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)
Guardians of Ga'hool
Ok, so I was surfin' the net looking at things here and there when I suddenly remembered my "film-hunt". I simply go to Yahoo.com, click on movies and start browsing and watching the latest trailers that have arrived and so on. And then I found treasure! =D
The Guardians of Ga'hool it's called and it was love at first sight after watching the trailer for only 3 seconds =P
Watch the trailer NOW! go full HD
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x_lMihSKkgA
Yes, it's about owls, yes it's animated but it ROCKS!! Call me childish, call me a nerd, I don't care, I haven't been psyched up for a movie like this since forever. It has all the elements I like in a movie (which is not much), namely Fantasy elements and good storytelling. Not only that, the graphics are, and now I'm quoting a comment from the youtube link, "Bonerific" ^^
It's also worth noting that this movie is actually based on a series of books!!, the series add up to a total of 15 in what could only be an amazing adventure. This reminds me of another series of books about mice called The Redwall series and other standalone adventures by that same author. Those books were my first that I truly voluntary read and thoroughly enjoyed.
Anyways, I've tried to find any of the Guardians of Ga'hool books on the internet but they seem very hard to find if not impossible. Guess I'll have to make do with the movie alone.
Why can't time fly away when you want it to? =P
What do you call a baby potato? A small fry
So, potatoes.
I'm sure potato - world have their own issues they need to deal with, such as potato-porn.
- Potato prostitute
Nah but seriously, potatoes are nice, they give lots of proteins and you can do so much with them, like Ragmonks =P, potatoballs (yummy) and mashed potatoes =)
And I can't begin to count all the times potatoes had saved all those Albanian women who knocked the burglars out with a well placed potato to the head ^^
- Cannibal potato
Comment on what you want the next topic to be!! (I won't write something new unless you suggest something....go ahead, I can wait forever =P)
*facepalm*
That's just how I feel like I've been treated =P
Things are a bit....shitty, right now, but I know that better times are ahead. I'm mainly talking about school but there are other things that need to be taken caren aswell, such as renewing my passport. Since its "expiration date" I've been goin' around here and there with absolutely no way of confirming my identity =P That means that I have a very little chance of successfully depositing money in my bank account so we can pay the bills and you're probably thinking "w8 a minute, why doesn't someone else deposit that money in your/their account and then send it to you?". The simple answer is...everyone is just lazy (see previous entry =P), including me. And no, I don't have a regular ID card. Why? see previous entry =P
One of the teachers is being a bit of a hassle. I kinda liked him, he was always organized and thorough and although it may seem like we did little during his lessons, at the end you always had the answers you been looking for. But then he just....snapped? I'm beginning to wonder if he's gay..would explain a couple of things, but not everything =P
Well, just made a tick off list on my desktop, and all of those things should be done in a couple of days =)
I just thought about something that I could add at the end of each entry, namely, the topic of the next one =D
I don't know how successful this will be since the reason I don't write here too often is because I can't seem to come up with anything good to write about. Hmm, better yet, why don't you, yes you, my non-existent reader, suggest a topic I should write about? Just leave a comment on what it is you think I should talk (shit) about or share my opinions of and so on.
Peez out
Extreme lazyness
I can bet that a show about lazyness would be a huge hit. Just a bunch of people, (not necessarily fat, but that is preferred =P) who sit on their asses all day and do nothing. I think I'd be a good candidate for that =P
I've got a freakin' essay to write and yet I'm not writing it. Why? Well, thruth be told, it's not because of lazyness, although that does contribute in its own lazy way =P. I just don't feel like it. I dunno, it's really strange.
Anyway. Think I'm beggining to feel that restlessness again, the one that grips you every now and again that just keeps you awake all the time. Sometimes you feel as if you're searching for something but you can for the life of you never come up with it.
Long time since I had a picture along with any of these entries and I'm a big fan of visual stimuli. I should get a picture posted here. But it'll have to be another time, when I'm not so lazy ;D
A change of state
Right now, I'm really not feeling up to anything. These last 2-3 days have been horrible and I'm now in a state of indifference, not caring wether something good or bad happens to me or to those around me. Sometimes, you get so fed up, you just want to ignore everything and everyone. You just want to be left alone for a while. At least, that's how it is for me. Whenever I'm upset, I just want some quiet time alone.
Hmm, need to do some homework, got an essay to write, and yet I'm sitting here pressing away at the keyboard. Don't feel like doing homework, even though I know I'm going to regret it later. Funny isn't it? We often know what it is that we have to do, but choose to do differently. Then again, people aren't exactly known for making the right choices.
I'd hoped to write about something good, something worthwhile that makes the reader(s? =P) go deep in thought. Not some emo crap =P
Well, at least, this is good. Thinking about making some coffee. Don't normally drink the stuff but it's my version of smoking a cigarette if you're a non-smoker =P
Or I just might go down to the store and buy some nyponsoppa, really dying for some for no apparent reason. Been probably 6 months since I had some of that, yeah that sounds good ^^
Improvement?
One thing that the university already taught me, without ever saying so, is that we who study English at that level have gone beyond the point of grabbing a random book, reading it and learn whatever words one might find in there. We have accumulated enough vocabulary, grammar and pronounciation skills to make ourselves understood pretty well. But there is always room for improvement, no, our level, although a way up, is nowhere near the level of our final English lessons. Or so I like to think =P
Well, how do you go about to improve your English?
If I were to asses myself, I would say that my speaking proficiency is high with decent vocabulary to go along. But I'm terrible at writing. You see, writing is something to be mastered, not learned. And this is where I need to improve. How you say? Well, so far, the only advice I've heard is to write. How lovely, I need to write so I can write better =P
Aside from that, I need to come up with what I should write about. And that's not easy as you guys might think. I mean, sure, I can write about a whole load of boring stuff but that seems to be such a waste. Why not write about stuff that people are interested in? I would never write about golf for example, talk about boring. Well, being a student and living on student-wage, my real answer should be: "How much would that pay?" =P
So....allthough I can click open a dictionary and look up a couple of fancy words, I'll only, truly, learn and improve through writing. So you'll probably see a bit more of that here. Just writing. All kinds of stuff.
I'm thinking of writing a story, it might be very ---> extremly horrible/boring/sucky, but I just might. It's a work in progress =P
Enough talk, more homework!
Unfathomable
I'm thinking of a lot of things right now. A lot. From the mundane, everyday routines and behaviour to the great and unthinkable ideas, actions and philosophical trains of thought.
The world around us is truly amazing, full of wonders that baffle the mind over and over again. We take so many things for granted, believe that we have the need and right to control and have everything. While in reality, we live pompously and selflishly, having the resources that could sustain smaller villages only for the greedy handful of people. And it is that horrible selfishness that time and again surprises me, because each time I see a certain level of greed, another one more startling and disturbing shows its self.
I try not to be an all too judging man, because I always like to think that whatever and however a person reacts or takes action, it's for a reason.
I guess that's only faulty actions by a faulty creature =/
That's right!
False people
But now I'm just not in the mood.
On a serious note, (ok, a slighty more serious note =P) false people are an abomination. I have trouble understanding people who greet you with a smile, only to talk shit about you the next second in such a way that even a toilet would be jealous. It is only by the grace of god I can stand such people without arming myself with hundreds of bags filled with two-thirds of cow and one-third of elephant shit.
There is a saying in Arabic, and that's whoever talks behind someone's back, that person will be victim of the same thing. Talk like this always get noticed anyway, so why not just grow some balls and say whatever it is you want to straight out?
What I want to say is; Be more aware and tolerant towards the people around you, and you will be treated with no less.
Reborn!
This time, with a little twist. Since a lot of time has passed since I was here, let me fill you in (don't worry, this won't take long =P)
I'm currently studying to become a teacher and being a university student is kinda cool, a lot of stress, but it feels like you're going somewhere. The subject I've chosen is English, of course, since I love the language and consider myself proficient in it (somewhere above the average level at least =P).
Since English is what I'm currently studying, all of my posts here will be in English. I don't yet know what it is I will be writing about, but hopefully it'll be something more interesting and fulfilling than my past BS ^^
Anyways, you guys take care
peace out
(P.S oh and Avan sux =P)
(P.P.S ok Avan is supposed to read this and find it funny/annoying in a friendly way, but since she doesn't know of the existence of this blog, it kinda loses its meaning. Nonetheless, it'll stay there =P)
That scary, uncertain future
My uncertain future. This is one of those times when you want to fast forward your life for a year or three =P
Är ofta ensam hemma nuförtiden då föräldrarna och syrran är bortresta. Bröderna jobbar och jag sitter hemma och har sommarlov =). Har letat jobb som vanligt men inte fått något. Boring. Tänkte dra på fest, for once in my life men det sket sig. Igen med brorsan, kusinen och några sköna grabbar men det visade sig att man måste vara 21 för att komma in. Och ännu en gång, kryssning den här gången under helgen, men det fanns bara platser för pers över 24 =/
Så jag tar det som ett tecken från gud. Festande är inget för mig, och fastän jag vill gärna träffa någon så är en flickvän bara huvudvärk i slutändan =P
Bäst om jag fokuserar på plugget. Det är typ det som kommer hålla mig upptagen de närmaste 4~ åren.
Until then, I'll just be hanging around with friends and taking it easy ^^
Oh how I long for you, sweet eternal slumber
Det är inte så att jag älskar döden, eller att jag är självmordsbenägen =P, jag finner döden fascinerande helt enkelt. Det är lite knepigt eftersom jag är en religiös person också, jag har en uppfattning om döden, dess innebörd och dess syfte men det som alltid vänder tankarna tillbaka dit är nyfikenhet. Curiousity killed the cat they say =P
Vad är döden? Vad är det som händer i de där slutgiltliga ögonblicken? och nu pratar jag inte om vad det är som kommer efter, just här är det irrelevant, det är döden man vill möta. Jag ser inte döden utifrån ett fysiskt tillstånd, utan mer psykologiskt. Lite svårt att förklara.
I oräkneliga år har döden varit livets broder, alltid där, en visshet, ofrånkomligt. Och det är förståerligt varför en hel del "Mystik" har format detta tillstånd vi kallar döden till något nästan levande; Reaper-man!
Reaper-man, snubben med liet. Det som till slut utlöste min nyfikenhet. Jag förvånas om och om igen hur dessa skildringar, oavsett skicklighet, verkar förmedla en känsla av innehållslöshet, en känsla av tomhet men framförallt...okunskap. Hur ofta har jag inte stirrat in i huvans mörker och frågat vem döden är.
Inte bunden av tid, vägledd av ödet och odiskriminellt dömande.
Ah, these murky feelings
Men det är tankarna nu, efteråt som är svåra att smälta in, jag kan inte hjälpa det men det känns som om jag förlorar någonting vid varje avslutning. Är det vänner?, nej inte det här året....kanske är det skolan. Rudbeck. Att vara lärare där är fortfarande något jag allvarligt vill ge mig ut på.
Universitetet. Dags att bli vuxen. De flesta säger att vuxenlivet börjar med gymnasiet men det är inte sant. Gymnasiet är bara en förberedelse, ett smakprov om vad som kommer. Man är lika okunnig, osäker, skygg och oupplyst om världen och allt annat, precis som man var i grundskolan. Det är nu livet tar sin riktning och det gäller att sikta rätt.
Jag är väldigt tacksam för detta år, Rudbeck. Vi ses om 4 år =)
Just to pass the time
Is there a point? Really?
Cool vids
Just nu så är jag väldigt "musiksugen", lyssnar på en del musik, sitter och tränar då och då med min ukelele också and stuff like that. Men eftersom jag inte har något bättre för mig så tänkte jag lägga upp några skitbra personer/musiker som kan spela sitt instrument jävligt bra, några som inspirerar mig =)
Det här är jake morley, såg hans video precis nu faktiskt men blev imponerad av honom =)
Det här är snubben som alla snackar om, Andy Mckee, en av världens bästa, utan tvekan =)
Den här snubben, DavidMeShow är jävligt duktig eftersom han kan spela så många instrument, har skitbra musikkänsla också. Hela den här låten har han spelat och kompserat själv =)