I'm a poet in my prime
Spiffing up my rhymes
I'm a legend can't you see
Only my words feel they spew to you and me
I'm a master at this connection!!!
My wonderful phrases
Creep into your heart
They pierce through like a dart
Shattering, mattering, caving a meaning
Keepin ya dreaming... beliving, comforting the soul!
Theese word like a bowl -- fill you up: with love, desire, the power to ignite!
I can only imagine what the rhymes in a singy-songy fashion
With fervor, power, and a burst of flaming passion turn up on paper
How they are presented by the maker
The writer, poet, artist of words - flowing, stringing tieing in the clarity with blurs
Creating a canvas that paints a moment through the feeling of words cascading by feeling, not structure
That sounds absurd, but these moments are momentous, in a passion of flury strung up in a phrase that summons the whole day
And the day has gone by, so has the year -- but I must keep rapping through poetry lyrics
I might not be as quick, fast, slick, or hip as some
With funky names, large persona, or partrying till we see the sun
I am a rapper of the moment in its purest sense -- of human nature and its surroundings through my philosophy, wisdom, passion, and emotions
I hope this year 2017, will acommadate this year's fast run
Beat Hit Me Like A Punch In My Face
Beat Broke Like My Heart in 00'
Words Lingered On Around My Heart Like A Leech Sucking My Blood
Made Me Feel Like I was Real
Made Me Feel Like I was Powerful
Made Me Feel Like I was meant to be here
4 Your Eyez Only
Got another flight to catch again,
I don’t want to go,
not ready to touch down,
not ready at all,
a cracka with an attitude,
apple sauce from Adam,
Deviled eggs eaten outta the Hand of God,
and Angel food cake served by Satan,
cake cake cake debate is hardly worth a retort,
the frosting is awesome I’ll even take it on the tort,
or tart Peter Park no Spiderman,
bitten by a scorpion on my right hand,
and these aren’t just rhymes,
they’re Reality Rap,
and if you like this,
well you’re gonna love that,
no Ratpack just some facts that,
wrap their words around tangible things that seem abstract.
It’s all math,
it adds up if you can add,
exactly to the 1’s with the 0’s,
like the Matrix I don’t wait take the best first,
I’m paranoid of all my hero’s,
while these villainous nerd birds peck at my net worth,
these villains are tools for the Machine that’s cursed,
these are all facts real rhymes freestyled never rehearsed,
they’re actual reality translated into the written word rhythmically,
I’m hearing voices in my head and their songs are sung so beautifully,
I love all of those ghost with moments of present nostalgia,
this is poetry we are poetry I couldn’t’ve done it with out ya,
I love you I love you,
I know you’ve heard it before,
no love is too much,
once that love is no more,
got another flight to catch,
and I’d really love to stay and explore,
all of our everything’s together for sure,
but away in this world on another world tour,
and on that note I gotta go,
got another flight to catch again,
I don’t want to go,
not ready to touch down,
not ready at all…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
The H Trilogy
I just published a new book.
If you could take a moment to check it out,
and even write a review it'd be most appreciated.
All profits go to a charity that prevents sexual assault against children.
So not only are you getting an epic book of poetry,
but you're also supporting a good cause.
Thank you SO much!
Here’s the link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01I4621OE
Born of the streets
he was 'The Rose That Grew
Built for war but chic
a Black Panther jumpin' out the
womb with his fist in the air
already knowin' defeat.
Delivered in the labor room of jail
bred to rebel
hard core with the mind of a
scholar postin' bail.
A complete baller
always down for the cause
a General, the pinnacle of a shot
Could knuckle up with the best and
when tested became a brawler.
Early in life his heart died
an introvert and in spurts
Life really is do or die
even for you and I
the Jordan of rap his image
forever as big as the sky.
His legacy in place well before he
took his last breath
an orator of equality and change,
the epitome, even in death.
Wrote about hot slugs and slangin' drugs
angrily spittin' about the man with
passion, his fierceness gave hugs
of hope, he supplied the junkie
with what he wanted, illicit dope.
Hate was within the scope how do
Listen to him spit before you push
the chair from under the rope.
A slippery slope, he felt the world's pain
a time bomb he made sure his life
in death wouldn't be in vain.
Every rapper alive to this day pays
he's the greatest to ever do it,
Show me one who won’t acknowledge.
The crisp, nippy air and tired, grey clouds embrace me and I don't want them to let go.
A cotton sweatshirt, denim jeans, and skate shoes can only keep me so warm and safe. Then I'm vulnerable. I become transparent. It's so liberating to be honest, but it feels even better to share this. And that is something I usually don't.
But if it's with her, what do I really need anyway? Confidence, approval, guidance, renewal? Chance said 'there ain't nothin' better than fallin' in love,' so now it makes total sense why it's my favorite drug.