Proff. Samuel's Blog

  ***** QUESTIONS **** Who made the Earth? Who made the heavens? Who made the luminaries in the realm above! Who created the see? Made it expanse set with limits, Who told the sea birds to inhabit the water? And when the leviathan spits fire from it mouth, who calms it down? Who kept the earth at it perfect position? How many stars can you number? How many can you shift from it's position? Who told the Earth to rotate and revolve? Can you say to the floodgates of heaven, " weep down thy tears, until it saturates the lithosphere"? What made the sky blue? Who taught the birds how to take flight? Who taught them how to sing? Who changes it day and night? Who can exchange the day for night and night for day? Can you master man's way to it entirety? Can you direct steps without loop holes? Can you tell about tomorrow, and what will become of it? Tell me how many days are left for you to breathe, Tell me how many fishes are in the sea, Tell me about the future, Can you crea...

  **** GREED **** How should I start to delineate how mans zeal has been misplaced by greed From a weak state To a strong state Piloted by zeal that derailed out of path Because of exceeded limits The spindle balance Overweighed by lack of altruism Zeal painted black with armando The blue sky turns harsh When zeal was victorious out of accomplishment The light from the candle illuminated vibrantly It's flames were luminous It lighted every corners of darkness Misplaced zeal turns it debilitating and disastrous It was beautiful and victorious but now grotesque and feeble Alas! Man's philosophical hypothesis are meagre If a man acquires a penny I thought he had learned many Excessive intake of poor delicacies bring forth anaemia And man's wisdom is foolishness It's a trap to his falling It's frail and gossamer.       ™© Brown Proff, Pharmacist and Poet.

  ***PLEA*** The dooms day struck like the birth pains of a laboured woman The ties were lingering To it's siege to the underworld of demise She was about inscribing an epitaph on the tomb stone of our ties She was pitiful and incisive Her words were sober and her voice stutter as if she will give away tears Saturated with the dust particles inward remorse It came knocking straight into pages of my heart At a moment I lost glee In tears and grimace The drops descended through my brown pages It was a moment of unforgettable conquest  Her cries were factual I was uncanny I didn't caress her feelings I hold back tears  And laughter struggles with my sorrow Because my Love has flooded away Ohh! I am drowning in dejection, Rejection Because I didn't pay attention to her affections  Her remonstration now is my attention To let her reflexions pay approbation And exchange this death paying decisions with acception.          ™© Brown Proff, Pharmacist...

 ****THE SYMPHONY***   Only what was left, was the symphony  Of pains, tears and sorrow The world was the light With vast endorsement and adornment  Obedience was to caress the Earth Renew and replenish it's beauty Disobedience took it all at a blink  Euphoria diluted with sorrow Peace hibernated by hatred and contentions  On the podium of truth The blood of fallacies were sprinkled  What was left? Rivulet of pains and agony Which descendeth today through our brown pages Emaciated with wickedness Evil battered for evil Strife and burst of hate and anger Gigolos and unholy legalized Longing for wealth and not of truth Perceptions derailed from course Dissention and deceptions Inception of truth and life abated from the Figurative minds of many sundry The symphony was bitter and sweet Yes! Sweet, there's a prospect.         ™© Brown Proff, Pharmacist and Poet.

  **** DEPRESSION **** When the mind is distressed The heart becomes sunken In everyday we are intoxicated with stress These stress shatters the figurines of glee Dispel euphoria and set ablaze our conscience  Obliged with inward emptiness And left with pains The ticks of time changes the world Everyone have become self-centered No love and affection Many allows circumstances to hibernate chromosomes of goodness paramount in them Prior to this times the prospect of better days has been the only force Yes !, Force which impel us to move relentlessly and with tenacity.     ™© Brown Proff, Pharmacist and Poet.

              *****BLACKMAIL**** Her voice as soft as the orchard vegetation, The splendor from her lips snatches the soul At every corners she's seen she deceive Like an innocent serpent she takes and never returns. Oh! You my lover has the stuckholm syndrome To which Love itself is the captivity that lovers choose And this is what sustains you Everyday she cries that he's the one Deceiving and taking from him who falls prey to her plights Alas! Maybe I'd be you That I'll choose you over them Your hostages keep giving and gets nothing in return By amassing their into captivity You've gain power and glamour Which is debauchery and treacherous You take from them life and happiness By deceptive tones of falseness Now they are stuck and taken you as their fortress While the lighthouse is not far  But you have blinded their hearts With your sweet but venomous tones.     ™© Brown Proff, Pharmacist and Poet.

 *****KNOWLEDGE***** That mindset that has the zest for cognition Should be nurtured and nursed with positivity and creativity Tommorow may spit out outcomes of great and meritocracy Nothing pulchritudinous comes by chance it sprang forth from earnestness and tenacity Water down that minds Be ye strong enough.      ™© Brown Proff, Pharmacist and Poet