The world through the eyes of an unapologetic, savage gentleman. Bars are my hustle, Law is my profession & enlightenment is my Journey.
They thought they had killed you when they stole your dreams
Warriors never die, and killers never truly live
A paradox it seems – you cannot take life without it taking a part of you too
I see you smiling brightly though yours eyes tell a different story
Not everything is as it seems…
because who can you trust, when even the eyes deceives?
Why would I destroy a brother of mine,
when it was you who breathed life into this dormant soul
Rise & fall together, coz when I shine you shine!
Nowhere for you to go, not a morsel to spare.
You tried to heal your sick self, but does anybody care?
Sometimes people hear but don’t listen.
And you just gotta make do with the scraps that you’re given.
Everyone would prefer a quiet little bird, that barely makes a sound.
I guess that’s basically the same as you not being around.
I believe that every man should have his say…..
Coz even a broken clock is right at least twice a day.
Best believe that there’s one that’s always been there.
To listen to you when you’re sick & your soul is in despair.
Maybe we all lost souls looking to make a change.
Clean our dirty hearts and our lives rearrange.
I know you hear me…Even when I don’t say a word.
I just wanna be free …More free than that soaring bird.
Until I meet you, I know I’m never alone.
And that we’ll only truly be happy when we come back home.
And there you were, trying to keep your head up above water whilst this world kept swallowing you in.
Trying to end the world’s slaughter when you were actually dying within.
Hate seeing you forgive the whole world but forgetting about yourself.
A Discarded material, as I see you isolated on that shelf.
You save everyone, but who saves you?
No beacon of hope, no rope to cling to.
They say you are stuck, “just evolve with the times!!”.
Then why is it that you suffer for your father’s crimes?
Seems like everyone is a judge in the world of the decrepit and depraved.
They put you in a box and your mind they enslaved.
Plagued by darkness, blinded by rage.
Anything beats being trapped in that cage.
– Moosa Mayet
Below is an interesting poetic piece I came across which is both thought provoking and true. It is these very questions that we all have as human beings, an innate urge to find out what our true purpose is. The truth is everywhere around us, if only we can open our eyes and see. Though, to be cured from this blindness we suffer from, our hearts and minds need to be opened first.
“You see, what a life, what a life!
The first period of our life is ignorance
So, I guess we have an excuse to live day by day with no purpose
But surely with age comes intelligence
So, we should reach a stage where we find reason for our existence
As youth, the world was a playground, we’re just tryna have fun
As adults, the world turns to trade and pounds, we’re just tryna earn funds
Victims of our environment, enemies of our government filled with hate and no hope
And those in the states- they can’t cope when those across the road have got loads
The only thing in common is the goals, happiness, everyone just wants to be happy
Living this lifestyle of luxury
But does materials equal success? is she getting the peace from these new shoes and a dress?
And does he really feel complete with a new car and a Rolex?
Or are we searching for happiness in the wrong places?
Instead of looking at hearts were looking at faces
Victims of ignorance, slaves of our desires
We wanna end this world with a smile on our face but don’t live the life that’s required
Are we people of different standards, classes or nations? or are we humble, equal people, children of Adam?
Do you shake the owner of the restaurants hand with the same hand you shake the hand of the man that’s attending the toilets?
Or do you look down on those below you because they got less?
We’re hopeless if we don’t start thinking outside the box
And the one who created this world really deserves a lot
You see we praise the mind that invented the aeroplane
But we forget about the mind that invented the mind
And in time we shall know the truth
And we praise the people that stood for something, that fought for freedom …we love those people
Well if we love those people, why do we still live like animals?
Working all week so we can party on the weekend, working all winter so we can party all summer?
The cycle goes round and round and round but the clocks ticking down and down and down
One can only go round the same roundabout for so long
There comes a stage where you have to choose your exit and find your way home
You see we’re attracted to the wrong things and we cry about the trouble it brings
The more people you make happy the happier you will be
If that’s the case why do we only care about we? “
