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.
My name is Laron Lemon. I stumbled upon a pen and a pad of paper which sparked a curiosity for writing about any topics that cross my path. I am a writer pursuing his craft who would like any constructive criticism you would like to give, and would enjoy reading the writing you have created.
Monday, December 12
Monday, October 31
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.
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.
Wednesday, September 21
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
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
Monday, August 15
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!?!
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!?!
Monday, August 8
Tuesday, August 2
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.
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.
Tuesday, July 26
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 the horizon
For this banal life that has caused you so much strife
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.
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.
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