Of Loving and Killing
I do have another poem that I've written myself but I'm not sure if I'll post it here, maybe later on. Anyway, enjoy this poem since this is one of those that can be interpreted in different ways even though it's short, unlike others that are longer but more straightforward =)
what of the one who so loved the unknown
he wanted to know the unknown
and in his knowing killed his beloved
what of the one who so loved peace
he fought for peace
and in his fighting he killed his beloved
what of the one who so loved contentment
he desired to have no desires
and in his desire he killed his beloved
what of the one who so loved love
he hated hate
and in his hating he killed his beloved
Here's sum mo'
Ok, these poems are inspired by spoken word and that means they don't always have to rhime, just as any poem doesn't necessarily rhime. Also, these poems are to be read out "hip-hop" style. Well, that's a bit unfair, calling it "hip-hop" style, it's just that these are best heard, not read.
And if you think I'll put up a video on youtube reading these, think again =P
God is in all things Beautiful
God is with every man, woman and child
He watches and listens
Unlike us, roaming around life blind
When you look at the ocean
You can’t but help think
At how amazing this sight is
And then you connect that link
This is evolution they say
It all took billions of years
It began with a big bang
But hear my side of the story
I’ll tell you all
How come god exists
And only a fool would deny His glory
To believe
Take a look at the mirror
To believe
Ask yourself how you breathe
To believe
Hear the sound of your heart beat
To believe
Look at the eyes of a newborn child
And wonder at that pure, innocent mind
If that ain’t enough
Turn that gaze to your other soul’s half
That woman who just gave birth
Was such a beauty made of anything on this earth?
There are as many reasons as there are stars in the sky
If God doesn’t exist, how come you so afraid to die?
But no matter how hard I try
Some people would rather lose an eye
Than come even close to believin’
After all, a clear conscious means heavy sleepin’
But, you know
I hope it all ends the way you say it began
Sudden and instant
One big fucking BANG
Spoken word/poetry
Ok, so there are a lot of people out there writing poetry, and while they may be extraordinary and convey a message that needs to be conveyed, it doesn't always attract all kinds of people. Sometimes a poem has a style and feeling that is quite different of what you think a poem should be or a feeling that is just too alien to make you understand and relate to it.
That's how it has mostly been for me, and while in the past I did test my poetry skills, it feels like I was far too young and lost to find the style I liked. That's not the case now, after I've listened and watched to some poetry from the show "Def jam poetry". Just search youtube and you'll find a lot of clips with different people having written poems in all kinds of styles and about all kinds of issues. Quite a few are also funny and don't necessarily adress issues of politics, race or gender ^^
Anyway, I just wanted to post a poem that I wrote to start what is hopefully a lasting interest of mine, namely, spoken word poetry. I spent about 5 mins on the first version, and it was mainly to test my skills and creativity, but this is the second version and...well, I'll just let the poem speak for itself =)
I wanna make words
I wanna make you think
About all kinds of things
And make you make the links
You see words have power they say
And now Imma test it
I’ll write a verse or two
Now hear me through and accept it
I wanna make you wonder
At how obvious things can be
You see sometimes another person sees, differently
I wanna make you take my words
And let them open your eyes
Only then to make you believe my lies
I feel this can be the start, of something new
I hope I can go on
I hope I can stay true
They say man makes mistakes
But I say man is the mistake
That’s what I learned
When I saw man dry up an entire lake
And then you hear them say
that God doesn’t exist
and all the while they just can’t see
that they themselves are the greatest proof that can be
how wondrous is a creature like man?
Seeing through orbs of fat
Talks with a lump of flesh
Feels with a heart
but then makes that mistake
and breaks a fart
you see? It’s all about the good and the bad
the pros and the cons
Gotta make ‘em think
Gotta make ‘em read between the lines
You see building cranes all over these days
I can’t understand why, why are they this hard trying?
When people out there are still dying
I learned in school in social science
That the further away you are
From gunshots and a blown up car
The less it bothers your conscience
Now I hope you heard
I hope you’ve listened
To what I had to say
And what I before mentioned
Now I’ll save my time and leave you alone
Didn’t you hear me the first time?
Yeah, that's what I was countin' on
Heritage
I'm quite firm in my habit of refraining from bragging about myself or even others, while keeping in mind to always be humble, no matter what.
Another thing that I pride myself with is my heritage. I'm grateful to be the person I am, to have been born where I was born, to have been raised the way I've been raised and to have met the people I have met. I love my mother tounge just as I love my people.
Most of all, I'm proud to have been raised in a religion that paves a way in this uncertain world. I'm proud to know the names of the Chosen ones, who made this even possible. I'm proud to hear their teachings, values and words of heed.
I hope I can be ever thankful and be aware of why I'm here and how I live =)
Associate with people in such a manner that if you die they should weep for you and if you live they should long for you.
- Imam Ali (AS)
