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 Nov 2016 zeph the deer boi
Julie
Smile for me, he said.
And I smiled.
He loved the lie...
Sometimes, I'd think to that moment,
after he left,
...and I'd love the lie too.
Sadly reminiscing between work.
 Nov 2016 zeph the deer boi
Sam
I miss writing,
Writing the happy poems,
the ones before my mind left me.

The ones about fantasy,
about the me I desired to become.

All those have left this brain of mine,
The reality forbids I cross this threshold.
I know the truth in all, crushing the dreams I once had.

I am no longer confused, just curious.
I know not what I should.

I have lost myself,
and can never be found.
*To this realm I am eternally bound.
 Nov 2016 zeph the deer boi
Sam
I thought,
I speak,
I shut down.

I wait,
I hope,
I shut down.

I feel,
I breathe,
I shut down.

Unstable am I,
Traveling these shallow halls.
I fall upon the shadows, creeping down beside.

Shadows have always been my peace,
my prosperity.
A place I could call happy and home.

How can one cast a shadow of the broken?
Is there a crack in the shadow?
If so, Mine is split in half.

Emotions and me, they don't mix.
The serpent is right, I tempt myself.
As worrysome as it is, It is out of my control

Anger is something I never struggled with,
until now.
Concentration breaks with fury and rage.

I thought something had changed,
Like the last times before.
But my mind stays put, and the shadows remain.

How? How is it that easy?
I honestly can't say.
It has always been hard for me,
It's always been that way.

Tell me dear, how I can be fixed.
Mended from the past, present and future.
Otherwise, I'm not sure there will be the third.

Why am I like this?
Where did this come from?
Who have I become?

I said before, and I say it again.
I've lost myself.


*please help me find my way back.
I probably should wait until I calm down before I wrote this
But too bad already done.
and not proof reading either so yay enjoy
I look into the mirror, not wanting to see.
Who I am, but what I could be.
A girl to the world, a boy at heart.
A girl from the womb, a boy from the start.

"Be proud of who you are"
That's what they say.
But how can I be proud,
When  my body causes me dismay?

"You'll never be a boy."
They shout at me.
"Then I'll never be happy."
I guess it's meant to be.

I come to my room,
my chest stained red.
I cut myself open,
just to see the dead ends.

For I still have a heart,
and I still have a soul.
But i'll never be a boy.
That's all I've been told.
Lights camera action,
who’s up next,
politician,
or dumbsh!t pundit?

Oh I see,
everybody’s an expert,
man these candidates have switched sides so many times,
watching them flip-flop this much makes my neck hurt!

Candidate’s wearing make-up,
if you ask me it’s all a cover-up,
blemishes on their records,
when’s enough actually enough,

on stages,
synthetic sages make up stories,
while the police keep stuffing us into cages,
and the politicians keep talking about reclaiming America’s lost glory.

America’s lost glory what glory,
the one about us bombing innocents or the one about slaves,
well if that’s the glory then it’s not lost,
because the US still bombs innocents and pays most people a slave wage.

It’s fckn depressing,
these pop-star presidents,
jockeying for position,
just for a chance at a White House residence.

On a stage,
it’s a sad charade,
all these bad actors,
pointing fingers trying to shift the blame,

laaaaaame!

All they do is talk different when in front of a mic,
but behind closed doors they all act the same,
different costumes different connotations maybe,
but really there’s no significant difference because there’s no significant change.

It’s an act a sham a show,
pop star presidents hip hop rock and roll,
Barack stars sing about change without any evidence,
if you ask me they’ve all gotta go,

and this election year is no better,
if anything it’s worse,
you’ve got Hillary Clinton AKA Barack Light,
and of course running is another Bush,
then there’s Donald Trump,
who’s legitimately probably the Anti-Christ,
he’s a racist sexist selfish sociopathic narcissist,
he doesn’t want to debate anything he just wants to fight.

But what about Bernie Sanders,
people ask, “Are you feeling the Bern?”,
I mean the guy’s a 74 year old career politician socialist,
he’s gonna try and take half of everything I earn.

Sure,
I’d vote for him I guess,
outta desperation only,
because maybe it’d take someone that extreme to get us outta this mess,
but honestly he’s a bumble bee,
poking at the hornet’s nest,
I’d bet if he becomes a real threat to the one Corporate Establishent want’s to elect,
that the speech where he accepts ends with one of his last breaths.

Yup.

America the beautiful,
when’d you become such a bully,
you used to be my best friend,
but now you act like you don’t even know me,
you’re blood lust is revolting,
why’s your answer to everything violence,
and how can you say you speak for the people,
when most of the people are so fed up they just shut up and stay silent,

and even if we do get out and vote,
these days our votes aren’t even counted what gives,
what you think it’s just a coincidence,
that almost every state Hilary won was accused of being rigged?

I feel sick.

This political pile of tricks politics seems like a pile of ****t,
and the media’s forcing it down our throat,
I mean really what are we supposed to do,
when those that feel outcasted can’t even get the system to count their cast votes.

So I take notes.

And I write.

I write,
all of this with typing hands and a shaking head,
because I want a leader I can truly trust and believe in,
instead of some actor that can’t be trusted no matter what they’ve said.

Red,
state,
blue,
state,
red,
fish,
blue,
fish,

I’m not a Jew,
I’m only half so I’m Jew-ish,
and I’m not trying to be rude,
or to sound too prudish,
it’s just,
the history of half my people,
is filled with those that want to ***** us,
so the bait and switch poli-tricks these politicians politic,
well they’re Grand Old Party is nothing new to us.

Who to trust,
who to trust,
we’re tired of feeling like Lewinsky,
giving oral to the Oval Office and getting nothing back but fckt.

Fck.

When is enough enough,
no is supposed to mean no,
but we get it no **** on the ****** tube,
***; Slave & Master we’re all Lady Liberty’s ******* so on with the show!

Lights camera action,
who’s up next,
politician,
or dumbsh!t pundit?

Oh I see,
everybody’s an expert,
man these candidates have switched sides so many times,
watching them flip-flop this much makes my neck hurt.

Candidate’s wearing make-up,
if you ask me it’s all a cover-up,
blemishes on their records,
when’s enough actually enough?

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

The Holy Trilogy Vol. 1; 11/11/16
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N3QR3E4
I am here
I smile
I wave
Yet nothing

He is here
He smiles
He waves
Yet something

I am here
I laugh
I dance
Yet nothing

She is here
She laughs
She dances
Yet everything

Am I nothing?
Is he something?
Is she everything?
Am I nothing?
Got the knife and vandalized some skin;
Though scared I was to begin;
Bled, and bled, the pristine red;
Slid down my hands like a sled;
Felt the pain and enjoyed it;
Still hesitating, I continued to slit.
Now the wound seemed to itch.
Make the wound; make a hitch.
Painful yet not painful enough for a stitch;
*At least now I know not only karma's a *****.
No one would believe
Little blue boy-
don't sleep for me, i
am not
your
princess
decked in rhinestones
that come in
red and
pink,

so kiss your fist and
say goodbye, my
heels just aren't that heavy...

save me in
another
life.
what the **** ever, man. i have the emotional health of a cheese grater.
Apply yourself better
You can make the grade
Put more focus on your studies
There is more knowledge for you to gain
Do not waste your time
And be a fool
Open those books
Edify yourself and be cool
The election is upping the antes
for a White House surrounded by shanties.
May we brace for a fall
when the winner takes all.
(Let the other side **** in their *******.)
♥☭✪⚢⚧⚩✿⚥⚤∅⚧
To hell with Globalism !
Hillary for prison 2016 !
Never Trump !
Long Live Rome.
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