Mouzique Soulkid - The Poet - by Annelien van Wyk
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KEETMANSHOOP - "My inspiration is in the things that no one can answer. The things you can't express in normal sentences, my inspiration is in the unseen. The misunderstood, the non-expressed, it's what normal words cannot make sense of, things that the so-called normal people cannot comprehend, that's where my inspiration lies," says Mouzique Soulkid.
The 25-year-old poet says poetry is much deeper than what meets the human eye, it's much more subterranean than what is understood by many, poetry is what goes beyond the eye, an eye afar the eye.
According to Mouzique, issues such as HIV/AIDS and abuse are matters so broad and diverse that you can never run out of words to explain and express. They are matters of healing and cure.
"Poetry is my eyes, I love poetry, and I am a serious poet. I am so serious about poetry; my family practically thinks I'm mad. I think with my eyes, what I see I write about and when the waves of poetry hit, I write," the poet said.
Mouziques' process of creation to completion of his poems takes from ten minutes to one hour, depending on the moment and the strength of the waves that hit him.
The poet does audience performances with the group Spoken Word and although the rhymester has not yet published, the wish and the aim is unwavering.
Mouzique dreams of going to the United States to perform next to world renowned poets who are an inspiration in making it happen in the world of poetry - the poet intends to go big, very big.
In the following piece was written by Mouzique, and the reader who can relate will agree and the ones who don't agree will enjoy:
"I'm found in the roewens and I seek the light to give me direction to my path thru the road of the unknown.
"Feeling so cold I let it all feel like an everyday ritual, pick up my pride and walk down the scavenger's city, with no shoes on my feet and no jersey to cover me, I hear the wind whisper though my ears as if though it be telling me that tonight I aint gona make it, but all tha drives in my heart is the persuasion to find my succession of the desire to get inside a four wall covered by a roof.
"Deep in my soul all feels hopeless and I feel nothing all that shows signals of life on my body are the tears that roll down my face like drops of heavy but warm rain, and looking up to the side of the road I could swear I heard my name being called but oh those are just my thots wishing to be said come home child go wash up and eat.
"Stomach cries with a big growl like a lion ready to feast upon great prey, but this will not be possible for a young cub from the street.
"All places I find my slumber of rest are in the corner of street and I close my eyes and pray that God keep me safe."
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The 25-year-old poet says poetry is much deeper than what meets the human eye, it's much more subterranean than what is understood by many, poetry is what goes beyond the eye, an eye afar the eye.
According to Mouzique, issues such as HIV/AIDS and abuse are matters so broad and diverse that you can never run out of words to explain and express. They are matters of healing and cure.
"Poetry is my eyes, I love poetry, and I am a serious poet. I am so serious about poetry; my family practically thinks I'm mad. I think with my eyes, what I see I write about and when the waves of poetry hit, I write," the poet said.
Mouziques' process of creation to completion of his poems takes from ten minutes to one hour, depending on the moment and the strength of the waves that hit him.
The poet does audience performances with the group Spoken Word and although the rhymester has not yet published, the wish and the aim is unwavering.
Mouzique dreams of going to the United States to perform next to world renowned poets who are an inspiration in making it happen in the world of poetry - the poet intends to go big, very big.
In the following piece was written by Mouzique, and the reader who can relate will agree and the ones who don't agree will enjoy:
"I'm found in the roewens and I seek the light to give me direction to my path thru the road of the unknown.
"Feeling so cold I let it all feel like an everyday ritual, pick up my pride and walk down the scavenger's city, with no shoes on my feet and no jersey to cover me, I hear the wind whisper though my ears as if though it be telling me that tonight I aint gona make it, but all tha drives in my heart is the persuasion to find my succession of the desire to get inside a four wall covered by a roof.
"Deep in my soul all feels hopeless and I feel nothing all that shows signals of life on my body are the tears that roll down my face like drops of heavy but warm rain, and looking up to the side of the road I could swear I heard my name being called but oh those are just my thots wishing to be said come home child go wash up and eat.
"Stomach cries with a big growl like a lion ready to feast upon great prey, but this will not be possible for a young cub from the street.
"All places I find my slumber of rest are in the corner of street and I close my eyes and pray that God keep me safe."
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