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Recent events had me rooting through my feelings, this is the resulting poem that was the result.
By lonely chains
See no escape
For so long
Soul has cried
Hope is starved
No love found
I close my eyes
Still I feel the pain
But then a light
An Angel bright
Dare I hope again?
(c) Lamo The Lion 2019
Dear New Years Eve,
Don't get me wrong it is lovely to see you each year a reminder that we humanity has continued to survive somehow. But I have to raise a great concern that really bugs me.
Why we spend so much money on you like a luxury extravagance? I'm pretty sure you sisn't ask us to throw money at you.
Yet London alone spent an estimated £3,250,000. on you, that is not including the extra demand on the already underfunded Police, Ambulance and Fire services. Unfortunately there are many party revelers can't even enjoy your presence without being completely stupid about it!
Yet alone the clean up costs of the discarded tons of litter city dwellers simply expect to magica...
Reading about the search for intelligent life in the Universe got me to thinking, (Again). There is a huge amount of real estate surrounding us in to which neighbours must well have moved. Even with all the time that has past those fourteen or so billion years where it is possible that other civilisations have come and gone already, the odds are that there is a lot of other life out there.
However we send out these invitations to them hoping, expecting, for some kind of reply in all directions getting despondent as we have had no reply.
Here is the thought I had though.
Knowing humanity as it is right now, what we have done to this planet, our violent history; if you were intellig...
As I stand outside the stadium I can hear the rest of the world inside enjoying the concert of life.
Yet here I stand outside alone for I was not afforded a ticket to join in with them.
I can hear them but I cannot see them then I realise that is how it has always been.
Stood outside in the huge empty car park alone, it is then that it hits me that this is how my song has always been played.
Lamo The Lion 2018
Here is a little ode for the very lovely Brindha who leaves such wonderful comments. :)
Bright beauty she shines,
Rich in her souls eyes,
New passion does rise,
Divine in disguise.
Her magical worth,
An Angel on Earth.
Lamo The Lion 2018
For the amazing Lettrist, Martha Lucia. :)
Magical Angel Radiating Truly Heavenly Allure
Loveliness Unique Creates Immutable Adoration
Lamo The Lion 2018
I cannot see you yet I know you’re always there, waiting for us hidden from our present view. Once I thought how exciting it would be to finally meet you yet writing this letter I can tell you that you have come to fill my soul with fear.
It is not your fault either for how you behave is shaped by the humanity of the present, well here on Earth at least.
Perhaps they do not value the shining beauty of who you can be as they don’t seem to even acknowledge your existence based on the way they carry on here in the moment of now.
Where once I saw a rainbow of such colours warming upon my heart they have now painted the darkness. Are we are the ones who define the fash...
My Dear Past,
You've always been there for me but I cannot stay with you I'm sorry to tell you. I have met the present who I love more than anything and we are having a relationship giving birth to the future. You'll always remain in my thoughts as I have millions of memories we have shared together. You have helped me grow to who I am now, for that I will always be truly grateful. It is such a comfort to know that you will always be there to reminisce with about all those amazing things we did when I need..
Now though I must devote my soul to my relationship with the present as we build a future together. The present is the only one who I can share my real moments with as I canno...
As I sit sipping my coffee thoughts
of recent events fills my mind with the following thought.
When did humanity reach the point that the truth is met with such hurt that leads to guilt? How have we come to turn such a positive into a reflection of negativity?
Not the truths that bring to light a purposeful lie that was born in the past for they are that which will always create revealed pain.
Is not Life given to seeking the truths that may lead to enlightenment? When one is given as a gift why is it not revered as bettering life?
To me does not the one who tells the deepest of truths showing courage through such depth of integral character not show they are the m...
Inside of me
There is a hole
For when you left
You broke my soul
The piece that loved
Shattered like glass
The glue of life
Gave it a pass
For each heart beat
Now echoes there
No one to hear
Silence to bear
Quiet tears fall
But fill it not
My happy past
Time has forgot
Lamo The Lion 2018
"Where once grew the sweet flower of you in the garden of my life now only bears but fallen petals of a memory. A blossoming future now autumn shed as the cold winter of loneliness relentlessly ebbs at my heart."
Lamo The Lion 2018
I was again not going to share this but I realise that it will have meaning to so many people that it may perhaps bring some tiny measure of comfort and that is how words should truly be used in this life?
I sit in the dark, my mind full of love
You were my angel, from heaven above,
When feelings arose, you left me alone,
My soul plays music, that has a sad tone,
The hurt that it caused, from truth it was born,
Tears in a sunset, instead of loves dawn,
You’ve taken the light, once filling my life,
Absolute pure trust, a friendship so rife,
Flowers now wilted, are haunting my past,
Failed by emotion, so honestly cast,
My conscience is clear, the secret was shared,
Its been a long while wince I penned poetry, I started this with a Nursery Rhyme in mind but it soon became a more morally inclined piece!
The city Fox, a cunning beast,
From rubbish bins, their dinners feast,
Skulking around, almost unseen,
Where does he go, where has he been,
Driven here now, by hunts of old,
With easy food, for creatures bold,
Our wanton mess , it drew them in,
They’ve only used, our shameful sin,
There is no blame, for them to take,
For it is our, true blind mistake,
We treat the streets, like garbage dumps,
Are we then not, the dirty chumps,
We spare no thought, where rubbish goes,
Once it has gone, from our own nose,
Think hard about, that Fox you...
Written over a coffee as I thought about humanities future and how people treat others.
There are those of us who raise our love to the emotional skies so that it may shine down upon others as feeling sunshine. Open to all we brave few expose ourselves to nurture a belief of faith in humanity. Where others see only the ever growing darkness some light their torch to draw open those curtains of despair revealing the goodness that is still there. Not as Angels among humans but a choice of free will to help bring a path to the map of life that others may see to follow.
So often the humble rug upon which we stand to try to deliver this simple message is heartlessly pulled from beneat...
I was not going to pen this letter for it is of great personal meaning.
A friend of mine through their own learning has me reviewing my spirituality alongside that which it leads me to believe. Part of this is that thought from Buddhism that we should live in the moment for it reality it is the only place that we truly live. If we do then the worry of that which has past or that yet to come is muted for a true state of being that should bring about a peace within.
I recently faced my fear of the future by finding all the strength of courage that I could within my heart and mind, focusing in on living in the moment. In that brief time so I overcame that which I had been so afraid of ...
Sometimes my mind creates the most random of thoughts driven my the muse of my life. Here are two that formed just a short moment ago that I share with you.
"I seek to kiss the soft moonbeams of you for it is to feel the light of your soul upon my heart."
"The true vision of my reality is coloured by the eternal rainbow of your love."
Lamo The Lion 2018
Its a subject that both I have written on before here but also one that has affected all of us in life in some way. This thought I write now is not written to offend anyone nor is it a vindication, I ask that you read with no judgement in mind.
Over the last few months my spirituality has, I don't want to say increased but it has evolved. With this so my understanding of life has changed for they are inextricably linked with an invisible bond thus one will always effect the other. My mind has been opened to the vast complexity relating to religion which is not the purpose of this piece that I pen to you now but it is from these musings that it has been born.
Humans were given free...
I write here tonight with my heart heavy, full of sadness not because there has been a tragedy to me or someone I know but that we have reached such a sad point in modern society,
I was raised to be polite, compliment people, listen, be tolerant thanks to my amazing parents. Growing up in a very rural part of the English countryside where there are few people for miles around, you make the most of any social moment. Becoming a very naturally forward person but with good intent in your heart. But it gets me that we live in a generation now were if I were to compliment a young lady I passed on the street, or in a public place somewhere, she would more likely slap me or claim sexual har...
My mind keeps thinking on from my last letter on hidden truths, its going to go one step further and has written this following thought.
Why should another be hurt by your truth being set free? Let’s take someone having fallen in love with another but kept that truth hidden. One day the pain that is causes them becomes more than the consequence of revealing it.
Often they get all defensive, “Oh why did you tell me that, how can I be your friend now!”, “I don’t feel the same way.” Many more negative reactions. I have thought on this, to me this is an incredibly selfish attitude when you truly think about it. Yep, there I’ve said it.
Should not that other person now actually r...
I sit here thinking about that age old phrase, “We are responsible for our own actions”. I do not mean physical actions we may take, stealing, vandalising losing your cool, what I mean is those more subtle actions.
Sitting here I am drawn to that of whispering a truth done with absolute heartfelt good intent. For me knowing the life I have it is better a spoken truth than the silent torment of regret. Yet here is the rub, for these truths no matter their size, will have some impact on those around you, whether intentionally or not so the question becomes more about the value of truth. Not to lie, that will always lead to effects on others usually toward you that will be worse than reg...
Going through an interesting period in life, love and spiritualism at the moment, as I sit here I was drawn to share these intimate thoughts with those of you that might read them. Whilst they may touch on the religious there is no judgement or bias intended within these words, just the feelings that I feel from within my own self.
There are those with certain beliefs that say you should be willing to give up that which you hold dear. For in this action apparently it can then no longer hurt you in life?
Yes I can see this with materialistic things, money, house, car things that are inanimate for want of a better word, items which we give an unnatural attachment. Placing too much i...
Sat on a rainy Saturday afternoon with thoughts of endings in my mind, I was driven to pen this.
Sometimes and ending is exactly that, a full stop at the end of a sentence that is the last paragraph to the final chapter of a book that has now played out in your life. It will spawn no sequel for it’s a story than cannot be repeated so now the decision must be made.
Burn it upon the fire of memories lost, let it evaporate into the flames of that which will cleanse the sadness it bought, Or do you place it upon a dusty shelf in the library of you, where it could be checked out in the future to remind you of what was never meant to be along with the pain it reignites?
Are we trul...
Just to try and smile, I am involved with a hashtag on Twitter "#vss365" Each day a new word is given and you have to write a Very Short Story in a single 280 character Tweet. Not been doing it long but I started a theme of using Nursery Ryhmes and Fairy Tales. Here is one based on, "The Three Little Pigs" It got a rather good response. :)
The Wolf was in the Brick house, roasting some fresh Pork on a spit. He could not believe how easy it had been to get in, no huffing & puffing needed. No all he'd needed to do was #imitate the 2nd pig. "A Wolf in Pig's Clothing", he chuckled, sipping his Pinot Noir wine.
"The Pain of Choice"
I keep playing the scene from the Matrix over and over in my own head. Where he realises, whilst talking to the Architect, “The problem is choice.” How does one find the impact of this simple human gift? After all is this not a result of the free will that we are blessed with? Without it I would think that we would never have evolved into anything more that primitive man. If we had not then we surely would never have chosen to leave the cave, venturing out into the bigger world, to slowly develop and ascend to what we see today.
Yet there is a harsh side effect that this brings to, the pain that those decisions may lead to not just for our own self but those aro...
Today is one of those days of the years when the mind turns to sadder thoughts, for it would have been this Lions mothers birthday. Yet like so many she was lost at far to young a time. Yet when I start to open the emotional gate to go down the path of sadness, I hear her talking to me. She is reminding me not to mourn but take the positive of the good times shared, into my future rather than my soul crying over what can't be changed.
Some time ago I wrote the following which I reach for twice a year, my reminder to myself of her wishes for me.
A Mothers Message
There's a hole in my heart, where she used to be
My mother, my friend and a mentor to me
No more cards, on a Satur...
Wrote this as I thought of my muse, just let the words flow with feeling over thought for that is what she conjures in my soul.
If I could kiss those lips that hold heaven in their smile,
Lose my soul in the soft oceans of her eyes,
Feel the touch of her skin on the emotion in my heart,
Drift in the reverie of her beauty that is sweet dream.
Not words of hope’s fiction these, for my muse she is beautifully real.
For my Magnificent Muse
(c) Lamo The Lion 2018
I saw an Angel in human form today, yet once my eyes had adjusted to the heavenly light, I saw that it was my muse.
(c) Lamo The Lion 2018
My muse has an amazing smile that inspires a million words yet all these cannot describe her true beauty.
(c) Lamo The Lion 2018
As I go trough this bad period it is of some comfort that the world of words is available, to be written, to share, somehow to ease the sadness. Here are the thoughts that entered my mind as I sit here supping my cup of tea trying to smile, thought I should share them with you.
When your scraping round
For eight nine pence
Just to buy milk for your tea
It makes your heart sink
This is all you have
How the hell did this come to be.
You’ve worked all your life,
To make the ends meet,
You’ve less than nothing to show
Tears fall in your drink.
As you sip despair,
Feeling there’s nowhere to go.
People around you,
“Don’t worry” they say,
It will get better with time
This I wrote for the Angel in my life, words are not enough to express how truly blessed I am in dark times that you are there.
When the darkness come, where shines the light,
For without its presence, I can’t see to fight,
Stumbling blind, emotions turn,
Hope like kindling, slowly burns,
The soul is sinking, in the waters of despair,
Yet before that last breath, you are there.
Lighting my world, I can now see to swim,
The air of your soul, ceded waves so grim,
Saving hope from fire, raised on your Angels wings,
Heart now floats lighter, to your music it sings,
Your my Albatross wings, that love’s land is near,
Calming the rough seas, that there’s nothing to fear,
My sun and...