Life itself is a mystical force,
We live, we love, and we feel pain,
But is it worth anything if there is nothing to gain?
An experience is priceless I tell you, from it, there’s always something to learn, something to change, in a small form of steps that start to arrange. That leads you to rise above that enormous wall you call a fear. And in the end, you realize your life actually starts here.
So don’t delay, telling me you’re not ready, that is such a cliché. May I advise you to try and weigh? What would you rather have? A life full of boundaries and chains, or a life where you’re content and confident, where no person can hold you back, not even yourself, I know what you see, negative thoughts and fictional impressions enough to fill the red sea. Do you think that frightens me? Yes of course it does! That’s why they’re called fears, but if you don’t believe in yourself to surpass them, then don’t believe in yourself, believe in me, who believes in you! If you do, you’ll find out my words are true, and that a fearless life is no more achievable than a mere point of view.
Filed under Poetry Fear Poem MTB
Isn’t it strange how the world works? In such a mysterious way, that no one can determine per se. A system it can be called, but how it works many were by it appalled. “Many lose faith because heaven shows them too little, but how many lose faith because heaven shows them too much?”
Isn’t it funny how little we comprehend a concept when in our heads we think we’ve embraced it all? We do in fact make the calls, decide when to fall, and when we’ve reached a dead end wall, but do we really know why, or what it is exactly that lead us there? How deep does it go? Is it true that everything is connected to each other? And that the slightest change in what seems to be redundant can lead to a different result entirely? A kind of its own can never comprehend such a matter that goes beyond it’s reach. But it’s always fun to try and take a peak.
Filed under Poetry Poem Life Redundant
Peace, is the theme of this late hour, cars filling up the street but quiet as if its ours, sure some horns are honking and some dudes are appalling but the air is chill and the mood is mellow, all that’s missing is the company of a dear fellow.
A night where you don’t care to think about life and it’s imperfections, evil and its repercussions, but instead embrace life and your inner affections, not caring about the future or what’s ahead, just livin the moment and wondering when you should go to bed.
Einstein once said: “Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius and a lot of courage to move in the opposite direction.” And damn did he get it right, coming from a man with an odd complexion. So simplify and don’t mystify, take it slow and go with the flow, over thinking will only let your insecurities grow, leading to a vain painful life, just thought you should know.
Tell me what to learn, not what to think. I won’t believe you just because it’s written in ink.
I’m not a follower, taking in every word you say. I’m not a puppet, created just for your orders to obey.
This world was created for you and me, to live in freely and to be treated equally.
Not for you to take control over me, to enforce what your blind eyes see, for my lock to be tampered with by your busted up key!
Filed under Poetry MTB FreedomOfExpression
Darkness and void is all I feel, yet a busty brakeless life is my daily meal.
In the end of it all, left alone in a night of a full moon, left alone in the dim light to sing with the tune:
Sorrows of the ages, won’t you disperse as time writes new pages? Or are we forever condemned in these cages?
Abandoned, it is surely to rot. But a soul left behind will have gone through torture to find, to find what it is missing, what it would adore, what made it tore, for what purposes it was designed, for what reasons it was assigned, and therefore, why it was declined. After all, it was a soul left behind, full of agony as it pursuits it’s needs, it goes on and bleeds yet in the end it strains but succeeds.
Filed under MTB Poetry Poem Occupied Busy Life
This is a tale of a soul not fitting, in a society where it’s not letting, not letting me find what I truly seek, in an age where I’m at my peak. what fits me and no other, but they don’t agree so why even bother, not even my own mother and father, honestly speaking, can it get any harder?
Binding me with all these limits and boundaries: “Her entire family should be from the shia secte, her parents good manners she must reflect, must be honorable and filled with integrity, her heritage she would never disrespect, must have great house skills no one could neglect, traits of a mother who would never misdirect, an angel whom a sin has never and will never commit.”
Well how about I tell you that’s just a bunch of bull shit! A person like that doesn’t even exist, all I could wish for is that we have a bond so strong we could never go wrong. But no, you just don’t get it, do you now?
To be in love and not just blindly arranged, but instead just let your parents decide your destiny, I thought the lesson was to let us be independent adults after we hit that age of maturity.
For your information the times have changed, we no longer will live a life wrapped up in these chains, I only have one shot to give it my all, I sure as hell ain’t lettin it hit a dead end wall.
“Don’t force your habits onto your own children, for they’ve been born for a new millennium.” Said ali ebn aby talib, the wisest man after the prophet. That’s one hell of a cord that he hit, said ever so wisely with his wit, gave an advice still applicable after all the same misfits.
An issue that lived on for so ever so long, that came with an advice that my elders should have to hung on.
But who’s to say their word’s are the right thing to do, always the same old drama nothing is ever new, so many episodes they inspired writers of blues and now they started working on soundtrack number two!
Lets look at the facts, the marriages I’ve seen are many, oh how the crumbled ones i’ve witnessed are so plenty. Here are some statistics and numbers, they dont lie, divorces increasing daily as time consistantly flies, results that any sane person would wish to demise. And yet we still ignore the facts and fantasize, that a perfect marriage we’ll be blessed with and never ever, would we be ripped apart and be forced to say our goodbyes.
It appalls how we hide in this disguise, act as if nothing is wrong and just improvise, ignoring the truth that obviously implies, a happy ending is nothing more than a surmise.
Did you honestly think I was only laughing for fun? That I wasn’t hiding pain, waiting for that special one? Being so alone wishing I had nothing but a gun? You have no idea how much this hurt me, im so lonely I just wish I was done, faded away or just hit by a ton! So please just let me choose with whom I wish to be, and live my ever after happily!
Filed under MTB marriage Rap
In a world that is infected.. by it’s own hosts neglected and rejected. No longer did it see good after how much people fucked it.
Gandhi once said be the change you want to see in the world. Man how fantastic it would be if only we stopped followin like a herd, and see ourselves headin towards mayhem.
What better for a wrongdoer to condemn, but a sin of their own, and stopped takin turns in whom to blame it on.
Admitting it to yourself is indeed hard, but rising above your ego to be selfless is indeed a feeling best described as a reward.. that, is actually happiness anyone can afford.
Filed under MTB Poem Poetry Ego Happiness