Here and there ~ Part 3

To date we have managed towards self-destruct,

The future’s not rosy, probably fucked.

If Hope you will stand

the weakness of man;

I beg please forgive him;

with you, win we can.

Strong growing stronger

Force of Peace spreading wide;

together united,

Man, Woman, Child.

Invisibly bonded, links heaven borne;

chains of Freedom, earthly adorn.

A thousand million of people alive;

the way could be forward;

believe and survive.

Cast out the evil,

discard all the rot;

Cupid’s bow empty,

arrow now shot.

Our hearts our now open,

ready to learn – Love,

you’re the answer;

press forward return.

All you need is Love –

so the song said;

Life’s Love,

Love’s Life

Else existence is

Dead.

© Liola Lee 2007

Part 3 of a poem (please see previous 2 posts to read parts 1 & 2). This last part seems almost a little relevant in these truly strange and uncertain time.  I wrote these in 2007.

 

 

Here and there ~ Part 2

In those early joyous days,

in times long gone now far away;

rational reason still to gain;

thought from heart, vacant brain.

‘I think, therefore I am’ once said

a Philosopher released long dead.

Stranger thoughts have been conveyed,

to minds quite thwarted, yet unmade.

Arise my champions, grown from seed;

come do battle, help me please.

Guide me forward, abolish greed.

Worthy warriors – blessings all;

hear my summon, heed my call.

First, I call on Courage, request that you endorse,

strength of conviction combined with force.

Allied with Courage, I plan to battle,

confront rage, withdraw, shake, rattle.

You Knowledge gathered,

learned, studied, read

facts in abundance

inside my head.

Present said facts in single file,

prioritise, order, self-denial.

Knowledge deployed strategically well;

informed reaction rings all bells;

Maturity, age, time well observed

Wisdom to Knowledge help and preserve.

Faith, I now ask you,

stay make your way

to front this army,

coloured not grey.

Grant us that feeling,

kindred spirit named Hope;

silencing doubts,

fears envelope.

Put paid to the worries,

an end to the fears;

give Strength to make Courage;

a future more years.

© Liola Lee 2007

Part 2 of a 3 part poem

Here and there ~ Part 1

When sky was blue and sea was green and sun gave light to day:

knights in shining armour rode against the four Winds,

on quests to do battle for honour and love.

Serpents, Dragons and Unicorns were more than meat for myth;

Gorgons, Giants, Olympians and time as yet unmade.

Here in the land of make-believe, when Night’s not Night but Day.

The journey starts, here in the heart, with the sin that got in the way.

About to embark on a journey, to a time a long way off:

to a place now long forgotten- where growth went stale and

goodness started to rot.

We must form a company of seven to march forth on and back;

to slip beneath the surface, tread the severed track.

The pathway lost, all overgrown with weeds, pain, hurt, all cracked.

Perils so enormous – danger within packed.

Traps man-made and man-made traps; rising sons, scythes and sickles –

beings bestial, beings fickle.

Routes un-chartered, map’s unclear – even just the faintest fear

will Cerberus sense in nostrils flared, plural heads, intense glare;

eyes of black, there is no end, hound of Hell, not man’s best friend.

Guards the mouth to Hades, grossly heads the fleet –

appetite abundant, human flesh his meat.

If, beyond this point we reach, seven soldiers, whole complete –

the time has come, so gather round,

take your orders spirit bound.

Pay the price to cross the Styx, blackest waters, depths unfold,

Death’s own graveyard, wasted gold.

The Ferryman, lank, forlorn, on the raft, his will us borne.

A silver coin upon his tongue, no eyes, no soul, essence gone.

Step on board, take care, no rush, steady goes or bodies crush.

The Captain of this eerie craft: a pole so long for to shaft,

the way ahead, Ship Ahoy! Hades fed.

Slowly, so slowly doth the deadwood drift

across the ocean wide: shore ahead as groom to bride.

Impending union of land and sea as wedding duet, he and she.

Tide is high, Moon is full – Night’s black cloak – feel it pull.

Now on shore, Earth’s sweet skin: Life’s tough journey re-begin.

Wedding over, vows exchanged: Is it safe now? Prearranged?

Life’s a gamble, a game of chance; no guarantees who leads the dance.

“I am the Lord of the Dance” said He. Who?  God, Satan, maybe me?

Get a hold, be brazen, bold, take the helm, in charge, controlled.

Exasperation, puzzled mind, confused state left behind.

If my ship I should steer straight, exist to my will or that of fate?

Attention soldiers stand up, stand tall; tied together, defend from fall.

Ahead the enemy, not friend but foe, disguised donned dangerous, doom in tow.

Debates, decisions still unclear; facts fictitious, fictitious fears.

Where is help, support I need? Solve this problem answer feed.

In early childhood, gently led  by parents loving, broken bread;

wine of wisdom, blood of kin, knowledge stinted, no thought to sin.

Innocence unblemished beneath the raven curl,

unveiled inner beauty, reveals a precious pearl.

It matters not the cover – external binding shell;

It’s what’s within – discover.

The guiding light not Hell.

© Liola Lee 2007

This was Part 1 of  a poem I wrote in 3 parts . A sort of epic tale (I use the word epic loosely). I hope you enjoy it. 

 

 

 

 

 

Finding my way

Three steps forward, six steps back. Seems to be how it goes for me just now or not even just now but for ages. I get all fired up and impassioned (is that a word?) with ideas, thoughts, musings and plans for new projects of this, that and the other, only to find the wind blown out of my sails surely and suddenly from something or someone or most likely my own sensitive/oversensitive self.

Growing up, my Dad, my beautiful and oh so gentle Dad would tell me quietly on one and many occasions that I was too sensitive! My beautiful Mum would reinforce this idea of me being too sensitive or oversensitive but in much more direct terms.

And yes, they were both right! I am sensitive! Or over sensitive by many but not all people’s standards! I take things to heart! I over analyse! I think too much! I overthink everything! I hurt easily!

I am it seems, apparently an empath? I feel what others feel! Not only emotionally but sometimes physically (I get aches and pains, sometimes for no apparent reason and they seem to mirror those of people I am close to). I pick up on people’s moods, tensions and even thoughts. I do not want to if I am honest but it is just how it is.

I carried out a bit of research on this, and discovered that being an Empath is not all bad.  In fact, it seems that it can even be a gift, if I can learn how to psychically protect myself. I am trying to learn various techniques to do just this: from buying an Obsidian Unicorn to visualising myself surrounded by a circle of white or pink light (place myself in a protective bubble as it were). Sometimes it seems to work but then sometimes, the bubble bursts and all hell breaks loose!

The thing is, I am only just learning who I am! I am, I guess like many people, a work in progress, still being sculpted, moulded, designed and created or maybe recreated.

I am not there yet! I have, I think a long way to go but I am on a journey, my journey. I am not sure where I am going just yet but I will get there in the end!

Wishing you all well on your journey! Let’s exchange stories as we go!

Blessed be!

Liola x

© Liola Lee

Just before my husband left for fishing we were discussing something said from yesterday evening, and he told me I was far too sensitive.