The Possession of Mouse

Please Kitten forgive the loud Mouse,
She is possessed by those demons,
They'll all in her ear,
Telling her to be this...

This loud obnoxious creature,
And she is just as silly,
Cause she just wants to just please them...

Ignoring who she is,
A decent artist,
A great daughter,
Lastly a beautiful girl,
Though they love her ...

Kitten keep it claim,
All those demons shall pass,
Some crave attention,
Others crave perfection,
They both shall fail...

Allow her to repent,
Excuse her wrong doings,
Be the truth,
Let her hope in that water,
And pray that it works...

The following post has nothing to do with the series, the next one will be about a friend who is clearly possessed by something much more sinister. 

Acceptance: The Truth About Moe

There are few things,
Very few things,
That are always true,
In this life, the next, and every life after.

Pain is always consistence,
Tears always flow like a coursing river,
We all wear mask,
The music is a mirror,
And the liquor....

Oh the liquor,
The liquor,
The liquor,
The liquor,
You've been true since the first sip,
With each sip,
You strip us of these mask,
These damn mask we use to hide ourselves,
The real us, the real me.

Oh liquor,
You are the last,
The last of the pure,
The purest of truths.

Replay: The Truth About Moe

Learning, yearning,
Twisting turning,
My thoughts clouded,
Either lack of sleep,
Lack of sheep,
Or lack of peace.

I'll take the latter,
Skip a rung,
Take it. hang it, hung,
Glad to see another week done,
Yet the cycle repeats.

Sunday, Monday,
Bullshit yay,
Tuesday, Wednesday,
Bullshit yay,
Thursday, Friday,
Bullshit yay,
Saturday,
What a day?
Thinking about drinking all week.

And yet the cycle repeats.

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

Update

So I haven't posted in a while but here is an update. Meds, Vodka, Rum, Meds, Meds, Smoke session, Mixing, Meds, Vodka, Sleep, Smoke, Mix, Meds, Vodka

Smoke and Mirrors

To that girl, I want to spend my last high with,
You don't know who you are,
The "you're not my type" chick,
The type of girl I'll give up this life with,
Alas she chases the model types,
6 pack wash board abs blue jeans and a hat to match,
Hipster sheik.
But she'll trade the jeans and hat, for a dude with a suit if he got a car waiting out back,
She isn't shallow or easy, Her standards are high,
And my clouds fall right below them.
Strange clouds leads .... to strange times,
A rebound if I'm lucky,
Or maybe the mishaps, of dunking confessions, and a nice high night,
Truth is I just want a shot of your vodka, the pink sparkling fizz that I've learn to love so much.
"I must be dreaming," she thought, "cause I know this can't be real," she continued,
"I got too much on my plate, and you couldn't be an appetizer, main course, or desert,
Not to hurt your feelings friend, but you are just not my choice of mate."
Or so the story goes, with the million of scenarios that I run, were you just say no,
Delusion is my best friend, after I spill my life on film to you sober,
And with that we've been through too much, and now I'm stuck,
Call it the "Friend Zone" crutch, so I'll let my imagination flush,
If we kiss, we touch,
Then I'll want more, and you might... you'll want it to,
You'll ask me to leave,
It was a mistake of too many drinks, and real good trees,
And too much confessing of pass thoughts, you wouldn't, we shouldn't,
Imagination still rambling, wubs coming though my headphones,
While I see us jamming, to that new techno sound called Srkillix,
I faintly hear you saying, "Damn Moe, you nigga lipped it."
Then I see that awkward smile, followed by that awkward laugh,
Last that awkward face, full of red blush, I laugh too, not to console but because it's funny,
We're that comfortable, yet... awe fuck it.
You're looking for forever, and my sanity levels, with your up and down trebles,
Will never meet at a point, in which my imagination would make sense,
And since we gave up on me making sense, next time I sense you're single,
I'll blow you a big O, and smoke you a sweet kiss.
~~~~~~~~~~END OF POEM~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So according to my friend Ez, I wrote this poem about a girl that I'm in love with. Alas I tell her this is purely bad. But I'll leave it up to the rest of the world to shoot an opinion that is if anybody actually reads these things.  

Safety Vent

My good friend Ezada, thinks I'm in love. I hope she isn't right. This goes against all the rules I have in place to keep my psyche in check. But I can't help but feel she is right, stupidity at it's highest level. Never fall for your business partners. All I need right now is some Nuvo, a blunt, and a bail bond. Maybe I'll go missing again. Like take the whole summer off. Just disappear somewhere. Any where..... is better than here right now. I'll ask a question but no one ever reads these things unless your a celebrity. Where do you go, after you've giving up on everything? There isn't much of a place for those who find ambition lost. Suicide feels like your best friend when the pain hits hard. Alas I feel as if my purpose was not fulfilled so I mush on. I feel as if I left to much out, and to much left undone. There is background missing and (insert plot here) all types of stuff really so.... I guess I'll just leave this post alone and follow up with the thought that led us to this point.

Sleep Deprived Hallucination

It's 4 O'Clock in the morning,
On the east coast, of the western part of the world,
...and if you're where I'm at you're sleeping,
Unless you're on the other side, then you may be creeping,
So you may see this, but alas
I don't know you, and you don't know,
But I'm writing you this poem,
I'd imagine you'll smile when you read it,
Well I'm writing, it isn't well thought out,
But neither is love, and this is what's it about,
It's quite random, you see,
If you find this you may find me,
I'll post it all over the net, with mistakes you BET,
And I'll hate it, after
And if you don't love it, may it bring you laughter,
Cause I LOVE you,
Whoever you may be.

Letters to a Princess

Dear Princess Celestia, today I learned that my friends are like precious resources, those who patients I cannot wear thin will turn into beautiful diamonds, those friends will always be there for you, unconditionally. And the other group of people will be when everything is falling around them so you can rebuild them, and will be by you when you are falling to throw salt in your wounds. So today ...I masted smiling at it all. I annoy my friends and neighbors, my friends laugh, giggle and throw jabs. My neighbors move and make snarky remarks to others. My friends are true, and everything else is false. I want you to understand something, you will not understand me. My friends will understand that, my friends will grasp that. I don't care what my neighbors do. My reality is very very warped. But I've learned more in these little instances in which I replay the (little) moments so I can process them better. (Whether or not it may take a day.) And I know I'm the looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic pony in the realm so I thank them for being understanding of at least that. Any way I'm off to have more adventures and learn many more things. Until next time.....

Before They Carry me Away

I'm writing this post and using my full name. I Maurice Lamont Brown II am using lots of my unfinished ideas to put in my portfolio for my Creative Writing class at Daemen. The class CMP 347 the professor is the well known Peter Siedlecki.

Case 19

Make my house your inn,
Not your residents.

Words spoken by,
A man much older,
And much wiser than I.

I wanted to ask him,
Ask him many questions,
But alas I didn't see him again.

I should of heeded his warning,
And maybe this would be,
....different,
Very different,
But this is like everything else
A monument to my failures.

Nevertheless I press on,

Onto her,

For the sake of privacy,

I'll assign her a number, 19.

That's when I met her,

Age 19, figure is something else,

Herself esteem was low,

Her pride was high,

Sadly I wasn't.

Maybe if I was,

This would be different,

....... very different.

We dated,

We fell in love,

Days turns to weeks,

Weeks turns to months,

But not months to years.

A year later I hear those words,

"Make my house your inn,
Not your residents."

It was too late,

The questions I wanted to ask are simple.

What to do if you let someone in?

Someone who you can't live without?

A person with the power to destroy,

Every wall you built?

He probably couldn't answer me.

I let my guard down,

I fell for the dream,

19 really did a number on me.

I became a monster,

Lashing out at everything,

Falling back into depression,

19 fucked me up,

I couldn't help but smile,

And would reject all help,

All outside compassion.

I hated what I've become,

I'm the asshole you see today,

I hide behind bass kicks,

And very vicious lyrics,

Headphones always on.

I drink and smoke,

Unlike the dapper Mr. Smith,

Straight-edge isn't my scene,

And I'm still in that arms race,

Still raging against the machines.

Stacking false smiles,

On falser emotions,

To keep the falsest people happy,

I do not know,

Which life I'm living,

Or if I'm alive,

If this is a bad dream,

Please end it now.

All the thoughts in my head,

Said die now,

But alas I am afraid,

Of death and many other things,

Like cats, I'll never show it,

Or admit it outside of this form.

If you are unfortunate enough to read this,

I truly am sorry,

This is the only way I release anymore,

Its healthy, and more additive,

Again I use sadly,

......but sadly this is all I have left, that isn't designed to melt faces.

DJ Bonaparte

https://www.facebook.com/DJBonaparte1
That link is to my DJ page on facebook. Shoot me a like or for the broines with Ponyhoof app give me a brohoof. Alright thanks.



Things are looking up

Mind of Bonaparte

The world is definitely going dark again. Writing about suicide and homicide again. I'm starting as always to miss home, but truthfully if you won't judge me on it (Kristal) I don't want to go back. At least not now, if I'm feeling shitty in the middle of nowhere, I don't want to be shitty at home. I'm really good at this right now, nobody up here is aware of anything. Or maybe they don't care, either way the facade is paints a pretty picture. I get to be the asshole that I can't be at home. I'm free to say whatever out of my mouth, it's liberating. If only someone up here understood. Well there is two people that get me. A girl by the name of Kate, but she only understands me when I'm drunk. That isn't healthy. The other is Ezada, but she has her own issues, like not realizing she is a real person and can do much better than what she is doing. I'll no longer speak on it. I wish Charles didn't quit, but it was right for him.

I'm off to go mentally cut myself. On my paper cut shit again thank "God" for iPods.

~Truly yours, Hopeless Romantic 12435

Back to the Haze

So I've just been locked out of one of my favorite blogs. Damn that CH what did I do to you? But alas it's time to get back to what I do best. Back to the poetry, Poetry to the music. And it starts with a new post this week. You ready for it?

Taking Chances

Because of Twitter, I posted a poem to my Facebook page and I'm probably going to be sending out a few emails. I hope it all works out in the end. If it doesn't oh well.

Drug of Choice

My life is a train/On a reckless collision course

I drink so much liquor/That my throat is coarse

Pills are like pokemon/I just gotta catch’em all

Even when I’m praying/In a bathroom stall

I get so high/That on occasion/I might die

I do it for days on in

I’m losing friends/They say they don’t see me anymore

I’m always home/And when I’m not

I swear I’ll quit/But I never get enough of it

My hands are shaky/I think I’m going through withdrawal

I haven’t done this much/Since the last time/This fall

I’m at my peak/So why is this valley/So cold

I’m on a roll/Literally I don’t know/When to fold

I had it all/And soon it/Will all be gone

It’s all my fault/At least that is/What I keep telling myself

I’m so lost/My highs/Are all new lows

No matter what/I can’t stop/Doing it/NO!!!

What would you do/If this was all you had

Pack it up/If it makes you feel so bad

But me I love it

Using a new format/Makes me feel so bold/Forget the comma/ It’s just too old

It’s so unhealthy /This crazy obsession

I’m losing sleep/ Slowly slipping into depression

My condition is regressing/You have no idea

I need help/Accepting some is my fear

This isn’t just a lifestyle choice

It’s become my existence/Sorta an addiction

Without it/I just couldn’t survive/I need it

You just wouldn’t understand

This is my passion/This is my calling

I exchange one for another

They are the same

Music & Writing/Writing & Music

My drugs of choice

SOPA Blackout

Tell them that we mean business.

https://www.google.com/landing/takeaction/

This is a stance against the injustice that the Government is imposing on us, let them know we won't allow it.

Moon Man

I feel like the moon
The sole difference between night and day
A lone entity surrounded by the same things
Night and day
Never changing mentally
Nor does he change physically
Alas his face is never the same
His emotions make him reckless
Always tossing friends away
His problem is he hides his fears
Amongst the bottles on his shelf
His insecurities make him sharp
His purpose makes him clever
Yet he sits in the cold of night
Never knowing what it really means

My Little Pony Love Rant

I love her like,

Gays love GaGa, and brightly colored shirts,

Like Grandma's sweet potato pie,

I just can't get enough.

Like Pinky-Pies, cupcakes when I'm watching My Little Pony,

What I mean is......

When she sprints around,

I get a boney,

Like a unicorn, when it first sees its mate,

I sprout up, and then spew all types of things.

I guess with all this rambling, you want to know what's on my mind,

Let me not beat around the bush any longer,

For you my heart, has made me travel over yonder,

No longer, do I yearn for the approval of another.

Must I Dash through Rainbows,

To show you the point, 

You're crazy sexy cool,

I guess, I love you,

Like Vinyl Scratch's bass cannon,

Crank it to about 11,

Let the Twilight Sparkle, all over the place,

As our love breaks the bottles of,

Applejack Daniels under the frame.

And now that it is out there, please don't

Fluttershy, because a love in this Rarity,

Is so hard to find.

Life Update

It's been a while since I have updated my blog. I'm working on a few new projects that I would like to have up and running sometime soon. My favorite project would be this radio club we are trying to start. But I'm also working on this manuscript. Its going great so far. I'll update on the progress from time to time.
The radio club my be approved soon, if this does happen well then I'll be going viral real quick my friends real quick.