he who does not rouse himself when it is time to rise,
though young and strong is full of sloth,
whose will and thoughts are weak,
that lazy and idle man will never find the way to enlightenment.
strenuous is the path of immortality, sloth the path of death.
those who are strenuous do not die; those who are slothful are as if dead already.
though young and strong is full of sloth,
whose will and thoughts are weak,
that lazy and idle man will never find the way to enlightenment.
strenuous is the path of immortality, sloth the path of death.
those who are strenuous do not die; those who are slothful are as if dead already.
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you have described me in this last posting.
I have alowed myself to become my worst enemy.
The sloth is my blanket into a world of disregard.
The endless hours my refuge into a world of pause.
Stop for now these feelings.
I will deal with them tomorrow
too painful is today
sleep shall sweep them away
into the coma that I have created
where they exist no more
reside into
the world of twiterpated.......
what is this pain I feel in side, it cannot be titled
an illusive pride
left to barbed wire to tear
all that is inside.....
Yet too powerful to be ignored
something that I foolishly saught out
because I was bored
Idle time be now my feind
have done to someone
something that I can never
rewind
Faced with this truth I am forever scared
the bouncers now to be warned
to be on guared, do not leave the nest
her beauty is only a jest
the tainted one is among us now
be warned be strong
remember
she means you harm
...............................
I love you and will talk to you tomorrow
Love moi
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