moe-awad
Sudanese
Moe Awad started writing short stories and poetry at a very young age but never thought it would develop into something serious. / In his early twenties he fell in love with Spoken Word and the art of word play. He started experimenting with Lyrical Symbolism and Cyphers and developed his own style of poetry which he called "Written Speech." Which was obviously a cheap alteration of the term 'Spoken Word.' / Moe Awad fuses Archaic Semantics with Street Slang. He blends Eastern and Western points of view and commentates on either one in a wakeless sense. / He is also in the habit of re-phrasing sentences to make a new meaning. :) / His poetry is puzzling at times and may seem childish at first read but, after re-reading, his point begins to become clear... Sorta...
Think first
Hear later
Read now
Come there
Look in
Go next
Look front
Bend on
Break around
And understand
These are the words of the empty palm in his hand
Has been
Never could
Maybe next
Think back
Dream visions
Build bricks
Bricks build
Build roads
Roads build
Build-Ings
Built on brick roads
Stop.
Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 6:44 PM UTC
I wander lost through a valley
My shadow is death
No will power left inside me
Not even to take a breath
I lost someone very dear to me a few years back
A dear person, a near person
A “Let’s be clear,” have no fear person
I got out of a relationship that made me a more efficient me
But I was to blame…
I remember the days when I was happy inside
Filled up with pride and kept asking myself is she mine?
Days when I went above and beyond the line of duty
Days when I couldn’t help but admire her beauty
But like Mr. Houston said “I wasn’t ready”
So what is love if love is life?
What is wrong but soon turns right?
How do I describe these feelings that I have for you inside?
All my senses shut down and all my words just hide
I feel bliss when I’m in your presence
That’s because you mere essence is a blessing
A present for me alone and nobody else and you know I ain’t messing
I want to tell you something and you know it’s going to be true.
Yesterday I had a final exam and it said: What is life?
And my answer was: You.
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 4:13 AM UTC
I am alone on a boat sailing nowhere
Upon a bed of tears my heart bled
This world holds nothing for he who deserves nothing
A simple wave would have made my day…
Hello? … Maybe next time
A cold wind strokes my Janus face
My façade inclines me to tempt grace
Why be so bad as to shun me from this place?
The ties that bind me to all, I’ve cut
While the hate I fester inside head butts
Me into a coma fit for a fiend…
Of me your hands are finally clean.
They say the good die young.
I’m still here
But then again so are you!
Who’s to say you didn’t make me this way?
Hello? … Maybe next time.
Why should you be the one that’s true?
When all you do is treat me cruel
Why are you the good and clean and me always the crack between?
Un and Clean?
It seems that we, meaning you and he
Have cast me away despite my plea
O woe is me.
One last thing before I go
There is one thing I’d like to know
Why wasn’t I also asked to sleepover?
I like watching movies too.
The only one who didn’t know
Was the one who wanted most to go.... Me…
But you never asked.
Why didn’t you ask?
Oh ok, I understand, its fine.
Hello? … Maybe next time.
That’s over now and time has passed.
The world has changed my friend at last.
Where once I was taunted and runaway from,
Breaths a new era where me and mine have won.
No longer am I ignored like the days of school.
A brand new day has come and finally I’m cool.
A swept away fowl turned swan indeed,
Is living it up in ecstasy.
For all that’s happened I have this to say.
You being a **** made me this way
So I thank you. You ******* Each and every day.
It seems that we, meaning my friends and me,
Have you and yours to thank
For if it wasn’t for you treating us like **** in school
We would have never evolved in rank.
Now it’s our time to shine.
Hello. Maybe next time…
Just kidding, I’d be glad to lend you a helping hand…
Let’s go.
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 4:08 AM UTC
My heart is beating hysterically!
My inner spirit is banging on the wall.
And my soul is jumping on Oprah’s sofa.
I can’t believe I actually did it!
It felt great!
The few moments while it lasted…
I felt like I was in a corridor of heaven but now… I AM BROKEN!
So don’t waste your sticks and stones.
Like walls of old in stories told
I have taken it all.
A shadow-less rouge is what I am.
I tried and tried and tried and tried
And tried some more but now I’m tired.
I can’t keep doing this anymore…
I can’t keep thinking that today is the day.
So I seal away my hurt and pain.
It pains my soul to seal my hurt
So razor blades are my self-defense…
Stainless… Not even the bright red rosary of my blood leaves a mark.
And even if it did, that wouldn’t matter because, I AM BROKEN!
Broken like early reflections of faces in awe from Déjà Vu.
Broken like the light that shines the brightest after it’s ripped by a cloud…
Do you see a silver lining?
Let’s skip the fables of D.I.D’s and knights in shining armor.
I’ve got a couple of unresolved issues that need clearing up…
I wrote this piece for you…
You know who you are… Wherever you are…
What do I got to do to meet you again?
Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 12:50 PM UTC
Corruption… Dysfunction… Illiteracy…
Grows strong even today as if it was 1695.
Man is guilty of neglecting his neighbor
Underpaying his labor
And getting some next door flavor.
But it’s a brand new day and I’m feeling great.
The air is cool,
My clothes are fresh
But boy am I late.
I dash to the mirror, ‘cause I’m as vain as they come.
Take my time to comb my hair, fix my beard and then some.
I got my swagger on and my hair look tight.
Knowing that I’m goin’a have me a good one tonight.
Then as I step out of my comfort zone and into the World Wide Web of man,
Where other players got it on, and I just want to get along, but I can’t…
The panic switch flips and my stomach plays tricks
And my swagger just dipped ‘cause my confidence skipped.
I say hey!... It’s all good.
So I be chillin’ like a building made of Water, Glue and Wood.
My adrenalin pumps as my heart keeps drumming.
On the inside it’s like Katrina’s coming.
The ******
Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 12:36 PM UTC
Contemplating life, I see the rivers of reason turn to rainbow ends
A swallow whispers in my ear of tales long lost in the concrete jungles of Babylon
The lone wolf cries the tears that the crocodile long forgot
And the musk rat fears the elephant whose trunk is without movement
O woe is me…
I fly behind the yellow birch tree and scale the lands of Dorian the second.
Heretics have proven the wise man to be wrong
With logical sums that surpass all songs of days to come…
Free at last, free at last, we have a lot to go to be free at last
I solemnly swear to abide by the guidelines father time set for me since before my prime.
And Gaya can shape and mould the volcano’s grove until the ashes bite the dust
And leave the ring worms left behind
To feast on slow rotting carcasses of people left behind
And still the wind blows through their drought filled terrains of lush waterfalls
Erupting contour lines and causing them to shift plates that serve not even one son of China
Two is one too many
Dare I say hello?
The stars blink as the moon eclipses the sun in an effort to stop the Sun cheating on the moon with earth
The sun can’t help but be lured in by the gravitational harmony the earth boasts
The suns red fire is parallel to the earth’s green land and blue waters
Talk about color schemes
I bet you’re happy you got your windows cleaned
Cause as the UV rays blaze towards you, Microwaves blaze you!
So secret satellite spies can snap pictures of soulless soldiers surrounding Sudan
And anybody anywhere can know your current whereabouts by reversing the polarity of that GPRS chip in your pocket
They’re talking about Connecting People and you thought they meant the two of you?
Don’t be naive Boo boo
Don’t just bend over and spread ‘em like a fool deemed pitiful.
Take the time to look both sides and consult your rearview.
Jul 25, 2010
Jul 25, 2010 at 4:19 AM UTC
My true feelings are obscured by pure bitter intellection.
My brain is the main heretic of my soul.
My thoughts… I know them well.
To each his own cognomen but yet I am confused.
Auto-Da-Fe…
But that won't work.
When I try to fathom I break.
And when I behold myself I shake.
No matter what I do, I will be held beneath the rest.
Because a sane person would help himself.
What's worse is that I know better but yet…
Perfidy…
I used to trust myself.
That’s why I write.
That’s why I write in a way that leaves all doubt behind.
Because that's how I clear my mind.
My condition hold's a banner that reads "Don’t Stop!"
But my conscience feels the need to make me be a better version of me.
So I will stop. Eventually…
Procrastination turns into never.
I am on my death bed now.
Toroidal chains erupt from thin air around me.
They tighten their grip around me in lento.
I hear a crescendo.
My sense of hearing finally decodes the glass that just fell from my hand.
I don’t see a grim reaper or Baphomet anywhere.
That gives me a little solace…
The end is near and once again, after all this time,
All I can think about is…
"What if?" ...
Jan 27, 2010
Jan 27, 2010 at 2:18 PM UTC
Join me, embrace me.
Take me in and call me your own.
Adopt my religion and experience my nirvana.
Give into me. Come to me.
Thus is the title of today's Media's agenda.
The title which fuels their un-endless propaganda
To recruit as many of us as they possibly can.
Join me, embrace me.
Take me in and call me your own, goes their slogan.
Give in to me. Come to me…
They grab our attention by showing us light and turning it into gold.
That or any other materialistic miracle that never gets old.
Those of us who need no more persuasion are hooked and are welcomed with open arms.
Those who defect are labelled renegades and rebels and are welcomed with open arms. Ready… Aim…
And you know it's not a game when, out of the silence, a hollow voice whispers.
Not quite a baritone… Insidious as sin.
The voice says, "It's safe to say that I'm ok.
Come to me and I'll take you away.
Don’t be scared, just let me in.
Don’t you want to be my friend?
Come and see what my followers have become!"
And then the television switches on…
The chorus of Rihanna's Disturbia plays and cross fades into Jay Z's Run this town only to be mixed with another song and another after that.
The music is almost tantric but nothing compared to the laser light show provided.
What is this I see inside?
Behind the rainbow and beneath the sky.
A steady shape grows from deep within the Fantasia-like backdrop.
Then appears a bright silhouette of a woman's bare back top
Or in other words, her shoulder.
Hidden amidst the uproar of colours.
Then as I keep on watching, or in other words, behold her…
I see her… I feel like I know her.
Even more so, I feel like I want her!
The temptress in the red dress.
Nothing is too outrageous for her; I can't look away as she begins to sway.
At first she moves so elegantly, with the grace of Astaire and the confidence of Xena But then she twists and turns her sweet ballet into something that even the Lambada would call seductive.
What am I supposed to do? ...
She dances on a checkerboard floor.
Her dress flows like gushing blood.
She looks like she moves and she moves like she knows me…
I steal another glance at her. She wears big earrings with pyramid shaped ornaments dangling from golden chains. Inside them a single eye... Just lovely.
Men want her. Women want to be her.
Come to think about it… Isn’t that how they promote goods nowadays?
****
What happened?
I look at her again and all I see is nothing???
Why was she taken away from me?
Maybe it's because I'm not allowed to ask any questions!
Because using my mind is old fashioned right?
Now I see what time it is. Now I see that she was false.
As false as the voice's promise.
It was all a mere figment of real life, it must have been.
Because never has my imagination let me down like that.
I blame myself for letting them get to me.
He, the voice and her, the blindfold.
They knew me.
They know us.
They've shaped us.
They have been shaping us since the dawn of time.
They, along with their leader have been trying to lead us astray all along…
In truth I was not surprised when I came to this realization. Simply because it was written in all four books but I was still in doubt.
I guess they got to me and I didn't even realize. Wow…
Clever they are. Give them that I will.
Possess infinite knowledge of the dark side they do.
They plague us with mind tricks and play us like chopsticks.
Their tactics are ingenious yet very unsubtle.
They control us through fake dreams,
And through low self-esteem, enslave us.
They know what they are doing…
Join me, embrace me.
Take me in and call me your own.
Adopt my religion and experience my nirvana.
Give in to me. Come to me…
Ever since mankind had learned to learn,
He was taught and bought.
The infamous "They" have been picking away at us as if we were a giant iceberg, non-stop using only a needle… They have been doing it for over a thousand years. Now we are almost the size of a thirteen inch ice cube and they are in charge.
Our days are numbered and we are melting fast.
Our 40 days aren’t up yet but time is against us.
It's time for us to choose.
Either dance with the devil, and join his rebellion,
Or go with the Ring and switch off your television.
Peace.
Jan 27, 2010
Jan 27, 2010 at 2:16 PM UTC
I CAN'T BELIVE IT.
NO, BETTER YET, I CHOOSE NOT TO BELIVE IT.
I... CHOOSE NOT TO BELIVE THAT THE GIRLS I CALL MY SISTERS BE TURNING TRICKS ON SOME MISTERS.
I... CHOOSE NOT TO BELIVE THAT MY STRONG, SWEET COCA BUTTER TREATS ARE JUST FREE COOKIES FOR A BROTHER TO EAT.
SEE, UNLIKE SOME, I STAY AWAY FROM TEMPTATION AND THE LUST FOR DRAMA,
BECAUSE WHEN I LOOK AT MY SOUL SISTERS I SEE A VISION OF MY MOMMA...
A STRONG SWEET COCA BUTTER QUEEN.
WITH MORE POWER AND WIT THEN I'VE EVER SEEN.
A QUEEN THAT WENT FROM BABY TO GIRL TO LADY TO WOMAN.
AND NEVER EVER SOLD OUT THE FOOD IN HER OVEN.
... WHAT A SHAME NOW...
TO THINK THAT JUST AWHILE BACK WHEN WOMEN WERE SLAVES... HOW,
THEY FOUGHT BACK SLAVEMASTERS AND TRAINED HOUNDS.
MY OLDER SISTERS STRUGGLED AND EVOLVED.
BUT MY SHORTY'S GAVE UP AND DEVOLVED,
OR SHOULD I SAY DISSOLVED
INTO DEFAULT,
FREE FOR ALLS
IN A COMPETITION TO STAY BLINGIN' FROM WALL TO WALL.
BUT WHO'S TO BLAME?
THE MEDIA? THE FAME?
OR THE TWO THAT GAVE HER HER NAME?
I SAY IF A SISTER IS OLD ENOUGH TO BE RESPONSIBLE, THAN SHES OLD ENOUGH TO GET IN TROUBLE.
... BUT THAT'S JUST ME...
AND YES I KNOW I SOUND A LITTLE OLD SCHOOL AND THAT IM CROSSING THE LINE BETWEEN SOULFUL AND CYNICAL.
BUT I GOT LOVE FOR MY SISTERS,
I'D SHED BLOOD FOR MY SISTERS.
TAKE THE TIME TO GET THINGS RIGHT AND LEARN FROM MY SISTERS.
BUT THAT'S JUST ME!
ANOTHER BROTHER TRYING TO GET BY
IN A WORLD THAT NEVER TEACHES YOU HOW TO FLY.
I GO FROM HARD TIMES TO TOUGH TIMES TO RAW TIME TO WRONG TIMES.
BUT THAT'S JUST ME.
... THAT'S JUST ME! ...
NOW, WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF A YOUNGER SISTER FAKING THE FUNK STEPPED TO ME AND SAID:
"BUT THAT'S JUST ME."
ID TELL HER; "GIRL, THE REAL YOU IS YOU,
AND NOT THE YOU THAT SOME OTHER FOOLS TOLD YOU WAS YOU."
YOU SEE, PAYING ATTENTION TO SOME LEADS YOU DOWN A ROAD CALLED NEGLECT.
THAT'S THAT LEFT TURN YOU TOOK IN THE INTERSECT OF RESPECT.
WHERE THE BROTHERS WERE MEN AND THEIR MANHOOD WASN'T *****
DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER?
OR HAS IT BEEN TOO LONG?
YOU'VE BEEN CASUALLY STROLLING DOWN A BOULAVARD WHERE EVEN BROKEN DREAMS ARE A BONUS.
WHERE ALL BLING BLING IS BOGUS
AND WHERE EVEN THE CLOSEST PEOPLE SEEM OUT OF FOCUS.
THAT'S THE YOU YOU LET THEM CHOOSE FOR YOU.
THE YOU YOU WENT AND LOST FOR YOU.
AIN'T NO RESTART IN THESE PARTS BOO BOO.
JUST ASK THE BLIND MAN...
MAYBE I'LL TELL YOU...
Jan 27, 2010
Jan 27, 2010 at 2:14 PM UTC
As I walk out of the bat cave and into the heat
I put my coat on just to cover my feet
And as the pendulum swings to reverse the curse
The mad doctors trying to flirt with dirt
Fixing to prove his worth by doppelgänging birth.
Man has flawed his Isms
And if we were all prisms
Then the light shining through us wouldn’t light up a prison
And what's all this about changing the game?
Why the fans won't let the last brother play in the main?
Even though he was recruited by the All Mighty King
Tried to erase him from history and even changed his name
Most chose the Rubber
While the true choose the Ring
Most chose the Rubber
While the truth is the Ring
Most chose the Rubber
But the truth is the Ring
Peace.
Jan 27, 2010
Jan 27, 2010 at 2:12 PM UTC