Part of my inheritance I did receive,
Though unworthy was I that gift to conceive;
Younger in mind, and wilful in thought,
I went to a distant land and squandered what I brought.
I wasted my Father’s gift in a wanton way;
From Grace I departed, and fell far astray.
Then, passing into spiritual insensibility,
The husks of the swine I desired to share,
Whose keeper I was—yet none would spare;
I longed to eat what they were given,
Yet no man gave me aught, though I was driven.
Thus was my soul perishing, bereft of all answer,
Having lost the dignity of sonship I bore;
Not merely as a hireling, for some wage,
But even as an unworthy slave.
How shall I return, when I have no boldness to plead?
I see how my brethren thy commandments heed;
Their obedience they keep, without blame,
While I have cast away my sonship and name.
O Father, I have sinned; I have gone astray—
Yet behold my repentance, and look on me, I pray.
You are my night owl
I am your morning breeze
That deepen your dormancy
My existence in your insensibility
Your presence never in my second
Our hour nevermore light on
Convulsions with consciousness.
Spasm and exaggerated sensitiveness.
Alternate constipation and diarrhoea.
Paralysis after apoplexy,parts cold,numb,
and emaciated.Coldness of whole body
and Cannot get warm in bed at night.
Choking,or spasmodic contraction in throat.
Sharp and shooting pains in thighs,with torpor
and paralytic weakness and tottering of legs.
Tendency of legs to become numb and dead.
Paralysis,coldness,and insensibility of legs.
Cramps in feet and toes.Burning itching in toes.
Spasms which the patient compares to electric shocks.
(Wehm,Nafsiyat,Aqua,Drink,Drugs,Injection,Game Over)
Life as Perpetuum Mobile,
It goes without slowing down.
It's a pity there's no allowance for it,
And we're just living, going through it.
My actions can tell
About who I really am,
But you can't find out everything about me,
I'll surprise you, that's the beauty of it.
There is no point in shouting, life is deaf to us,
It just goes to the intended goal.
And I see no sin in her insensibility,
After all, we always wanted her movement.
Nothing is easy for us in life,
And we pay for everything good with interest.
All that matters is whether your heart is beating well,
And it is very scary not to hear it fight.
I understand that we are all different
And we are all in a hurry to live faster,
But I am what life has made me,
No better or worse than other people.
And life is not a field to live.,
And we must accept this in silence.
We need to try all the ways in life,
Until the fatal blight came.
M-orning zeal June seventeenth
I-s just perfectly clear;
K-ind weather has remained,
E-vening shadows disappear.
H-is early morning zeal
E-xtends until the night;
R-est hour after daytime
N-ever ignores the twilight.
A-rdent and fervor bring
N-othing but a big deal;
D-on't let insensibility replace
E-arly morning
Z-eal.
Even young people like Fred
went from sad to mad,
thinking that happiness
was a wish not grated;
he succumbed to sickness,
he wished he were dead.
Changing moods in him persisted
and created a split personality;
he showed thoughts of insensibility,
a pitiful man unloved and afraid.
His mother stood by him and cried,
friends and family kept their distance;
once he was so loved and admired,
his grey eyes exuded confidence.
Resigned to his fate, he became a wreck
it got worse until he went completely beserk;
smashing everything he found in his way,
he impersonated an actor in his wild play.
He found pleasure in destroying a memory
too bitter for him to endure with gentleness;
when his fury was appeased by madness,
he calmed down and laughed deliriously.
At only eighteen, his destiny is sealed forever;
in a wheelchair he spends his days in distress,
not even his mom can comfort him with hugs...
he looks at her sadly, then bursts into laughter.
Home was never forsaken by me
On sun-blazed hills these feet trod
Millions of stars followed me
Exhausted of the long travels
Serenity came only at night
Without asking me of my troubles
Enraged by her insensibility
Everything I wished for myself
Turned nights into trepidation
Horrified by those future events
Othello could have startled me
Moments of fear kept me trembling
Even moonlight had a faded glow.
Greater Consciousness
God came down silently
and softly took you away
in his loving arms.
The strongest fruit tree
took time to be uprooted.
Ravaged by confusion
and insensibility,
ties are not broken with ease.
No one dies before time.
All is predestined,
as was charted out for you.
You had to fly out
of the doors of
entanglements,
to make room
for the next to take over
your enviable seat.
Now our days are numbered.
It is the turn of the next
to hear the death-knell,
'Your time is up!'
August 11, 2015
Genuine LOVE has a remedial effect if it is welcomed in by its acquaintances. A true medicinal gift in itself that has an ability to cure the most coveted of hearts. Whats sad about this world is that not everyone cares, even if one derives every essence of their being from his/her heart, the receiving end tends to concern themselves toiling with muddled debris and frivolous nonsense. A thriving epidemic drawn out of bewilderment and insensibility, stands alone, cold and naked pending. If only this fool knew that in his paradoxical state of mind he could be adorned with an unwavering and irrefutable antidote labeled number 9. A vulnerable state worth giving into to save the life of another, yours and mine. ~Sealion
Many are the quick and deceiving ways
that entangle us or destroy us with lies,
and none of them can promise anything;
they resemble shadows coming
forth with the quiet and brief dusk,
unable to dissolve an imponderable doubt!
The apperance of some men
must be strongly felt
and always remembered:
either by thought,
action or hand-work,
because their presence is too essential
to the survival of Mankind
whose destiny is held by a hook,
which could imminently snap
and worsen its downfall...
warnings are abused with curses
and words so unkind!
The apperance of some men
only showing rudness,pride,
vanity and insensibility...
deludes us all with that false,
belief in implausible stability;
we have stepped forward
with such unsound minds,
boasting ourselves of great gains!
The appearance of some men
was destined to predict
the unity Humanity can't find!
I opened the window just a moment ago.
Again YOU' ve come to shut it.
I accept YOUR ignorance.
Today my voice doesn't
reach YOU.
But when insensibility dawns
I shall have no voice
and YOU 'll hear me loud and clear.
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