Reeds by the River

Reeds by the River dance back and forth

Nature’s voice imposes her force

In plain sight a message is hidden

Will anyone listen?

Calmly the breeze passes through the trees with ease before it flows into the river and drops into the reeds

Up in the sky she rushes at a bird’s eye until she sees people who can fly and sucks into the airplane’s turbine

Down she Spirals

Into Wild Fires

Monstrous Spires

Deadly Desires

Stir the Debris

Left by this Decayed Tree

Nurture the Soil

Undo Death’s Coil

Calmly the breeze passes through the trees with ease before it flows into the river and drops into the reeds

A subtle whisper on the wind touches my skin with a gentle caress that tears away the mental burden of mortal sin

Reeds by the River dance back and forth

Nature’s voice imposes her force

In plain sight a message is hidden

Will anyone listen?

Open Eyes

I have awakened from a lucid dream. A haze has lifted from my eyes. Clarity has returned to my thoughts. I am me again.

Oligarchic State

Corporations in America have aggregated the majority of wealth in this country into the hands of a minute percentage of our population. We are all people participating in the struggle to survive in a destructive and chaotic cosmos. Yet, we allow these individuals who have usurped the authority of government through financial oppression to behave in a criminal manner which is counter-productive to the overall progress of our species, and this also has negative consequences on our environment. The only way we can replace this oligarchic state is to educate ourselves in literature and language so thoroughly that we can create legislation which is able to regulate the greed and arrogance of these insolent few. Now is the time to join together. Now is the time to take the first step into the future. One question remains; will we be slaves or a unified collective?

A note to a loving mother

Another Mother’s day approaches with the same question in mind, what can I give my mother to show my appreciation? Words cannot express the profound gratitude that resides in my consciousness for this woman. She sacrificed her most valuable asset to raise five incredible children and one husband: her time. 

Sacrifice has many rewards. The children she has taught and loved have now become responsible adults who contribute a positive attitude, and a progressive view of the world to any circumstance we are involved with. We were taught to view everyone as our family and give them the unconditional love our mother and father gave us.  We were taught to think for ourselves and stand for what we believe in. Confidence without arrogance; Education without ignorance; Unbridled Passion for your individuality; Compassion for the well-being of others; these values and many more were taught to our family at a very early age. 

People who meet my sisters and I are instantly drawn to our personalities, perceptions, ideas, and attitudes. This can all be attributed to the nurturing we received from two wonderful parents who complimented one another so perfectly. Since this holiday is dedicated to the mother I will focus on her. The role of the mother is the nurturer, and is defined by the Webster dictionary as follows: “the sum of the environmental factors influencing the behavior and traits expressed by an organism”. Every “momma’s boy” can agree their mother is in fact defined by this word. There was a book I once read, (I cannot recall the name), about a man whose mother would rock him to sleep every single night. This trend continued into his adult life. 

I am now 27 years old. In my short time in this world I have tried to comfort my chaotic soul in so many ways. I have attempted to calm the nervous energy causing the overwhelming anxiety that drives me to action instead of insanity. Nothing has been found since my youth. The comfort and security of a mother’s embrace can make the most excruciating, painful, and even most of the embarrassing moments disappear almost immediately. This is why I can give nothing that would come close to what she has given me.

A friend of mine who recently lost his mother told me everything good inside of him came from her. Genetics determine who we are. Two people combined their codes to create me. I know without a doubt in my mind the sincere compassion and kindness that is the root of my unconditional love for the people of our species is part of my genetic code because of my mother Ann S. Lemon. She is an extraordinary person who uses her talents to show people how incredible they are as well. I love my mother, and I am overjoyed to have the opportunity to be her son. 

Any man with a mother like mine should make sure she knows you love her. Give her a hug and make sure she knows what she has done for you. All a mother ever wants to know is that her children are going to survive and flourish. My mother should know the last seven years of hard work and struggle are dedicated to her. When I was lost in the struggles with the darkness in my subconscious mind she was there to help me stand back up, and regain control of a life that was lost. The stability and happiness I now have in my life is a result of her unflinching desire to see her son reach his potential. I have followed Robert Frost’s advice and taken the path less traveled, and if it were not for the tools my mother had equipped me with I probably would not have survived the journey. The life I create from here will be a monument to her love. This is for my mother; thank you, thank you.

I love you mother,

Laron Robert Lemon

3 Days of Darkness

3 Days of Darkness

Backward I fall into an Abyss

My body spirals out of control

Away from the light I fall

Cold air rushes around me

 A chill moment ends with the exhale of one breath

Darkness

The sensation I am in a free fall still lingers

I can see nothing

I can sense nothing

The light fades from me

A single dot in the distance holds my gaze

Where am I?

Where am I going?

Why do I feel so empty?

The yellow-white dot in the distance disappears

Darkness is absent

A void fills the expanse

A void envelopes my consciousness

Uncertainty

Anger

Fear

Insecurity

Sorrow

Hopelessness

A voice, a voice!

Where did the sound echo from?

I cannot let go.
I must fight this.

I must overcome.

That voice, it calls me back from whence I came.

I must not give in.

The darkness has returned.

I can feel the cold against my skin.

Where is the light?

Where did the dot go?

Why do I feel so invigorated?

My body spirals out of control

Into the light I am pulled

A gentle breeze kisses my cheek

Dawn rises

Dusk falls

Four Seasons cycle repeatedly through their revolution

Seeds of Apathy are sowed in the hearts of men

History is cyclical yet again

Dawn rises

Dusk falls

Four Seasons cycle repeatedly through their revolution

Seeds of Apathy are sowed in the hearts of men

History is cyclical yet again

Dawn rises

Dusk falls

Four Seasons cycle repeatedly through their revolution

Seeds of Apathy are sowed in the hearts of men

History is cyclical yet again

I am awake

I am aware

In the abyss of nothing a zeal for life was found

Passionate fire burns both the subconscious and conscious mind

Enlightenment will be found in death for those who seek knowledge and joy in life

Despair no longer has an icy grip around my mind

Clarity has given insight into eternity

Vulnerable

Vexed

Unsure

Lost

Nervous

Embarrassed

Rejected

Anxious

Belittled

Loved

Enlightened

Losing my time

I am losing my time

I am losing my mind

I am losing to this weekly grind

Another day another dollar

Another day choked by this collar

Another day death steps closer

Day by day I waste away inside a concrete prison for the monetary compensation needed to provide a modest living

Day by day I waste away listening to the people around me bitching about the life they were given

Day by day I waste away in the dreams of a paradise full of promise and light

Dismayed, Disconcerted, and disillusioned

I wander aimlessly in the misery of this purgatory

Trained from an early age to be another statistic on the page I find myself furious with how I have been played

Obedience is the key to perpetuating this debauchery of our humanity which has systematically suppressed the individual desires to pursue the fulfillment of our potential

Yet, here I wait for a miracle to set me free

Yet, here I wait for the day I can be me

Yet, here I wait wallowing in self pity

What is the fucking point!?

Why do I keep returning to that joint?!

How can I overcome!?

The era where “knowledge is power” is over, if it ever was. People now have an unquenchable thirst for the almighty dollar.

What is making me fucking sigh?!

Why do I continue to try!?

How come most days I wish to die?!

                The answer is simple: life is not fair. A majority of our human family-most of our people-are viewed as a disposable resource used for labor and entertainment by the select few lucky enough to be born on the throne. This is why I walk around with a growing heaviness in my heart. We all belong to the same species, we all live on the same planet, we all belong to the same universe; however, we cannot care for one another as we care for ourselves. The technology we have enables us to do so. The knowledge we possess informs us that we should. Experiences we have shared showed us what can happen when we do. Tonight I sit silently-in a melancholic state- at the thought of what a tragedy the human story has become. Wrought with so many transgressions against our own brothers and sisters, I am ashamed to call the history of our people my own. We are better, we can do better. I am optimistic for the future, but this will only get you so far. Action is completely necessary in order to change the perceptions of the people in power. One person cannot make a difference; only the collective voice can be heard. May our hearts and minds be filled with compassion for one another….