October 24, 2017

BURNING PASSION Part 1

Is life all about pleasure?Do you think otherwise?Anyway,it is a philosophical matter,beyond the grasp of mere mortals.It was Sigmund Freud who claimed that the pleasure principle is one of the greatest and strongest hungers and drives there is in human heart.Many folks criticised him including a couple of his own colleagues.A neo-Freudian by the name Alfred Adler disagreed with him and enthused rather than pleasure,it is power.He belong to the Lord Acton school of absolute power corruption and stood in favour of power,which is the dominating passion in the human heart.However,in the principle of utility Jeremy Bentham(1748-1832) was an English reformer,whose life spanned the great revolutions of Europe,such as The Enlightenment, French Revolution and the post Napoleonic era,noted;"Nature has placed mankind under the governance of two sovereign masters,pain and pleasure"...... Sometimes,the claims in support of power,is basically ratiocinated and infact in most cases,it is not power.But simply the lure to

PROFESSOR ABRAHAM SONNETS' DIARY Part 7

Sonnet 7- MY DAEMONS.I am in my deamons and they are in me,We are a siamese twins,joined by eternity,Wherein we are beaded as soul mates,live forever,They salvaged me,beyond failure and death,that which they cannot die,i cannot die too,Then my soul and spirit and body liveth forever,I am not subhuman,but a spirit superman,And a godlike personage,being immutable as the sun,Let humans,thy numb,benumbed,that am above compare,My daemons fed me amply,in the times of starvation, And that i am suppled with good necessities of life,beyond material universe,And long after me and before me,shall i be worshiped, Of my godlike arcane, and because of them,i am an esoteric beast,And my home not the graveyard,but in the second heaven and seventh heaven.

PROFFESSOR ABRAHAM DIARY'S SONNETS Part 6

Sonnet 6.I am belligerent when it comes to options and mandates, Then,there is a choice to be made,And interference,a fugitive to mortal will and sickening,Tramples mortal will in disrepute,to spike my belligerency,Intergrity is gone,when my choice,i cannot make,And alien garb,stamped my dignity,assailed, To foist upon my numb,what decision i cannot take,My choice,my humble servant,my passport to the world of possibilities,Most forbiden choices,most renegade choices,are reproach to the soul,Reproach to the soul of the giver and taker,Take now in belligerency responsibility,for every choice,you take,And also responsibility for your destiny,For every choice comes with its own responsibility, Then shall you blame no one for your lifetime miscariages.

PROFFESSOR ABRAHAM DIARY'S SONNETS Part 5

Sonnet 5-TIMES AND SEASONS.Time is against man and man is against time,The assymetry duo,battles against the wind,Their third foe and heypresto,the tripple aluta,To and fro like the devil and the belzebubs, They battle with impunity,for the earth's breathing space,For none to loose,none to gain,From morning to the night,all seasons trod,They flex feckless,with arrogance for relevance,Worst of all gladiators,are the mortal,He looses the battle,when he seems to be winning,Has he won the battle when he seems to be loosing? Mankind given an ephemeral gaunt,most wretched fighter,fights in.

October 23, 2017

PROFFESSOR ABRAHAM DIARY'S SONNETS Part 4

Sonnet4-My heart aches for that which is beyond me,For those things that i as mortal cannot see, But for the moon and stars above, Withholding the enigma of the things,i cannot see,from me,Aches greedily,greedily that ache my heart,My generation before and those after,hath been aflicted,But for gauchy cloud,my heart in pang aches after,Why should i for unseen aches and pang?When i myself of these enigma,the worst of the nebulous cloud,Of ephemeral gaunt,heard and spoken,But gone tommorrow,when the winds'unknown,The wisest trod,cannot be salvaged nor unscathed,And all asundry,in surfeit of the ends of times groan,But i sweet above compare,live infinitely above compare.

PROFESSOR ABRAHAM'S DIARY SONNETS Part 3

BECLOUDED THAT HEART THAT GROANS.Beclouded by fist and fisticuffs,that painstakingly groans,like a polaroid,translucent barely opaque glitters its lightning! To be seen and feedeth its boomerang with blinking reactions, o reflections as reactionaries thy notify hath aprised,And my humbleself,catharsis thrice threefold cannot unfold,Imprison my heart in that lifelong groans acatalectic grief,But then my heart's pangs,let my carthasis not bail me:Whoe'er gripes me let my carthasis be his censure;Thou canst not then censure me in my groanings;And yet thou wilt;for i being pant in thee,perforce they are mine,even as thine groanings are my anxiety,the heart that groans,however must by stress be freed, And so,behold,the heart itself is strengthened when put to test.

PROFESSOR ABRAHAM'S DIARY SONNETS Part 2

Sonnet 2. BESHREW THAT SATE THAT SATES AND FONDLES MY SATE TO GRIPE.Beshrew that sate that fondles my sate to gripe,for that tense vile it,sates my contemporary and me!Isn't it not ample to torment me,my solitude,But sate to sate,my bitter'st sate must be!Me from my sate,thy frosty eyes hath seen,And my hindsight self,thou cruelest hath envelop'd,Of he,my sate-self and thee i am beneath;A turmoil thousand times gauchy cloud,thus to be stiffl'd,Press my sate in thy carthasis engulf's bottom,But then my sate puzzle,let my inclement sat me piffle:Whoever sates me,let my sate be his surfeit:Thou canst not then use sate in my hell;And yet,thou wilt;for i being parlous in thy goof,Pecunious and frosty and all that is in me sated.

PROFESSOR ABRAHAM'S DIARY SONNETS Part One

THE SPRING.The spring that springs from dusk to your morn,The fibre prettily,unfolding your intricate hewn,Are not the fret of gravy train,not lasting golden fleece:You are fed with straw,a fire that the throng lightens,The time grew season in its reminiscences,of you,in good morn,the noose greased:As the spring rose,multiplying your providences,my time was ground baiting,brisky behind the time,of education And extinction,Oh,golden morn for your headwind,your tongue,your feet,O breath,your life ,your anchor,your sheath,your tremor,Breath I treasure made with the spirit and soul,my bulwark and a beacon light of the speeding vehicles;Heartbeat taught you a lesson of passing wind:You Knew of the ephemeral passage from its vanity.

HISTORY SPEAKS Part One

Hail him not he who messes up with history.Why would he a roue,a rapturous featherweight of a ratiocinated bank,a rotund of rough justice,a rodomontade of rough and tumble,a roughened rough diamond,retrogressive in revulsion,purloin psychotic purgation?Behold,him a punchbowl of rascallion,a ragamuffin cummudgeon,a purblind bathos of rabid rabblerousers who rants his ignoble raisson d'etrewith rarefied and rambling evidence,to trigger on the rabble,fallacious pyromania,and jubillant with pyrrhic victory,to rapine destinies and imprecate pungent mensrea and the townies downward slope spiral.Why the puffy cloud to pullulate pugnacity and pulverize tranquilityand sedate pronto retrogression.Behold,i am awarethat history can heal thee,of thyprofligate projectile,thy psychosomatic,psychedelic and neurotic misshaps,with its prophylactic but propitious textual doses.Profanities protrude when history speaks,but largely impugned,inasmuch as we areenslaved by history,but in likemanner freed by history.When true history

DEAR KISMET By Ibikunle Laniyan

When to the season of breathtaking revolutionary thought,I scale up memoirs of things known and unknown,I excite the embrace of manifold a benediction,i had, And with old charity,new comportment,my dear kismet recover,Then can i equip an arm unfathomed to failure,for sacred dreams,hid in the smitten graveyard's sateless field,And yell a froth kismet's tardiness since damned steps taken,And groan the pang of diversed trips;Then can i rejoice at joyances craved,And protrusively,from abundance to abundance,sparkle over,The glorious rendition of kisme's blissful sport,Which I musculature pay as if not pang before,But If the meantime,i enthuse on the thee my dear kismet,All failure,now success and my successes are golden stones and kismet accomblished unbeatable for all time. I am the gemstone of my kismet and the paradise of my dream and triumphant entry.

DEAR KISMET By Ibikunle Laniyan

When to the season of breathtaking revolutionary thought,I scale up memoirs of things known and unknown,I excite the embrace of manifold a benediction,i had, And with old charity,new comportment,my dear kismet recover,Then can i equip an arm unfathomed to failure,for sacred dreams,hid in the smitten graveyard's sateless field,And yell a froth kismet's tardiness since damned steps taken,And groan the pang of diversed trips;Then can i rejoice at joyances craved,And protrusively,from abundance to abundance,sparkle over,The glorious rendition of kisme's blissful sport,Which I musculature pay as if not pang before,But If the meantime,i enthuse on the thee my dear kismet,All failure,now success and my successes are golden stones and kismet accomblished unbeatable for all time. I am the gemstone of my kismet and the paradise of my dream and triumphant entry.

A NIGHT TRAIN By Ibikunle Laniyan

Lo! where the train along the rail track,speeds with its ferry mission; Oft is it clickety clank,from ultrasonic distance,Or night distance,But when the time nicks steed,How glorious its gravel!Far distinguished,they-sojourner's race Thousands though ferry in rail's coach,With sojourned paleness and dizziness of travel,Their path trodden,In grails,who wear a passionate mood,The whole trip though.If journey men sails ever worth,My contest stoop for contest sake,From excitement thrilling in thy distance,Bright trips of desired homes!Pleasure trips of cosmopolitan funfare!A heart impulse,let them make,And be satisfied.

October 18, 2017

I AM WHAT I AM

I am what i am because of what i think that i am.I am what i am not because someday when the scales fall from the eyes,i could be what i think i am not.I am what i shall be because by grace of fair or unfair mound,destiny says that i am by it predestined.To be what i am not,i shall have to by hardwork and smartwork get there.There is triumph in discovering your identity,and there is freedom in that discovery,for out of it are the defining issues of abundant life.I am what i am because of what i by grace achieved.I am what i am today,because of what i did yesterday.I am what i shall be tommorow because of what the present or today says.And For every becoming,grace is the principal thing then knowledge its appendage.I am what i am because grace is the defining factor.I am what i am because knowledge is both the defiling and a defining factor.I am what i am tells you of identity,capability and freedom and the last of them is its ultimate goal because when we know what we are,we are freed and so know it yours.

October 6, 2017

PRINCIPLE OF PLANNED NEGLECT.Part One

I would have loved to title this piece,"Principle Of Focus"but after reading the amazing story of the best Violinist in New York's Carnegie Hall,how she became skilled in her arts,and the secret of her success,which she coined."Principle Of Planned Neglect",i was propelled in favour of the title.She confessed:"I use the principle of planned neglect"and that when she was still a learner,had planned to neglect everything that was not relevant towards actualisation of her goal.Focus is the medicine and a passionate therapy of effective time usage,a highly geared and a highly leveraged purpose toward attainment of dreams.It is the most effective gospel in the ministry of purpose and infact accelerates the velocity of a becoming especially,the transition between the dreams and the actual pragmatic deliveries.When the momentum downward slopes,indicated by dizziness of the tardy path,a good success aspirant,ought to remember his focus principle,to retool himself. When you fail to neglect distractions,it ordinarily..

October 2, 2017

NO ALTERNATIVE TO HARDWORK Part 2

of getting rid of it nearly breaks my heart".So,hardwork Is the anchor of life ship,the general compass of the human life and to take it away,is to make life painful.But we are all workers at one point of our lives or the other and duration or intensity certainly differs.Yet still some are much more succesful than others and that raises a stink,a foul play-why is it so?In the words of a great man,who wrote in 1928,with the followinglines said it all-"For more than 25 years,i have carefully,studied men with the objective of knowing why some achive noteworthy success,while others withjust as much ability do not get ahead;it seems significant that every person,whom i have observed with noteworthy success has put in more service than that for which,he was paid,compared to those who merely performed sufficient service to get by" This is more than just work but being guided by law of dilligence or as one missionary put it as the'law of put and take'that states perform and render much more services than being paid

NO ALTERNATIVE TO HARDWORK Part one

Otto Von Bismarck,the founder of mordern Germany,in 1870 was fond of hardwork,so much that he once concluded"To youth,i have but three words of counsel-work!work!work!"Work is much more fun than fun.Thomas Carlyle;"Blessed is he,who has found his work;let him ask no other blessedness"Then Nelson Mandela took it to another level when one day,he told his captive audience"I know what will kill me,and that is to wake up one day without any work to do.That would kill me!And because i've got a daily programme,i feel as i felt at 50 because to look forward to something,you are going to daily with zeal,is a life clincher."In other words,laziness kills faster than even cancer and there is no alternative to work.How can somebody survived 27 years in prison,such as the groanings and pang behind bars at Robben Island,without Work?Without it life is sorrowful and sad and what Jerome K. Jerome told his wife,nailed the poser."I like work,it fascinates me.I can sit and look at it for hours.I love to keep it by me.The idea