American Dream

Losing it one memory at a time,
how can I keep track of my friends all over the world,
how did America become a shell of it’s former Self,
what happened to the my American Dream?

I mean,
I have everything,
every,
thing,

been to every continent still not at all content,
really though mostly because I don’t know the reason,
for my discontentment I’m in contempt when I try and defend Consciousness,

because most people don’t want to hear it,
myself usually included,
but this day is different an exception to the rule,
in a moment when nothing is excluded,

all inclusive with no illusion to allude to,
only positive punctual true proof,
that ever experience we gain,
is another memorie we lose,

and I suppose that’s the trade off sort of,
lost my money got my freedom feeling strung out like Adolf,
in this Waking Dream that's beginning to feel like a Ponzi Scheme,
was gonna blow the whistle on the whole thing until I got paid off,

hey Madoff,
I just got laid off,
or rather laid on,
a beautiful bed by a beautiful mare that's more like a Stallion,

and that’s the difference,
between the Exceptions to the Rule,
and the “normal human beings”,
I’m between and Exception and the Rules,

I’m losing things but Perfection costs a lot of jewels,
so I'm donating all my Championship rings and useful tools,

got,

to pay the Piper,
there’s a toll at the bridge,
and a troll under the bridge,
and I'm tough not a Billy Goat Gruff with,

Red,
Hot Chili Peppers,
with Kiedis in Budapest,
got The Good Life high as Ini the Hotstepper,

whatever,
nothing seems normal,
shouldn’t be so formal,
let the record play let the drums roll,

in times of gargoyles and turmoil,
having a drink at the bar and it's purple,
at Gresham Palace Bar & Lounge,
up high and getting down with a surplus,

outstanding,
with Anthony in Budapest,
at the Four Seasons Hotel,
on the River Danube,

the River Danube,
brings up memories,
of Lovers and Poems,
and all of the things that continue to make Me,

me and my memories,
I remember you and yours too,
when we walked across that bridge,
above the River Danube...

I can’t stand Truth,
He can be such a fickle creature when He’s free,
and I’m losing memories it’s true I just hope I’m not also losing you,
because She can be such a fickle creature when She’s free,

losing,
one round at at time,
gaining,
on ground that was never mine,

and I know you don’t know the answers,
“But excuse me could you at least tell me the time?”,

to this you turn from your Enamore,
“Well since you asked I’ll tell you it’s almost One Two.”,
in other words what you said,
was it’s almost 12 which makes this the 11th Hour of Youth,
and I know we’re losing all of our memories,
but the only thing I fear losing is you,

Because I’m,
I’m,
I’m,
losing it,

Losing it one memory at a time,
how can I keep track of my friends all over the world,
how did America become a shell of it’s former Self,
what happened to the my American Dream?

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

Tommy the cat
Tommy the cat
Nov 23, 2016

Living so trife,
Life after THE life,
The urge to go back,
Like the edge of a knife,
It cuts through my skin,
Hits my bones but I grin
Cause the pain that I feel,
Is LIFE, being lived REAL.

thoughts from an ex drug dealer/user
Finley in Despair
Finley in Despair
Sep 29, 2016

when I'm a wealthy man
I'll spoil you baby
every night we'll drink wine
I'll smoke my favourite cigar brand
we'll isten to to our favourite songs
upon our balcony that overlooks
the beautiful world in which we live
a party every Friday night
friends family and neighbours
will get down on our marble floor
and they will call us the king and queen
of revelry

#fun   #dreaming   #oneday   #revelry   #thelife  
Aaron LA Lux
Aaron LA Lux
Jun 18, 2016

Another Day in The Life


Another flight,
another day in the life,

don’t know why I still write,
don’t know what’s wrong and right,

don’t really know what’s going on anymore,
don’t trust any of our politicians,
well except for maybe Bernie,
none of our politicians seem trustworthy,
well none of them except for maybe Bernie,
the rest are just a bunch of criminals,
seriously,
Hillary,
she’s under an FBI investigation,
but she knows the DA so she’ll probably be okay,
the DA’s name is Lynch and she’s close with Hillary,
the DA’s name is Lynch how ironically appropriate,

then there’s Trump,
he’s under investigation too,
I suppose what do you expect,
from a country of criminals,

The good ‘ol US of A was built on the back of slaves,
slaughtered thousands of Native Americans,
and the one’s that survived got placed onto Reservations,
yes they’re really called Reservations,

not to be rude but I’m still on the move,
with everything to gain and nothing to prove,
even though I still don’t know the destination,

on another flight,
another day in the life,

don’t know why I still write,
don’t know what’s wrong and right…


∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

Thoughts on a plane...
#life   #america   #politics   #usa   #travel   #bernie   #trump   #thelife  
 
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