Edgar Allan Poe't

Edgar Allan Poe’t

I am.

Art defines me.


It defines my being and when I’m gone my art will live through the people who thought the most of me. 



Poet, they say. Favors asked upon misconception. They said I am not who I say I am but in fact I am who made me. Rappers are just rappers but I was put here to create. 



Create, they say. They ask for the old me back. Though I am a futurist. 2023 they ask where will I be. I am Edgar Allan Poe, no “Edgar Allan Poe’t”, I have been longing to present a piece with this title. I am all my grandmother taught me about art. 



Art, they say. They ask for Picasso not realizing Poe was an artist. Words are expression. Expression is me. I express that I am not perfect I long for perfection. I lost my ambition at a point when my mentor was taken. At that point I was awakened, then I began a journey to turn my art into more than visual; but instead turn them into the words and paint the painting in your mind. These painting have a home.



Home, they ponder. (the nonbelievers) of course. This is a sport, the paintings live where you believe. I live where my mentor passed, in the same place where I keep those paintings that these paintings from my mind. I am my mentor in the flesh. 



Deep thought, they know nothing of. 4 years and counting my mentor has been above not where I keep the paintings but paradise. This is the paradise. Cairo Casanova is the new reformed me, I am writing this with tears in my eyes knowing you could not read this to you. 



Application, I tell. I apply my philosophy to life and my life to your teachings to my day to day. This is a genre itself. A reflection into the horizon I am looking at just looking back. I cannot pretend that I have it all figured out. Though I am looking at myself from the outside there’s two of me; the reformed me.



Genre, they only know hip-hop. Not the origin just the modern. Color, is expression, which is deep thought. Application to the art itself makes a home, there you will learn to create they know nothing of it. If you cannot grasp this you simply have not the right mentor as I. My mentor is in the sky, she is awake like I, I think of her everyday and won’t forget the AY. Deeper meaning behind the things I do if you have influence this piece will be more to you than a rant but a different look on life.


Edgar Allan Poe lost his mother, he was influence, genre, application, deep thought, home, art, he did create, and he was a poet. 


Art defines me. 

Sincerely, TJay The Poet or Cairo Casanova

For Edgar Allan Poe’t

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