A letter to my 13 year old self

You’re going to go through tough times – that’s life. But I say, ‘Nothing happens to you, it happens for you.’ See the positive in negative events.

Joel Osteen

Hi there Laza, this is me, you actually from the future and I’m sure you are doing well wherever you are.

I am writing you this letter to encourage you to keep dreaming the dreams you dream.

I’m writing to let you know that you’ve carved out an amazing life for yourself.

At twenty-two, I, you, am doing quite well. In fact you can tell from the big smile on my face. This is all thanks to the actions you’ve taken to ensure I tread the path of life whilst looking through the lens of growth.

I know that at 13 you’re still just a boy, growing into a man. That you have not yet picked the pen as your passion, and poetry as the weapon you will wield to slay your demons.

And so I won’t burden you with the worries of life. Just know that your heart will show you the way, and that your mind will  show you how to find the way, to what it is you really want.

I want to thank you, for being you, and to ask you, to continue doing so. Continue being a curious cat. Never stop questioning,  your desire for answers will lead you on a journey of self-discovery, an Odyssey of self-mastery.

As a writer, I’d like to tell you to forget about being an engineer, but no, keep using it to motivate yourself, to perform at your brilliant best. There will be hardships that prevent you from being your best waiting for you in the future. But know you are strong enough to weather any storms that come your way.

There will especially come a time, when you will need to bleed in order to be freed from your prejudices. Don’t be scared of the pain, know that without it you will never gain the wisdom that you seek to gain.

Fear not to venture outside of your comfort zone, challenge yourself, believe you can overcome any discomfort.

Don’t forget to be grateful for all the good things in life. Be grateful for those you love, and thankful for those you don’t, those who serve as an example of what not to be.

Be grateful for what you have, and appreciative of what you don’t. Know that everything happens for a reason, that what did not happen, was not supposed to happen.

Realize that everything happens for your greater good. For your growth, as a spiritual being having a human experience.

But most of all, don’t dwell on the past, nor ponder too much about the future. Just be sure to enjoy every moment as it comes.

Be sure to be thankful for each day that comes your way.  Life is precious be careful not to let it pass you by.

Yours with much love and appreciation.
Lazarus Shatipamba

The Blogosphere | A Place

Be patient, if something is supposed to happen, it’s going to happen.

Chiara Ferragni

It’s a world on its own
In time
I’ve come to call it my home
For not only
Is it the place where my heart is
It’s also where my craft is

It’s a place
to unleash my creativity
A place to hone my craft
A place to meet and greet
And get to know people that will show
You how to wow at the wonder of life.

It’s a place to get inspired
It is my favorite place

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

sonnet #3

Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can.

Arthur Ashe
For forty years i felt the beating of my heart.
The rhythm of which i compared to a broken drum.
Till in my life you came and made it start to dart.
Like strings from a harp when the bard makes them thrum.

The music it makes, makes me want to sing.
Along to the song that you inspired with your love.
A song fit for the ears of many a queen 'nd king.
As well as the halls of GOD's in the sky above.

For forty years i felt the beating of my heart.
And i knew not whether it would be made to dance.
A merry jig the masses would consider Art.
Or one that would make many want to shift their glance.

For forty years i felt the beating of my heart.
Which before you came, was clearly being torn apart.

© 2020 The Poets Peace

Brandon Booth Ballad

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Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going.

Jim Ryun


Brandon Booth braved his way up the top of The Tower
Just to set his gaze upon Mr's. Roothe in her shower.
He risked falling and breaking all his bones
To have a sneak peek at her naked body.

When Brandon Booth got to the top of The Tower
He had his camera out, ready to capture her
Though he risked falling and breaking all his bones
By running before she could catch any sight of him.

Brandon Booth thought himself safe when he sneaked
Off The Tower without Mr's. Roothe having peeked
Him risking falling and breaking his bones
That are already brittle with the weight of age.

But Mr's. Roothe, clad only in the towel of her rage
Descended the tower steps far too quickly
She risked falling and breaking her bones
Just to change the course of his history.

Brandon Booth thought himself safe after he peeked.
But Mr's Roothe spoke to the cameras, and they snitched.
So she dialed the police and they drove him to a jail
Where he will spend the next twelve months of his life.

Brandon Booth did not think he'd go to jail,
But the Judge did not even grant him bail
So now he has to risk broken bones
Having been placed in the same cell as Mr. Roothe.

© 2020 The Poets Peace

An Ode to Meditation

Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.

Benjamin Franklin

I sat, cross-legged like a monk
Preparing for his session
Of mindful meditation
In the comfort of the park.

I begin to close my eyes
Whilst bringing focus to breath
Of body, and that of earth
Out of which grow the lotus.

Deeply, i start to inhale
Gathering all the tension
In my lungs till retention
Of air i fail, so exhale.

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Oh meditation! the guide
Into the realms of my soul,
Teaching me better control
Of my emotional state.

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Oh meditation!

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Are you aware how i feel
When my thoughts begin to clear
And i start to lose all fear,
Being tuned into what is real?

Oh meditation! I feel;
The light breeze cooling my skin,
The warmth of rays from the sun,
That my scars begin to heal.

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I sat, cross-legged like a monk
By the ocean at sunset.
Waves crashing into feet
That are accustomed to walk.

With a mantra in my mind
And strong intent from my heart
I loudly begin to chant
To the rhythm of the west wind,

That blows distant sounds my way.

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Oh meditation!

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You blessed me with the present
Of practicing my presence
So i could grasp the essence
Of the now present moment.

Oh meditation! my thanks
For opening my chakras
And for reducing my stress
Levels from more to less.

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Jack of all Trades, Master of One


oh! sing to me bard
of that tale not so long ago
lived by he with the Midas touch.

the tale of he that had a plan
to always do the best he can.


he was like the philosopher's stone
turning lead into gaudy gold
and bad art into a sight to behold.

he that foretold the future
weather or not he was sure
or in his profession mature.

his eyes looked to the sky
and like a bird wanted to fly
so build a plane he did try

so those that had before failed
come to be the masses that hailed
him as his device was unveiled.

he that possesses the Midas touch
could leave many a fine mistress
yearning for the warmth of his caress.

but, if ever he must confess
then let it be known he left many in distress
on his quest to win the game of chess.

the Jack of all trades Master of one
was skilled in a great many disciplines
one of which could never be undone
as he was master of ending his home.




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The more things you care about, the less meaningful caring becomes.

Zat Rana

Woke up fine


I awoke,
With eyes still closed
And felt, what wasn't supposed.

Skin
So smooth
It began to sooth
My melancholy mood
Before i began to brood.

It felt
So good
To feel
Your body
Laying next to mine
Inciting my mind
Recall a time
We drank
Way too much wine
And i started to dine 
On thoughts of how one
Can be so fine.



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The Poets Prayer

It’s not about how hard you can hit; it’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward.

Rocky Balboa, Rocky

Our father
Who art in craft
Grand be thy power
To transcend time
In mind
As in canvas.

Grant us today
Our creative skill
And wash away the will
Of our writers block
So that we may make metaphors
That do not against us trespass.

Lead us into
The realms of imagination
So that to the masses
We may deliver inspiration.

For thine is the word
That personifies our verse
Forever and ever,
Amen.



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