APPRECIATION OF LIFE

A beautiful Friday night catches me in bed
the day done zapped my strengths already
I lay awakened by the raving thoughts in my head
For they sit on me and expect that I walk steady

I am titled an Insomniac
As sleep denies me entrance
It keeps me at the gates
Locked out of my rightful nightly place

The fatigue puts me out of action
My weakness slowly oozes out my night-life passion
Yet my consciousness rapes me of sleep
Leaving me exhausted from a journey-less trip

My soul is welled up with hate
My heart is fouled by this unjust ouster
A streak of belligerence invades me
Threatening to erupt against my immaterial enemy

Then to my heart speaks divine wisdom
Begging my indulgence
Soothing my vexed spirits
Asking that I search within for the comfort I crave

It says to me;
Blessed art thou lost child
Exercise control lest thou run wild
Knoweth not thy gifts that thou dwelleth in anguish?
Probing thy shortcomings so
I implore you therefore, ye self-centred mortal
That thou embrace thy blessings
Lest it be denied you
And thou gaineth even more anguish than thou can foster

Bask gratefully therefore in thy blessings
For thou retaineth yet;
Good physical health
A sharp mental consciousness
An acute appetite for worldly pleasures
And thy own Will

For somewhere lieth someone more deserving
Whose faith is being tested
Yet she be strong
Her divine beauty emphasized in adversity
Her strength intensifieth my love for her
For she knoweth my hand worketh through the doctor's appendages
And will bring forth for her divine healing
For she is my child

Hearing these words
I shrink from my self-consciousness and self-absorption
Humbled by this stoic
My knees shrivel to the ground
And I say a prayer for her
Asking the Lord to watch over her
And His words be made manifest
That a complete healing be apportioned her...
And I too, of my ungratefulness...AMEN.
SELAH.

Ari Stiv
19/06/2010; 03:55AM

P.S. Dedicated to Mary Gloria Gray...who knows why.

A PILGRIM’S VOYAGE

From the burrowing depths of amoebic thought processes
My self-consciousness lays wide awake
Like the four walls of a windowless prison
I am locked in the opium of sober reflection
My eyes see the faces of the shadows
My mind crawls up the walls of my mental entrapments
My spirit hovers over my hollow being
Leaving each part of me as a separate entity

Body in the dirt
Spirit in the air
Soul with its peers
They drift their separate ways
Each in search of an identity
Dancing freely to the rhythm of their spheres
Shaking hands with affiliate senses
In tune with their transient existence
Gleefully escaping the ennui of living as a union
Submitting to a simple, yet all-important assignment
The rediscovery of a straying essence

In this sojourn of tranquil all is well
For they find peace from the turbulence of cohabitation
For in their solace there is purity
And all earthly vanities are nonexistent
Giving life to a new genesis
Like the Earth in its pristine state

All is quiet and still
There exists a heightened sense of feel
As strong supernatural forces mingle
Energizing a new awareness
For a synergistic reunion of the seperate beings
That allows for mutual understanding

The fusion is sublime
Like a rebirth I welcome the new identity
For it instills in me the confidence to proceed
With an acute frame of mind
A loving heart
And a gentle Soul

Ari Stiv Ifi
15/06/2010; 04:14Hrs