A distant friend

A face who constantly enters my mind
Due to the quality in her character which makes her so kind
A woman who has extended her hand
To this introverted, disillusioned, and stubborn man
Not with romantic intentions, but simply as a friend
However, my melancholy keeps me distant in the end
Disheartened by a world who has forgotten
My thoughts follow my actions toward the designs of men
Distracted from the beauty of her heart
I remain aimlessly wandering in the dark
Concentrated on the machinations of our people
Prevents me from understanding what would make my cup full
Wandering through my solitude I chase her shadow
In these lands of men I consider our eternal limbo
Where I am stuck in a cycle of debauchery
Slowly making the reality she is, slip into a reverie
Where unfulfilled my heart will always lie
Until the day she will allow me to die
This is merely a philosophical statement about the stance
Of a humbled man taking part in this human dance
Who has hesitated with the desires of his heart
Out of fear she would not want to take part
Yet I cannot help but wonder
What would come of us if the cupid's spell we did fall under
Still she is waiting for me on her pedestal I set her on high above
Where she may sit forever waiting for me to express my love
So this fool of a man remains distant in the end
To a potentially life long friend.

A gift

A gift of knowledge from an anonymous friend.

When I forget what I have in this world may my emptiness direct my return to sanity. Connected to family through proactive energy. Connected to friends through genuine listening and considering their master-like qualities. May food and merriment be in abundance with a satisfied mind and third eye wonder.

Thank you

To all those people who have moved me along my journey
Who have helped me write my story
Know I appreciate your kindness profoundly
Three precious words left unspoken are always coming from me to you
Because our relationships are how all of my experience and knowledge did accrue
That is why a bow and a gracious words are due
To all my friends and family
For putting up with me while I am ornery
Laughing at the silly side of life with me in such gaiety
To all those who had a shoulder on a difficult night
Strangers holding out a helping hand without a reward in sight
The wisdom of the experienced which gave insight
You taught a boy how to become a man
While leaving cherished memories that made me understand
Those three little words no longer need to be unspoken.
I love and appreciate all of you. The treasures you have given me will only elevate the people I know because those who made me are immaculate creations. It took me 25 years to come to this realization, and I am optimistic we can experience the splendor of this world for another 25 magnificent years. There is much hatred amongst us right now, and it is unnecessary. Only through the kindness of the love of those who surround me have my eyes been opened. In these next 25 I will repay their respect tenfold. Together we can leave this place better then we found it. Let us celebrate life in all of its glory. My friends, my family, I love you.

Sincerely,

Laron R. Lemon

The Thinker

A conversation took place today which provoked this:

Oh the thinker, where hast thou gone?
Leaving a seat none dare to reside in because of the responsibility the burden of mind will bring.
Oh the thinker, where hast thou gone?
A cup left empty in a room at capacity with those who wish to quench their thirst with your knowledge.
Oh the thinker, where hast thou gone?
Placing a void in the heart of the intellect of man
Oh the thinker, where hast thou gone?
A blanket of ignorance coddles the meek in your absence
Oh the thinker, where hast thou gone?
The reverie you had created has been defiled into this debauchery of their humanity propagated by the indoctrination of lethargy into each generation for the sole purpose of control over the flow of information
Oh the thinker, where hast thou gone?
Left to their own devices, which they know not how to utilize,  they are helpless
Oh thinker! Why have you left them to the barren wasteland that is their humanity!?!

Something Short

The Seer's Throne

Today I went on hike to a peak due east of 3300 S. Reaching the summit I found a resting spot amongst a cluster of rock forming a seat. Immediately after taking the invitation my thoughts raced wildly across my mind until the pad and pen were in my hands. Have a story in mind for this piece. :)

Masters of their craft gather their strength over the heads of the mighty golem watching over the sacred valley. Filling their cup with her beauty they are overcome by the immaculate complexity of her design. Showering the earth with their bountiful tears they cleanse her of the filth which has gathered on her bosom. My people sit oblivious in the valley while the machinations of their time unfold overhead. Unaware of the cosmic dance unfolding gracefully above them. In this joyful setting resting in the heavens a momentary sorrow grasps my heart. Stimulated by the glimpse of a scar of man staring menacingly back at me. Hanging wearily atop its frame rests an unnatural glow that instigates curiosity, as well as concern. The first can be let go because I do not want to end up like the cat, however, the latter isan indication of our current predicament.

Below these eternal watchers the ignorant of my kind move systematically into a disconnection from the natural world. We have created beautifully elaborate extensions of our own self to demonstrate the excellence of our own existence. Unfortunately, with these systems built from us we have distanced ourselves from whence we came.

A movement started in the midst of the last century to try to attune back to our world. Some are so bold to say that we must regress from our technology in order to achieve this. Look at everything around us in man's world. The creation we witness on an every day basis within our civilizations required our hands and our minds. What we have done with what has been provided to us is nothing short of a phenomena. So we cannot dismantle the masterpiece which has already been made. We have accomplished much for the sake of creation. Look around you at the magnificence of our beauty. With this knowledge understand the fallibility of our character allows us to be consumed by the pride stemming from the works developed through us. Bringing us in direct conflict with what provided us with the necessary composition to experience this unique existence. My brothers and sisters we must join together. Not for just one another anymore.

Our potential is endless. With this power comes the devastation wrought by the destruction of our connection to our universe stemming from the hand of fate created by our own. Do not let this dishearten you because the world always provides an opportunity for life to present itself. The universe is optimistic so we should join in its light. We must remember. We must reacquaint ourselves with our origin.

Hues on the horizon

On my way to work I was able to witness a breath taking sunrise which provoked me to write this.


My love affair with nature is deepening. Riding in my two-thousand pound death trap, I was given a window into her beauty that lasted on moments in the span of her existence.

Hues on Horizon

Waking from my slumber

I grab my plastic number

I head out the door

To join my brothers and sisters in the human war

Sitting behind the wheel 

Of this coffin made of plastic and steel

I contemplate my existence

Which makes me wonder; why no resistance?

Moving down the road

I yearn for the comfort of my humble abode

When I was given a window

Into her beautiful show

Hues on the horizon

Free me from my sin

Light the center of my eyes

With your vibrancy reaching into the midst of the skies

Brothers of blue

Beginning from you

Introduce a purple frame

To contain the pink name

In the hues on the horizon

Dancing above this denizen

Brighten my eyes with your beautiful skies

So this human trial, which has left so many in denial

Of the infinite beauty of her smile will no longer defile

You with our ignorance

About the eternal bliss

Awaiting us if we accept her kiss

Which will remove us from this

Hues on the horizon

Doing my eyes in

With the awe and wonder

Your power has to tear my heart asunder

For this banal life that has caused you so much strife

I am sorry for my trespass, I have returned for class

To be taught once more how it feels to adore

The unblemished purity in the grace of your sanctuary

So my humanity will no longer be a travesty

Hues on the horizon light my escape from this prison.
With your spectrum of hope show me the scope this fallacy of reality-created by the incredulity in humanity-has transformed your home into a degradation of the affirmation of life eternal so that I may take my responsibility in the reconstruction of the fertility of the utility of my humanity within this immaculately constructed reverie.

Love

 I had posted this piece some time ago, but because of my deeply rooted feelings for the person this was about it was difficult for me to allow it to remain. Much has happened since I took this post down, and I am now ready to finally move into the next chapter of my story. I am optimistic for the future.
Physical pain such as, broken bones, torn ligaments, ailments of the mind, sickness of the body; all of these conditions that bring fatigue and suffering do not compare with the aching anguish of a broken heart. Lost in a world of solitude when you become connected to someone so fully that the apathy this isolated life propagates is diminished to a negligible amount a joy is felt that overwhelms and bewilders the senses. On the same token when you are disconnected from the individual the emotional and physical stress that is endured can be almost unbearable.
  Love is a concept that I have been unable to grasp throughout my life. Separated from my parents at an early age because of a difference of perception on a set of beliefs, I found solace in the disparity of love. Distancing myself from the world I became a spectator of the machinations of humanity. Always an observer of the frivolity of relationships, never a participant. Always safely far enough away from any that would try to connect to me.
Removing myself from the possibility of harm from the process of this human interaction brings comfort and solace to a lonely heart by providing security for the privacy of your personality. Concealing all of your weaknesses, insecurities, and fears so that you may maintain an image of strength and infallibility. Watching the ridiculous nature that presents itself when one is blinded by the deepening care for another individual your logic is disabled. Reason does not allow you to comprehend why you would endure such a spectacle for the mere companionship of another human being. The only plausible thought is that it brings humor into an other wise dull existence.
This ignorance is the blockade that closed my eyes to the fruits of labor that come from having such an intimate relationship with someone. We can never truly know another person's thoughts, nor can we ever truly feel their emotions, however, when two people are willing to remove the barriers of insecurity, anxiety, and fear, that prevent us from understanding the fullness of another individual, a door can be opened that will give us the sight necessary to view this world through their eyes. Standing defenseless in this manner is the only way that you can actually begin the adventure into love.
  Contempt for this is common due to the vulnerability achieved by allowing someone to view the world as you do. No two people are the same so we are inherently inclined to conceal the secrets of our nature from the majority of society. Afraid that our perception of reality will be met with ridicule and mockery because of the confusion and sadness that come with our deepest thoughts we find that society falls back onto creating distractions that prevent one from viewing this scene of life. Empathizing only with the emotions that stimulate the creation of happiness, society brings about an age that calls for the fortification of our barriers to avoid confrontation with our inner most darkness. Finding acceptance only through conforming to this insolence protects one from the isolation and suffering inflicted by the rejection from society, however, it also prevents one from obtaining the vision necessary to venture into love.
   This completely natural desire for acceptance is definitely counter intuitive to the concept of love. By providing the neglect of your emotional stability you become drawn from the attainment of this concept to the disparity of it. This process starts slowly when you encounter your first betrayal of trust. Now uncertain if others will behave in the same fashion more of the information you hold  about your nature is hidden from view. Circumstance will present more opportunities for the divulging of facts that when given are received poorly by the other party. Nearing the situation again you simply refrain from engaging. Finally you have come to a point where you will detach yourself from these interactions so that you can maintain a distance that keeps you safely out of harms reach. An evolutionary process that must be stopped so that one may enjoy a memory with another. The question that comes to my mind is, how can one remove such a strong resistor of human capability?
 The individual is the answer. Since groups only want a uniform behavior that is accompanied with comfort and security, one must be removed from the group so that they may come to an understanding to this everlasting human ideal. The heartbreak plays her part very well in this role. When you give yourself unto another person an attachment is created that binds you to them. Friendships, of either intimate nature, that are ended provide the foundation for the understanding of love by giving the necessary heartache for insight. Severing these ties impose the complete range of emotions onto the individual so that they become focused on only their position within this life. This isolated perception stimulates a narrow scope that hones in on the attitude and behavior that has caused the consequences in your life. Actualizing this speculative position places one as an objective observer over their circumstance. In doing so you place yourself in front of an opportunity where you can identify the obstacles of insecurity, anxiety, confusion, and fear that prevented you, or the other person from completely giving into the situation, and to you.
  Constantly confused as an emotion, Love is a concept that can only really be enacted after one removes their self interest. Unlike emotions that come to fruition or dissipate within the moment, love is something that must be maintained and nurtured through the dedication to the labor of another individuals happiness. This work never ends. Personal strife will be endured so that the interests of the person you are sharing your life with are your priorities as well. Removing yourself from the equation you can learn more about this life through the caring for another person than you could by watching them their entire life. By giving of yourself without hesitation you will experience a slight sorrow at the release of your inherent obstacles. Replacing this will be a joy that envelopes the very fiber of your being with the utmost joyous contentment for life.
  The hesitation is warranted from the extreme agony that is impressed upon the heart when you give into the arduous task of service to another and you are not joined by the one you are facing that you had hoped would take your hand, Utter contempt for the world rises from the frustration of revealing your true identity. Forsaken by your own folly a misery is instilled in your mind that moves you into isolation; introverted back to an infantile state the greatest revelation of love shows itself.
 Through the woes of a broken heart you experience every emotion known to us.  Overcoming this hardship you will remove you from self. Enabling you to commit to the work necessary to advance the progression of those around you. Setting you up to experience love in its truest form: selfless benevolence for the progression of mankind. Not three words spoken, not showering of material objects, not throwing money at someone, but the endeavor to maintain and develop the happiness of someone else through the sacrifice of your time and energy. This is not limited to the interactions between a man and a woman. Any of our species that are willing to remove the inherent inclination for separation and isolation that prevent us from fulfilling our individuality through the gift of service can attain a transcendental joy that actualized the ideal of love.
 This is the purpose of life. To find those that are willing to join you in a commitment to the dedication of one another. The ideal of love can be found within our frail reality if two people are only willing to relieve themselves of the insolent natures of their humanity. Relentlessly battling against our own intuition we can come to find the revelation of our existence. I am extremely grateful since last September of last year I have known someone of exceptional quality. Sojourning through this concept with someone who I never thought would be give me a second look, my eyes have been opened to world of hope and excitement that I never knew existed. Accepting the love that has been waiting for me allowed a zeal for life to enter into my being. The fullness of my being is being actualized by the interest others are showing in my self. Always creeping into me is the fallacies of my creation, but this time they cannot take hold. For the benevolence, kindness, and charity bestowed by those around me in my time of need are proof of the existence of something greater within the confines of the human spirit. I have been redeemed by the selfless qualities of others. Now it is my turn to return the favor. On this day I dedicate myself to the redeeming concept of mankind. I commit myself to the pursuit of all those searching and yearning for the warmth of this ideal. In doing so I give up the interest in my self for the advancement of those struggling to grasp this concept of everlasting joy. Today I accept my responsibility for the fulfillment of the lives of others. Today I accept my humanity.

America the wounded

The hidden disdain for the mundane reality has surfaced. Bringing from my belly a discord with my heart that wrenches my conviction from my hand.

Indivisible with liberty and justice for the blind folded maiden of Truth. Invisible tyranny has wrought subjugation on the population by those who manipulate the blind hand of the maiden. Cyclical benevolence usurped by cyclical malevolence. A bastion of humanity corrupted into a cauldron of banality.

Oh twisted tree of the mother's womb how have you become this once great land's tomb?

I am done.

I am done. I am over it. Time to start working again! New writing will be up soon. Thank you for your support.