Monday, October 02, 2006

Inspired by Z ;)

Lost in the city

Where to go,
When there’s no where to hide?
Every crack in this city,
Has a secret inside.

Streets roaming with rats,
At the newcomer they stare,
It’s a dog eat dog world,
‘coz life is unfair.

Raw darkness, bitter cold,
Struggling through rain,
But when it all comes down,
There’s no gain without pain.

You got to make you own way,
Carve your own name,
At the end of the day,
It’s how you play your own game.

Don’t let them put you down,
Fight till the end,
It’s just the beginning,
Get through the first bend.

Feeling small in the city,
It’s all in the mind,
Soon enough you’ll be king,
Just got to know what to find.

Your path has always been set,
You weren’t born in a maze,
But don’t change to adapt,
Just adapt to this phase.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

and J :-(

2:02 am  
Blogger Little Penguin said...

looks like we've a rapper in the house. First you're quoting Chaucer and Blake and Coleridge, now you're writing like you're Craig David or something. What's going on?

It's a bit contraversial this idea of 'finding your own way in life'. It's undisputed that the personal domestic, economic, environmental and political circumtances have a profound effect on the way you're able to 'carve your name' and leave your very own mark on society. Personally, I think it's very naive to think it's an attainable goal. The idea of 'self-actualisation' is impossibly idealistic and is by no means a goal that we should all aspire to achieve.

Overall, it's dangerous waters those you're swimming in. Be careful.

Kind Regards,

2:29 pm  
Blogger Sincerity said...

Dear lil'p ... calm down! Why are you reading so much into what u call a rap! loool take it easy, what im trying to get through in this poem, is just how some of my friends have been feeling about starting uni? im not trying to get philosophical about life loool. Maybe I should have made that clear? This is one of my more “basic” poems, no hidden meanings, just plain feelings (wow I even rhyme in my sentences :p). As for the writing style, your right, I do prefer the older literature and the poets who were masters of their time and of ours, but im just trying to experiment with different styles...I can see its not a hit :S so I wont be returning to these dangerous waters, (even though I like Craig David)

10:35 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think its a great poem sincerity, and its good to see that your taking risks and trying new things. Not everyone will understand it, because there not in uni yet or because there just ignorant. Either way don’t let people discourage your hidden talent. I enjoy your poems, especially when you go to these ‘dangerous waters’ hope you keep them coming.. ;)

11:47 am  
Blogger Little Penguin said...

I didn't mean that the poem was bad or that experimenting is bad. On the contrary, it's nice to see that Iraqis imitate great poets.. In ten or twenty years time we'll see publications that rank alongside Badr Shakir Al Sayyab and Muthafar Al Nawwab.. anyways..

I suppose you should've made it clear that it was about university and the fact that many people had to resort to doing something they didn't want at first or studying somwhere they thought was out of the question! When you read the poem in that light, it's different. It's much more enjoyable and beneficial.

As for my being 'not in uni yet', well, I can't even do the UCAS form properly!

Kind Regards,

2:54 pm  
Blogger icek14 said...

Sincerity man u are gangster !!!!!!:P

1:53 am  
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1:53 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Salams Sincerity :)

how are you, hope your doing vibrantly well...loooove the poem mashallah, really like how its direct and meaning full -- really impressed :) pleasure readin it and takin its lessons...


8:01 pm  
Anonymous Faisal said...

wish you all the best, I really enjoyed what I have read. Please keep writing ...
Dad... Faisal

10:23 am  

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