Caged Black Lion

THE PRELUDE

I know the Caged Black Lion well
He is I, and I am he
He is you, He is youth
He is your brother- My father- A farmer
Nothing but a pauper
Your Poppa. . . The black John Proctor

He doesn't have much, but he is willing to give to her almost his all
He gives her almost all of his soul, but bids to you just to leave him his name
As the Black Proctor Explains. . .

Because it is his name
Because he can not have another in his life
Because he lies and signs himself to lies
Because he knows he is not worth the dust of the feet of those so bold to leap- and yet fall cheap, but die happily because --they know it is not from the nooses of their insecurities that they hang
So yes, he can give you almost all of his soul just leave for him his name.


THE CAGED BLACK LION - The Poem

Understand why a Lion can never shed his mane
Never- bare his soul
Never- show his pain
His insecurities have rendered him naked,
He has a heart- Just no sleeves to place it
So he wears his soul underneath his soles, never to be shown-
Yet never to be taken

He will never see him cry- he has to much riding on his pride..
Thus the question holds;
If a lion were to shed his mane- would his pride respond to his roar?
Or would he just fall. . .

Do you understand why this Caged Black Lion roars?
From the bottom of his soul- do you feel him?
From the tip of his tongue- Do you hear him?
Do you feel the vibrations of his roar as the crumbling of his heart? - Or do you just fear him?
Do you hear the echoes that forever oscillate against his shattered soul crying out for God? Did you ever even ear him?
Did you notice his ever roaming for the truth amongst the cornerstones of the world was him searching for himself?- I bet you never even steered him

He will never ask for help
You see, this mane covers his eyes and clouds his judgment
It is the only thing he sees- and doesn't see
So it becomes the only thing in his own darkness that guides him
The only thing that covers him
It is his coat, his indispensible cloak
All woven from the same mane that made his invisible rope
Within his own insecurities. . he and his lioness have enough time to be intangled forever
So he watches out for the highs, because once he falls- it is both of them that will dangle together

So comfortable in his own darkness he has become that he finds redemption when he preys (prays) in the night

Shhh

Listen with your fingertips. .
Do you feel his roar motioning the movement at the ends of the ocean floor?
He's become so comfortable down there. .

He embraces his uncertanties as if they were a song. .
that ricochet upon the threshold of his echoes-
if you listen closely you can hear the lyrics screaming
Let Go. . . (Let Go). . .(Let Go) . . . (LET GO)!

But that hope that you hear gets muffled by his mane
So you hear it as his roar, when infact- you are listening to the rumbles of his pains

I bid you to listen a little louder,
Look beyond his beard- so you can bare witness to what you thought an incredulous pride- embodied in his mane
Look louder once againe. .

Did you ever even realize how he has found security within his insecurities. .
Do you see now how ones vulnerabilities can stain?
Because once his Lioness has left her mark- He's left for dark
And all she leaves for him is pain. .
That he will carry with him into tomorrow's eternity

~KG THE KING