Aaron LA Lux Apr 14

Uh oh,
Reality Check,
this is Reality,
this is your life,

this is,
a One Way Ticket to ride,
and like it or not ignore it or not you’re going forward,
and you can’t get off until you die,

He’s got a ticket to ride,
She’s Got A Ticket to ride,
no Beatles no Oko Ono no just some smoked out cockroaches,
and some Killer Bee Gees that’re barely Staying Alive,

which might sound a bit off topic kinda like Travis Scott is,
but it’s not at all see don’t you remember we’re talking about your life,

don’t you remember,
or is your conscious caught up in what memory loss is,
did you forget,
why we’re here and why we put up with all this nonsenseness,

and if I’m going to be what honest is,
then I’d have to say in reference to nonsenseness,
that nonsenseness isn’t even “officially” a word,
or so says Webster’s Dictionary but Webster’s is not what the definition of progress is,

see how I flipped that?

Dictionary,
definition,
at the Library,
it’s time to check in,

Uh oh,
Reality Check,
this is Reality,
this is your life,

here you or,
or rather there you are,
“Look you’re eating some food!”,
“Look you’re driving a car!”,

wow,
all the powers the you’ve been invested with,
and what do you do,
other than the exact same cliche’s that’re in all of this,

wait,
pause a bit,
I must admit,
I’m a total hypocrite,

like Hippocrates,
or actually more like Hippy-ocrates,
because I’m too lazy to even philosophize most of the time,
I’d rather smoke cockroaches while staying alive with the Bee Gees,

but since we’re on the subject of the Greeks,
let me play the Devil’s Advocate,
do you think that all those famous philosophers,
would have become as famous if they weren’t all already rich?

Sh!t,
probably not,
see I guess you only get labelled a criminal,
if you get caught,

Sh!t,
maybe,
we are all controlled by powers that are subliminal,
and constantly influence our actions and thoughts,

I’m lost,
at least you probably think I am,
because from the subject I’m way off,
and it sounds like I’m writing without a plan,

but damn,
I’m so totally on point I swear,
see this all relates to your life,
and you’ll see that if you care,

and if you don’t,
then oh well,
I guess not everyone in Life gets it right,
I guess not everyone plays the Game of Life well,

well,
well well well,
let me bring it back around then,
so that I can at least sound somewhat professional,

I mean,
it’s bad enough I’m already making up words,
but that’s not my fault,
see there are more actions then there are verbs,

and to this Life,
there is only one cure,
and that cure is Death,
now we’re back to where we were,

back on subject like a substitute teacher who actually cares,
back on that ride of your life with nowhere to hide from their stares,
back on the clock back on the grind back on the mind I have in here,
as we chase the clock because we know that Time goes we just don’t know to where,

where…

We were where?

Oh yeah,

we were here.

Here on this ride,
with some family some friends and some strangers,
and yeah this feels dangerous,
but you’re not having the time of your life unless you have some danger,

danger danger,
ranger ranger,
everything’s rearranged kinda strange,
and I want to get outta here but all I get is stranger…

Uh oh,
Reality Check,
this is Reality,
this is your life,

this is,
a One Way Ticket to ride,
and like it or not ignore it or not you’re going forward,
and you can’t get off until you die,

He’s got a ticket to ride,
She’s Got A Ticket to ride,
no Beatles though just some smoked out cockroaches,
and some Killer Bee Gees that’re Staying Alive,

which might sound a bit off topic kinda like Travis Scott is,
but it’s not at all see don’t you remember we’re talking about your life…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

THHT2 : 5/5/17

Aaron LA Lux Apr 6

I don’t have time,
always in a rush,
I speak up I don’t sit down,
I speak loud but nobody says “Hush.”,

instead of “Quiet down”,
they say “Don’t give up.”,

uggh,

this Word Play is insane,
the Gift of Gab is real,
‘Make You Feel That Way’,
2002 Blazing Arrow,

that’s another reference,
quadruple entendre references,
people say “Your really talented.”,
but I usually don’t take those comments as compliments,

I don’t write this stuff anyways,
my Ghost Writer is a Higher Power,
correction,
my Ghost Writer is Higher Power,
correction,
I am a Higher Power,
correction,
I am Higher Power,

let that,
marinate for a minute,
in the,
Melting Pot of America,
see with,
the Truth there’s no need for gimmicks,
when it’s,
entertaining enough just to live it,
we live it,
in a rush I don’t sit down I speak up,
can’t stay sitting’,
I speak loud but nobody says “Hush.”...

Aaron LA Lux Apr 2

Words Heavy (Kiss Bukowski)

Drinking White Russians with Black Kenyans,
not joking you I was just in Ethiopia,
this it not a Haiku or a Love Poem,
this is gifted insanity like Jim Morrison,

no jealousy I’m already Seamus Heaney,
isn’t it ironic how we can be both depressed and happy,
like a ghost that won’t leave earth,
or a Self that’s over the hill but still tries to write sexy,

oh that’s touching,
like John Updike meeting E.E. Cummings,
not gay no way,
but I’d still kiss Charles Bukowski,

no bukkaki though,
because I’m a Simple Man and rather than,
bukkaki I’d probably like to make Love One on One,
I guess I’m New School and Old Fashion,

flirting with Death like I’ve already got my chips cashed in,
Life a Trip and can be a B!tch it depends on how you’re acting,
as an overwhelming sense of anxiety creeps into me,
like being Maya Angelou performing a show for the Klan,

a Civil Rights Superhero,
that makes Her point without any lustful thoughts of revenge,
presence light as a snowflake,
words heavy as the weight of the world on her back as it bends,

words heavy as the weight of the world on my will as it bends,

all the white watching my own show from the front row,
drinking White Russians with Black Kenyans,

joking I’m not joking,
I was just in Ethiopia,
this it not a Haiku or a Love Poem,
this is gifted insanity like Jim Morrison…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

Aaron LA Lux Apr 1

Up Into Blackness

Let me fall up into your Blackness,
allow me this liberation,
no need to remind me of outside distractions,
let us trust us,

see Time will not be reasoned with,
and Death is holding us ransom,
so set sail with me into uncharted oceans,
let’s take this moment while we have it,

I’ll let you fall up into my Blackness,
allowing you this liberation,
no need to remind you of outside distractions,
let us trust us,

see Time will not be reasoned with,
and Death is holding us ransom,
so set sail with me into uncharted oceans,
let’s take this moment while we have it…

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

Aaron LA Lux Mar 27

Mad Man

A made man,
a mad man,
but no I’m not mad and,
I’m dreaming of scheming up a brand new grand plan,
as in,
a glad plan,
to be happy and not mad when,
people act bad as I suppose sometimes just happens,

and that’s when,
words find their way into your heart,
hatred hits the light and dissolves,
and we see the matrix coming apart,

this is the definition of The Beautiful Art that we are,
hope there’s enough diamonds in this dirt,
to make the dirt worth this much work,
the effort is worth it when we’re on the Ark.

We are the Art…

We are all art,
this is all art,
blow me a kiss,
don’t waft me a fart,

oh sorry not sorry,
was that a bit retart,
or rather retarted,
did we have a rough start,
should we just restart it,

because I’m late,
a bit tardy but not hardly sorry,
because it’s better to be a day late,
than a dollar short and that word to Charlie,

hardy,
but not sorry,
see we don’t care,
not even hardly,

we don’t care,
as we buzz by like shooting stars,
let them stare,
young starlet’s go numb from the fun on the heart,

I know where you’re at and can tell where you’re from,
just from the scars that you wear,
no time for small talk let’s take a tall glass and a long walk,
see the road is long but if we stay strong and get along we’ll get there,

don’t be scared of offensive truths if we have to we’ll take it there,

see there be no PC for my Bee Gees,
we’re Staying Alive staying live just to survive,
How deep is your love love,
tell me will I hit bottom if I jump in from a swan dive?

It’s Saturday Night,
and I’ve got a fever of Celsius 69,
been spending Too Much Time in Heaven,
It’s hot up here on Cloud Nine that close to the Sunshine,

see I’m,
making references to musical preferences,
Bee Gees Staying Alive,
How Deep Is Your Love Saturday Night,

but I’m probably just sounding like a mad man,
because you’re probably to young to get it they miss the reference,
so I sound like someone who believes they’re right even when they’re wrong,
but are just are too stubborn to admit it as a confession,

every mistake can be a lesson,
listen I’ll tell you what the difference is,
if you learn from a mistake,
you turn what a mistake was into what a lesson is,

you don’t learn from a mistake,
but you learn from a lesson,
see honestly it obviously seems,
that that’s the only significant difference,

tell me what the difference is,
between genius and insanity,
honestly it’s only a few million,
self made man so what can they tell me?

A made man,
a mad man,
but no I’m not mad and,
I’m dreaming of scheming up a brand new grand plan,
as in,
a glad plan,
to be happy and not mad when,
people act bad as I suppose sometimes just happens,

and that’s when,
words find their way into your heart,
hatred hits the light and dissolves,
and we see the matrix coming apart,

this is the definition of The Beautiful Art that we are,
hope there’s enough diamonds in this dirt,
to make the dirt worth this much work,
the effort is worth it when we’re on the Ark.

We are the Art…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

Aaron LA Lux Mar 20

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 ∆

Aaron LA Lux Mar 18

Ride of Our Lives

Old Habits die heard,
Good Morals live long,
if it’s written it’s poem,
if it’s sang it’s song,

hold strong,
at the same time be ready to let go,
can’t escape our own cliches,
no matter how far we go,

see how the rhythm that’s written is muse,
well imagine the passion of being trapped in something as strong as you,

hold strong,
at the same time be ready to let go,
can’t escape our own cliches,
no matter how far we go,

and we go,
from the ends of the Earth,
to the beginning of a New World,

escuse me,
no excuses you see regret is useless,
you been gay,
I mean gay happy not gay like cabooses,

toodle loo kid,
I’m off,

outta here without delay no hinderances in my way,

space,
the final frontier,

not,
likely rightly or wrongly honestly we both must admit that we’re weird,

see the way I see it,
Old Habits die hard,
and I’m from Hollywood baby,
so everything’s a reference even Die Hard,

no Bruce,
know his daughter Rue though,
I mean I know Bruce,
and I know his daughter too though,

and they’re both real cool so kudos,

life in the Fast Lane most are toast because they move too slow

see these genius genes,
are not the type that just any one can wear,
custom fitted carefully knitted no lease on this fleece,
I own it indeed like I do when I’m out and I see the humans stare,

where,
were we,

don’t want to get too off track I’ve got a habit for that,
and Old Habits die heard so I just got to the pool to relax,

how do you calm a heart that beats at the tempo of our times,
in sync won’t sink in stormy seas we ride as we ebb and flow with the tides,

and honestly Good Morals live long and Bad Habits die hard,

but either way we ride through the Times because this is the Ride of Our Lives…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

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