
And when they asking who I'm is, shit
You just tell them that I’m the one
(One, one, one)
Tell them that I’m the one
(One, one, one)
Tell them that I’m the one

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I'm the one, baby
Yeah, I'm the one, baby
Since God gave his only begotten son, baby
It's hard preachin' the gospel to the slums lately
So I had to put the church on the drums, baby
You on a run, baby
You on a run, baby
You think you free but you a slave to the funds, baby
You think you me, but you ain't me, what you done lately?
Mhm that's cool but I been runnin on the sun, baby
We on a galaxy the haters cannot visit
That's my reality so get off my Scott Disick
If you ever held a title belt you would know how Michael felt
Tyson, Jackson, Jordan - Michael Phelps
Yeahhh, had to take it to another realm
Cause everything around me got me underwhelmed
Best way to describe my position is at the helm
Best way to describe my new whip - Yeeeaaaalmmp

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I told Detroit I'mma fuckin' get it
I told my brother we'll be fuckin' winnin'
Ye told me I'm the man for the job
So I told my mom, call her's up and tell 'em that she quittin'
Started off in that Chevrolet, but it's Ferraris I gotta drive
I'm on HBO with my entourage, I'm 5'9'' fuck a 9 to 5
I need a hundred million no compromise
I'm a double X L nigga : magazine and condom size
See what I seen and be traumatized
I don't wait, I marinate, variate erryday
Every state, sold out, fuck around and need a barricade
My weed loud I need a hearing aid
Livin' life behind a pair of shades
I be a billionaire if I could get a dollar
For all the bullshit that I hear a day
I did it

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Treat the back seat like a sofa bed
Break bread with my niggas, call it profit share
This some good shit, but it get better
And yeah my bitch cold, nigga thin sweater
Like my verse suede and the beat leather
Just tryin' to stay above sea level
When my nigga went to jail, I said, "Free Gucci"
I done bought so much shit, I should get free Gucci
Bought my baby momma anaconda bags
I shouldn't have bought it all
I should've went and cut the grass
Snake ass niggas in my fuckin' face
Bring your girl here nigga so I could fuck her face
Yeah I run this place, this is cashmere swag
Niggas treadmillin' goin' nowhere fast
Sittin' courtside at the Hawks game
Louis on, I could trip a fuckin' ball player

[Outro: James Fauntleroy]
Fuck yeah, awesome, yeah I lost some of my mind
And then I found peace it was really kind of awesome
It's possible, goddamn right
I've been honest the whole time

Fight Club and Nuvo

I/I am slipping/I'm tripping/Floating away/And I know/They
Know/Oh yeah they know/Something is strange here/Be
There/To long and you'll feel it/It could be/Paranoia/Or maybe the drugs/Alcoholism/There
Is/Something/Something/Something/Some thing I'm forgetting/A past life/A psychological disease/There is
Something/Different/Distance/Fuck it/I know there is something wrong here/I can feel it/Something very
Wrong/Here

Like I Did, Yesteryear....

Sometimes I wish it was yesteryear,

Oh yesteryear, why did you leave me so?

Torn, broken, mangled, confused,

Mostly hurt and yearning,

Simple still.

Really, really, really, simple,

I just need to look them over,

The love and the lap-dances....

And the sins in which I paid for.

A calm is in order,.... alas,

Slowing down my world,

Could end it the world as we know it,

Selfish, conflicted, or understanding the facts?

Well..... lets be honest with ourselves, 

The weed isn't cheap,

The liquor isn't free,

The fun is over at least for me.

The ride was nice,

Yet it was yesteryear.

Who I was,

In yesteryear.

Is not who I can be,

So lost in yesteryear.

Shutting down the system,

Hiding who I am,

From who you see.

Keeping those close,

Ignorantly, blissfully away,

From I,

But allowing them close,

Close enough to pretend to,

Know me.

Sorry For the Wait

I know it's been a while since you heard from me. I'm back now, time for some death and normalcy. (Meaning poetry bad romance stories and the other shit you come to expect.) So I hope you are ready. Links and shit to come. First poem for the season coming soon.

Please understand me. This drinking shit is crazy. I'm nuts I'll admit to that, but being in love kills that. That's all you get tonight.

Confusing Your Highness

I was a peasant,

In the presence,

Of a Queen, so I created a rockstar,

Just to lose her in the lights and the scene.

But you can’t lose a Queen,

No matter how uneasy, queasy,

She is always in the spotlight,

And the media keeps me lost and confused.

I wish I could do it differently,

The worlds being so different,

My mind just differs,

Killing my dreams, dashing out my hopes.

X and O, representing hugs and wishes,

Wishes bigger than the Queen,

The peasant, the rockstar,

The Atlantic, The Pacific,

Alas, I ramble…

In my mind I was a peasant before a Queen,

Bigger than friends,

Bigger than us,

Bigger than this,

This, something, I don’t understand,

That, something, you don’t understand.

Yet everything, I wish to explain,

Is to hard to do,

Before I lose you,

I must…. explain…

Everything….

My liege, this explains nothing.

Soup and Town House Crackers

I swear I want to move in with Alice,
Commit suicide in malice,
That's homicide to the white rabbit.

Fresh off the meds, I circum to the madness,
Like this shit is in fashion,
And I hate it like a passion,
But on the meds, you like my smile,
Even though follow by and all the while,
It's really just good acting.

Vodka to sleep,
Music to feel emotions,
Weed to ease the stress,
Maybe I'm just......losing it,
But that must be the drugs,
The doctors think I'm fine,
As long as I keep popping,
They say I won't lose my mind.

The truth being,
Can you lose something....that was never found....

As a guy who watches Monday Night Raw every week the rest of you can go to hell.

More Up to Date News

Ezada says I'm in love, I think it's just my high though. But she knows me very well. You know, being a part of my imagination and such. But she thinks I'm in love with another part of my imagination. And if so it only makes sense to cut that part of me off. Correct? It's like a lobotomy, but not really. I'm confuse, and taking in all the things I've been taking in lately isn't helping. I'm fighting a pass love very often and she seem to be giving up on herself. Another friend won't speak to me, but tweet her life away. Chasing these dudes that's chasing other chicks. It's wild, but I'm the immature one. Oh well. I plan on going back to school early. And I got another event coming up. I'm excited. That's it for today