Got an email from my girlfriend,
from where she was in France,
about how she’s been in Europe for a month now,
and about how fast the time had passed,

and I wanted to reply back,
that that’s exactly how life is,
one moment you’re in it,
the next minute it’s passing,

one moment you’re young,
and the next minute you’re old,
see it always seems like time passed to fast,
when it comes time to go,

but instead,
I decided there was no reason to,
she’ll find out soon enough,
but for now she’s young and should be having fun,

out having the time of her life,
doing whatever it is she wants to do,
so instead of telling her what I really felt,
I simply said, “See you soon.”…

∆ LaLux ∆
Colombia
2018

Can I tell you a secret,
I think you’re the most beautiful,
when you wake up with no makeup,
in my arms where you are held,

and you’re stretching and yawning,
and I’m purring an pawing,
and it seems,
that any moment without you,
is just time in between,
and I know this is hard to explain,
but do you know what I mean?

I mean,
you know what I mean.

I’ll make the work worth it,
come join this One Man Cult,
we can all dance in the sunset,
it’s our choice but not our fault,

nope not at all.

No denial without admittance,
not the government don’t keep secrets,
no espionage at all,
I’m an open book you can read it,

hey you,
can I tell you a secret?

It’s our choice,
but not our fault,
we can all dance in the sunset,
come join this One Man Cult,

thought that we were one,
until I realized we’re all things,

can I tell you a secret,
I think you’re the most beautiful,
when you wake up with no makeup,
in my arms where you are held,

and you’re stretching and yawning,
and I’m purring an pawing,
and it seems,
that any moment without you,
is just time in between,
and I know this is hard to explain,
but do you know what I mean?

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

Venice, California; 2018

...Of course I’ve been flying around the infinite sky,
what else is a star supposed to do,
and yes I am a loner but I extend and invite why,
because even though I’m a loner I know you’re a loner too,

this is far from a sober orchestra,
there is no reality to base any of this off,
no precedent has been set in this experience,
called life remind me we are alive,

“Let me hear your soundtrack.”,
I say to her,
“You are inspiration.”,
nothing is certain no one is pure,
and we found each other lost in this madness,
and I love the sound of your orchestra for sure...

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Well,
here we are again,
you’d think we’d have it figured out already,
especially after so many lifetimes,

why would anyone in their right mind,
put themselves through this life after life time after time,
we both want the same thing eventually that’s for sure,
we just can’t agree on the timeline,

and honestly I’m ready now,
so please don’t make me wait another lifetime,

so we separate once again and go on our way,
always running away,
and never finding the time to make a home,
just finding different places to stay,

stay,
Love,
please,
Love,

we’ve waited too long,
and I’m ready now,
I know I ******* up but you ******* up too,
well to build a house it takes a few screws,

so come back,
build this house with me,
let’s pour the foundation,
and leave our past buried in that concrete,

and yeah it’ll be hard work,
but anything that’s worth it always is,
and I’m tired of finding reasons to die,
I want to find some reasons to live,

live with me,
I mean really,
live with me,
in this reality,

and I want to explain this all to you,
but you’d probably think it’s a bit too heavy,

plus you’ve got your own baggage,
so why would you want mine,
I mean we both travel so much,
that we know there’s a 2 bag limit on most airlines,

but I don’t mind,
I’ll let you lay your luggage upon me,
I’m stronger now a can take the wait,
tell me all your troubles above ground under palm trees,

on our own island,
safely harbored from that sea of troubles,
we’ve been blown off and popped to many times,
but we don’t need them anymore we have our own bubble,

and I love it in here,
in this world we created,
but just when I start to feel safe,
and think that we’ve finally made it,

we both go ahead and break it,

all those lines we wrote down as vows get forgotten,
and the same pencil we used to write that page we use to erase it,

and you ran away like you always have,
because you’d rather turn your back on your reflection than face it,

and that’s okay I guess,
if you’re gonna go you’re gonna go no matter what I’m saying,

and if you love them,
set them free,
so I let you go without saying a word,
and watched you walk away again for another eternity,

and now I’m left alone again,
and everything reminds me of you,
the beach the sun my breathe,
even the classes I take in Jiu Jitsu,

can’t sleep,
because when I lay in bed you’re not there,
and that gives me that pain in my stomach,
and that desperate feeling of despair,

can’t eat,
because all food reminds me of our meals together,
can’t go out,
because even when the sky is clear it feels like stormy weather,

and I know this sounds corny but whatever,
this is our Love Story and no one is going to write it for us,
and we’ve been apart for too long,
and we deserve to explore us,

and I’m ready,
finally after all these years,
but as soon as I think I’m ready,
instead of standing strong I break down into tears,

and I don’t want you to see me cry,
because it’s embarrassing,
I’m a man men don’t cry,
and I want to speak up but I say nothing,

I’m all out of words,
and can barely breathe,
feels like my soul is being crushed,
so how do you expect me to speak,

it’s a challenge just to breathe,
can’t sleep nor do I want to wake up,
just want to find a way somehow,
to get back through to you so hopefully we can make up,

but it’s not up to me,
it’s up to you,
I just hope,
you realize soon,

before it’s too late,
and we’re both gone for good,
back into the world from which we came,
back above the clouds but still misunderstood,

can’t return to Heaven,
until we earn back our wings,
and we’re not going to find our reception,
until we learn a few more things,

and we’re not going to learn,
until we grow up and face each other,
not only as friends and soul mates,
but also as fellow beings and eternal lovers,

there’s work to do,
and I’m ready if you’re willing,
and there’s no time to lose,
because time is constantly ticking,

can’t get back a single moment once it’s gone,
and the moment is now so let’s not hesitate,
because we are timeless anyways,
so we are never late,

we measure time by lifetimes,
and I’ve waited a few to see you again,
and just when I finally think we’ve finally made it,
you go ahead get up and just run away again,


well,
here we are again,
you’d think we’d have it figured out already,
especially after so many lifetimes,

why would anyone in their right mind,
put themselves through this life after life time after time,
we both want the same thing eventually that’s for sure,
we just can’t agree on the timeline,

and honestly I’m ready now,
so please don’t make me wait another lifetime…

∆ LaLux ∆

It took,
one of the most beautiful sunsets,
I’ve ever seen in my life,
to get me to write again,

I’ve been taking a sabbatical from personal periodicals,
not that it was premeditated,
it was or rather is,
that I hadn’t felt motivated,

still don’t really feel inspired,
even after such a beautiful sunset,
which I watched from seat 1A,
in the front row of an aircraft,

another First Class flight,
this one shorter than most,
SFO to LAX,
been around the world but still I rep Westcoast,

the girl next to me missed the whole thing,
she was and is still fast asleep,
but the guy across from me saw it,
probably the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen,

see he’s a Navy Seal,
so I guess I don’t really know,
the Lord and He,
are the only ones that know what he’s seen,

at any rate the sunset was beautiful,
like I said one of the most beautiful I’ve ever seen,
missed the first half because my view was blocked,
by a gay couple and their cell phone screens,

jeez,

can’t we ever just have a moment with Beauty,
without having to feel like we have to capture it,
why is it the first thing most people think when they see something beautifull,
is “Oh yeah I should take a picture of this!”,

and then their interest usually only last,
as long as it takes to take that photo,
then they go back to doing whatever they were doing,
before they were interrupted with something so beautiful,

but I’ll take a Beautiful Interruption before a Mundane Day any day,
I’ve always been one for the inspiration that comes with impromptu moments,
I’ve learned to Love unconditionally Beauty in the instantaneous moments Beauty exists,
I’ve learned to be able to appreciate something without having to have the urge to own it,

lost a lat of Love before I learned that lesson,
but better late than never,
so now I write these memoirs,
to help us all act better,

because there’s always room to improve,
and that’s whey I stretch out in my yoga practice,
take moments to meditate and put it all in perspective,
because that’s the only way to stay balanced in a world off it’s axis,

see the US government shutdown today,
January 20th 2018,
and here I am on plane flying 1st class,
from San Francisco to Los Angeles,

and even though,
it’s only an hour long flight,
it was day when we took off,
and now we’re about to land and it’s night,

amazing how much can change in an hour,
sometimes an hour can change a whole life,
and I’m reminded of all of this on this airplane,
as I gaze amazed at an amazing site,

that of one of,
the most beautiful sunsets I’ve ever seen in my life,

it took,
one of the most beautiful sunsets,
I’ve ever seen in my life,
to get me to write again,

I’ve been taking a sabbatical from personal periodicals,
not that it was premeditated,
it was or rather is,
that I hadn’t felt motivated,

still don’t really feel inspired,
even after such a beautiful sunset,
which I watched from seat 1A,
in the front row of an aircraft,

another First Class flight,
this one shorter than most,
SFO to LAX,
been around the world but still I rep Westcoast…

∆ LaLux ∆

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Know thyself,
know your worth,
for if you don’t know yourself nor your worth,
then really your art work will hardly be worth the hard work,

but know yourself & know your work,
& every work of art will be worth it even if it isn’t perfect,
sure it's tough being of service in this whirlwind world circus of serpents,
but you will prevail if you steady your sails & navigate with your compass,

through the currents with a purpose enlightened & in service,

there are still good men amongst us,
though only a few it's true,
but their virtues are righteous enough to help us all pull through,
which compels me to ask if one of those righteous men might be you,

see nothing lasts forever,
but together we can build a few statues,
we can create a few solid things in this unstable world of chaos,
because it's not a coincidence that water freezes at the degree of 32˚,

because it's symbolic of solidifying something that's not solid,
so let me ask you again is one of those righteous men you?

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆

from The Holy Trilogy Vol.2: Manadalas
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Keep Your Head Up,
I Still Love You,
Always Have,
Always Will.

∆

I wanted to say something with some significance urgently,
but like usual, I just bit my tongue & swallowed my words,
washing my words down unwillingly with plural rounds,
of complimentary shots from the open bar,

she didn’t even notice, because, as usual she was,
stuck on her phone, serving it more than it served her,

I wanted to remind her urgently, that I was there,
that she was there as well, that we were there,
I wanted to remind her urgently, to remember the memories,
before they were permanently gone, & forgotten forever,

lost in the sands of time, stuffed in the depths of our minds,
gone like skeletons in closets, faded like colors in sunsets, washed away like sand castles by the sea,
she was only ever there during ***,

only then would our souls connect & our eyes meet,
only then would she be present, without interference,
& our *** was the best, no debate, carnal yet caring,
physical yet spiritual, gentle yet rough, selfless yet selfish,

still as good as the *** was, I wanted more,
I wanted more of her, I wanted more of her there with me,

for I felt that all too familiar feeling of impermanence,
that this too would pass, as everything does,
that we too wouldn’t last & that time was our nemesis,
this gave me anxiety & anguish, so bad I wanted to speak up,
but I just clammed up, I bit my tongue, swallowed my words,
& swept all these underlying emotions under the rug,

see we were doing good, good enough to not make a scene,
or at least it seemed, & I didn’t wish to mess things up for us,

didn’t wish to arouse her inner child,
for that child was fierce, that child was a terror,
that child could be sweet but also bitter,
that child was sometimes a dream, but mostly a nightmare,

life is, sometimes a dream, but, mostly a nightmare,
so I didn’t make current waves, I just rode surfer waves,
as we rode in Uber cars, driven by newer slaves,
wanted nothing more for us than a way to escape,

wanted nothing more from her, nothing except her time,
how silly am I, to want the only thing that money can’t buy,

I wanted to say something with some significance urgently,
but like usual, I just bit my tongue & swallowed my words,
washing my words down unwillingly with plural rounds,
of complimentary shots from the open bar,

after a decent amount of time, maybe a few months,
I finally spoke, words which to this day I still regret,
words that would set in motion our end,
even though I didn’t know it yet,

I said,

“You love that phone more than you love me, so I’m leaving!”,
this sentence, like all the most hurtful sentences are,
was made up of a combination of truth, anger, & passion,
was made out of a sense of desperation, hatred, & love,

& I don’t know if you can actually witness a heartbreak,
but if you can, if you can witness & actually recognize it,
then I saw her heart break in that moment,
& it signified the beginning of our end catalyzing,

her heart broke for all the reasons a heart breaks,
she felt betrayed, attacked, misunderstood, & neglected,
she felt she had given me her everything & that I rejected it,
that I’d disrespected it & worst of all felt I didn’t detect it,

there were no tears, there was no explanations,
no reaction, no pleading, no reasoning,
there were only misinterpreted intentions for no reason,
& an escalation of arguments used as excuses for our abuses,

the truth is, I loved her,
more than any girl before, or any girl after,

but you know what they say,
you never really miss what you have until it’s gone,
you never really miss who you have until they’re gone,
you never get a chance to say goodbye once they’re gone,

“c’est la vie” life goes on, even when account’s overdrawn,
morally bankrupt, we broke up, as most couples eventually do,
going our separate ways with severed ties & broken hearts,
each of us holding separate parts of each other’s lies & truth.

We went cold turkey, no calls, no emails, no text.

We didn’t speak for months, still I thought about her every day.

It’s strange how close someone can feel,
even when they are so far away,
it’s strange how far someone can feel,
even when they are right there with you,
sometimes I feel closer to someone, when they are not there,
if you love someone let them go,
the heart only grows fonder with time,
& if they return some day you know that they’re there to stay.

One day, I don’t remember the exact day, I called her,
craving to hear her soft tones in my ears once more,
to my surprise she answered, “Who’s this?”
“It’s me.”, I replied to remind her,
there was a long pause,
“Oh, my Love, it’s been months!” she exclaimed excitedly,
months in this city can feel like years,
“So good to hear from you Babe, can I text you later?”,
the sentence didn’t make sense,
I didn’t desire another text conversation,
I desired to hear her voice, to see her face,
still, it had been months,
& I didn’t want to scare her off with overt emotions,
it’s a strange time when people are scared of love letters,
I wanted to tell her,
that time is passing faster than any of us realize,
that life is too short,
to not spend every living moment with someone you love,
that we should be celebrated as miracles,
not neglected as mistakes to be ignored,
I wanted to say something so bad, but like usual,
I just bit my tongue & swallowed my words,
reminding me of all those nights we’d spent at the bar,
so in order not to startle her I only said “Ok.”,
she said, “Thanks!”, & we both hung up our phones,
thinking she wouldn’t text back, & I’d again be left alone,

to my surprise, she called me that same night,
& confessed she loved my madly,
& that us being together in this world of wrong,
seemed like the only thing that felt right anymore,

so we made a plan, to have dinner the next day,
& every moment in anticipation, felt like forever to wait,

we were to meet at this little bistro on Sunset,
I arrived a bit early just in case & shot her a text,
she texted me back instantly saying she was on her way,
felt as eager sitting there as a high school kid on his first date,

to my shock & surprise she stood me up, at first I was upset,
until I learned that in her defense it wasn’t her fault,
see she’d died in a car crash on Crescent Heights & Sunset,
cause of death a text she was sending me before she crashed,

in that last moment, she’d sent me a text that was never sent, & I later found out when I read it that this is what it said,

“Baby I love you, sorry I’m late, I’m on my way, see you soon.”.

& we’re still waiting,  
but now the tables have turned,
now she’s waiting for me to get off my phone,
& come back home.

So I send this message to her in Heaven in hopes it’s received,
“Baby I love you, sorry I’m late, I’m on my way, see you soon.”..

∆ LaLux ∆

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Tomorrow is literally always a day away,
call her Laura Tomorrow make no mistake,
because as she arrives she starts to fade,
she’s thee greatest love that you’ve ever made,

and I swear to God,
I don’t mean that to sound too cliche,
‘cause her Style is so Wild,
that I don’t know how to behave,

not a master,
nor a slave,
of anyone,
other than my one fate,

intoxicated faded,
sedated medicated,
it’s amazing all the difference,
a single day did,

I thought that I’d made it,
until I found my self in an Alone Silence,
see the bigger the house the more lonely it feels,
the more window panes the more hanging curtains,

the taller the walls the smaller I feel,
dark alone not even sure what the point is,
a self created health related paranoia,
feeling mixed up was a schitzo that’s double jointed,

designed my defenses so well,
that I can’t even escape it,
built walls so tall and disguises so well,
that I can’t even recognize myself when I’m naked,

take it,
or don’t,
what’s the worth of being a genius,
if all it makes is a poem,

I’m thrown,
off the throne,
dizzy,
naked and alone,

well not alone,
but also not at home,
I try the phone but there’s no dial-tone,
then the next moment I am frozen,

can’t move,
forget the breath,
remember only the memory of a memory,
forget the rest,

no place to rest,
no rest assured,
no rest stops on the road of life,
no lines only blurs,

what has occurred,
and what was the worth,
were you given the cure,
or were you made worse,
is it better to be late,
or is it better to be first,
is it better to be paid,
or is it better to be hurt,
is it better to be said,
or written in a verse,

written in a verse,
this is the love and yeah love hurts,
we take a risk,
every time we love first,

and she’s like a dream,
dream,
dream,
dream,

dreaming of a better day,
leaving all my yesterdays,
ironic how the Brightest Lights,
can be the first to fade…

Tomorrow,
is literally always a day away,
call her Laura Tomorrow,
make no mistake,
because as she arrives,
she starts to fade,
she’s thee greatest love,
that you’ve ever made,

tomorrow,
is literally always a day away,
call her Laura Tomorrow,
make no mistake…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

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Jacqueline,

your bottomless black eyes draw me in,
as I draw these lines with black pen,
which form emotionally immaculate translations,
that describe th way those bottomless black eyes draw me in,

Jacqueline,

I’m unraveling as I’m travelin’,
into the infinite of your obsidian eyes,
and I’m writing frantically to try and describe,
everything you are that makes me feel alive,

I,

a legendary writer,
who’s legend has just begun,
attempting to describe,
the indescribable I know it’s difficult but it can be done,

I am spun,
out in the your orbit or rather the orbit of your bottomless black eyes,
and that’s okay,
because we are far from the prying public’s eye,

and of course the course of the public can be an ugly subject,
because there is no passably pretty way to dress up hideous lies,

but we find refuge in these words which find refuge in those eyes,
here we have our own world one not subject to the public and their lies,
we’re in private and I’m dying and at the same time feeling thoroughly alive,
dancing the tantric dance of the divine the white hot light and those black cold eyes,

those black eyes,
draw me in,
Jacqueline,
it is only to such a beautiful muse such as you that I write,

lines upon lines,
I describe everything you are that makes me feel alive as one,
and at the same time this poem pushes ahead to completion,
all of our pre-existing inhibitions begin to become undone,

like bra straps and boot straps,
take your shoes of at the door,
let it all go we are each other’s inspiration,
when we are together we want for nothing more,

we are alone here,
we are together here,
we are allowed to be us here,
here fear is not a four letter word,

we are whatever we want to be now,
we have found ourselves lost,
me in your bottomless black eyes,
and you in all of these hopefully worthy words,

I’ve heard,
that there’s no time like the present,
so let us be here now without resentment,
if you’ll be my moon I’ll be your crescent,

we are all blessings both learning and lessons,

let your hair down,
open your eyes up,
I am inspired again,
Jacqueline Jacqueline,
in,
to,
those bottomless black eyes I begin to spin,

drifting off to never land,
never wanting to come back to their reality again,
so please if I may ask as a friend,
one last kiss before forever begins,

one last look at unfiltered inspiration,
I’m a chosen one that chose you as my muse for some reason,
unbeknownst to none everyone understands the attraction of a beautiful woman,
so please before I go and forever begins be a friend and grant me one last moment,

open your eyes again,

allow me to get lost in your pupils,
I’m your pupil I’m your student I’m your lesson,
so one last time before forever begins,
please open your eyes so I can get lost and find inspiration again,

as we begin to drift off into never land and forever begins to begin…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

Sleeping without a blanket,
but that’s okay it’s the tropics,
I gave my blanket or rather sheet,
away to the girl that’s sleeping on the futon across the room from me.

She’s not my lover,
at least not in the contemporary sense,
as in we don’t sleep together or have ***,
but I guess as lovers can make love without having ***.

See I’ve got a girlfriend,
and I’m trying to be loyal,
for the first time in my promiscuous life,
I’m trying to be a legitimate boyfriend.

I didn't plan on sleeping with this girl,
I only wanted to explore each other's Beautiful,
neither one of us thought too much,
we just loved the touch of each other in the moment...

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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?

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

****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 ****,
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

∆

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 *** 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.”...

****...

Cupid can be so ruthless...

∆

----

**No,

I don’t want to go out,
not trying to be negative,
nor am I trying to hang out,
with people who are negative,

which is why I don’t want to go out,

no,

no way,
you’re not getting me out today,
don’t care what you do,
or what you say,

I’m perfectly fine here,
with my nostalgia and insecurities,
and I’m paranoid enough already,
so please I don’t need any one or thing else to worry me,

I’m fine in my own mind,
in my own home in my own room,
where I spin these stories,
which makes this room more of a cocoon,

but if this room is a cocoon,
then does that make me a butterfly,
or better yet a catepillar,
my mind’s drifting again whatever never mind,

just forget it,
it’s easier to just not care,
no need to pretend you want to attend to my wounded heart,
believe me you don’t want to mess with the mess that’s in here,

I’m a troubled soul,
we both are,
so what good would two troubled souls be together,
that’d just be double trouble for sure,

sure,
I might seem popular if you read my Facebook posts,
and sure from the outside looking in,
I might look like I’m living life the most,

heck,
a lot of people even call me a Player,
but I’m not a Player I don’t even play,
at least not anymore,

and I’m writing this like it matters,
like this poem will be the one that the world shares with itself,
like I haven’t written enough already,
like three #1’s in a row isn’t enough,

it’s never enough,
nothing ever is,
that’s why I’m not going out,
before I even get into anything I’m already over it,

not sober with,
my anxieties getting the best of me,
yeah I guess it’s a natural high,
if you consider a natural high EMF’s and caffeine,

and I don’t even think you know what I mean,
and if you do you probably don’t care,
and if you care I probably don’t notice,
and that’s exactly why I’m staying right here,

I’ll save us both the trouble,
so we don’t have to go out and you don’t have to feel awkwards,
because if we go out I won’t be able to let loose,
because I’ll just be thinking about how our society is so perverse,

how we party away,
having drinks that cost more than most people make,
see it seems the only way to have a good time is to be in denial,
and I am a lot of things but one thing I’m not is fake,

I can’t pretend,
don’t even want to,
I’m not your Arm Candy or your Sugar Daddy,
we are already even so I don’t owe you,

anything,
nope not a thing,
and no I’m not going out,
so please stop asking,

as if,
any one is even asking though,
it’s Friday night and the phone doesn’t even ring,
oh well I guess I’m better off alone,

so no I don’t want to go out,
not trying to be negative,
nor am I trying to hang out,
with people who are negative,

which is why I don’t want to go out,

no,

no.

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

Be Quick

I’m on the back of His Enduro,
through the alkaline dust of the desert,
we ride by the full moon’s light,
the three Pyramids of Giza casting perfectly measured silhouettes,

so dark they could be shadows,

and we both know time is of the essence,
so we are trying to Be Quick,

I’ve got a train to catch,
a one way ticket to Luxor,
but they say life is the journey not the destination,
so we’re always going even if we don’t always know where,

here,

on the back of this bike,
I hold on to Him for dear life,
as the back wheel kicks up the Sands of Time,
His bike obediently continuing into the night,

I don’t know where we are going,
but I know if I live to write about it I will,
because I am a writer and writing is what I do,
it’s my way of showing gratitude and being thankful,

He’s a writer too,
similar to me,
or maybe I’m similar to Him,
because He’s 20 years my senior,

used to live the Hollywood Life,
made films and got famous,
and now He's a non profit doctor,
helping those in need that are nameless,

I see my future in his eyes,
so when we stop atop a dune,
at a bedouin camp with the three pyramids on the moon lit horizon,
I ask Him one question,

“Are you happy?”.

He pauses,
and He answers,
with something poetically metaphorical like,
“Happiness is relative.”

And then,
He proceeds to tell me the story of his life...

He talks about Hollywood,
He talks about love and about searching,
He talks about how he gave it all up,
to come to these deserts and help those that need helping,

He reveals so much,
so much more than any of these words can translate,
and as our evening comes to an end,
I realize as amazing as our lives may be we are only men,

alone,
atop a dune in Giza,
overlooking the Great Pyramids,
trying to share knowledge without sounding like preachers,

He is Jesus,
at least as close to Jesus as I’ve ever met,
quite fitting considering He came from The City of Angels,
and I see in His eyes that for society he has wept,

and I want to stay there,
because I love Him,
I see his struggle,
and His moral dilemmas,

but I've got a train to catch,
and life waits for no man,
so we wrap up our conversation,
and travel back across those Egyptian sands,

and it is then,
that I realize,
that He is me,
in 20 years time,

He is me,
in 20 years,
and as amazing as his ways seem,
I wonder if He’s lonely and if every effort he's ever made was worth it,

and that is why I asked Him what I now ask You,

“Are you happy?”.

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

Back In America

I swear,
I’d give away every dollar I’ve ever made to charity,
if it would bring relief to the billions in need at the least,
and at the most I’d hope it could maybe contribute to world peace,

I’m back in America,
writing checks and feeling empty,
skin’s numb mind’s gone,
Death comes for everyone eventually…

Here,
have the American Dream with this beautiful house it’s turnkey…

Whoa,
it’s getting intense isn’t it,
but I guess,
it’s always been at least a little bit,

signing checks and paying taxes,
trying to balance,
on a world that’s off it’s axis,
pedal to the metal diesel by the gallons,

I.
Am.
A.
Machine.

and I swear the greatest compliment to any artist,
is that their work is something no one’s ever seen,

a defying gesture of difference,
a creation of something truly original,
a work of art that covers both sides,
both obviously brilliant and intelligently subliminal,

minimal,
maximal,
adjust,
your attitude,

this is Life,
you’re living it,
better be nice,
better be respectful,

hey you,
hello from the other side,
as far as I can tell you’re not Adele,
oh well we’re still gonna ride,

petal to the metal a Freak and a Fellow,
I’ve got it all I swear I’d give it all away,
become a lost prophet that’s lost all but the topic,
on point still so let’s get back to the point I must make,

money doesn’t buy morals,
and God of course is real,
so if you want to really be wealthy,
give more to charity so the hurt can heal,

I swear,
I’d give away every dollar I’ve ever made to charity,
if it would bring relief to the billions in need at the least,
and at the most I’d hope it could maybe contribute to world peace,

I’m back in America,
writing checks and feeling empty,
skin’s numb mind’s gone,
Death comes for everyone eventually…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

I wonder what you’d call it,
it as in this this life this waking dream,
this moment in time where feel we feel like we’re fallin’,
this feeling that we are everything,

how have you been,
how will you be,
stumbling around in my own cloud,
until I rain upon the sea,

sea,
we humans are messed up,
but it’s a beautiful chaos,
and that’s why I don’t give up,

live up,
to no one’s exceptions,
exceed all preconceived notions,
of what it means to make it,

I don’t call the enemy’s camp Hate,
even when it’s full of Haters,
this is a Love campaign,
it is not a status,

see I call the enemy,
The Darkness of Ignorance,
which is the opposite of Illuminati,
which is lit up in brilliance,

none of this is happenstance,
none of this is randomness,
there is an equation,
which add up to all of this,

this,
this,
this I don’t know what to call it,
this as in it,

I wonder what you’d call it,
it as in this this life this waking dream,
this moment in time where feel we feel like we’re fallin’,
this feeling that we are everything…

∆ LaLux ∆

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I,
have everything now,
except,
those smiling eyes,

this is,
an anonymous love letter I’ve forgotten your name,
because,
I find it’s better to just forget the truth and remember the lies,

I,
have everything now,
except,
those smiling eyes,

and that’s okay,
because I’ve been getting good at erasing memories lately,
like lovers all the best ones seem to eventually fade away,
and you can put all the blame on me honestly it’s totally okay,

I,
have everything now,
except,
for those smiling eyes,

I see you see,
that my reputation precedes me,
I’ll bet expectations were set even before we ever met,
yep that’s the truth and I don’t lie believe me,

see,
we are legends in the flesh immortal Gods that live in the infinite infinity infinitely,

I,
have everything now,
except,
for those smiling eyes…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

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Joan of Arc

I’m on Noah’s ark,
with Jane’s Addiction,
a heroine like Joan of Arc,
I am a woman with All The Kings Men,

I’m undeniable facts I’m undefinable fiction,
a different kind of combination,
in a different kind of conversation,
on a different kind of mission,

listen,
I am the link they say’s been missin,

I am street,
I am class,
I am good,
I am bad,
I am this,
I am that,
I am real,
I am counterfeit,

This is honesty is all it’s honestness,

I am a prophet on topic,
when talking on topics,
I’m underground I’m pop hits,
I’m Hippy I’m Gothic,
I’m ignorant I’m conscious,
I’m cocky I’m modest,
and I say this all and they hate it all,
saying I have an ego even though I’m just being honest,

I’m silence to those that fear,
I’m music to those with ears that hear,
I paint pictures of scriptures to psy-optics,
on heads to heads to help those that are confused to see clear,

see we’re,
both casual and severe,
our attention goes elsewhere,
even when our bodies are still here,

oh dear,

I’m on Noah’s ark,
with Jane’s Addiction,
a heroine like Joan of Arc,
I am a woman with All The Kings Men,

I’m undeniable facts I’m undefinable fiction,
a different kind of combination,
in a different kind of conversation,
on a different kind of mission,

listen,
I am the link they say’s been missin’…

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

author of The Poetry Trilogy
author of The H Trilogy

Busier than I thought,
and money doesn’t buy time,
so I’m rushing to catch up,
to myself so ahead of time,

remind,
me,
why,
you,
are,
divine,

we don’t need a reason,
we just need a rhyme,

I’m,
Busier than I thought,
and money doesn’t buy time,
so I’m rushing to catch up,
to myself so ahead of time…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

I still long for you,
no time too long no distance too great,
still out here writing my heart out in these verses,
on these pages as the war rages sounding cliche,

still going to fancy pants dance parties,
although I’m not sure exactly why,
because while everyone’s on the middle of the dance floor,
I’m alone in a comfortable corner writing these lines on the side,

and we both know I try to substitute you,
with all these other girls,
but I told you before for you there’s no substitute,
because these other girls are just “other girls”,

they are not you,
they do not understand our artistic plights,
that’s why when they ask what I’m writing about,
I don’t even want to attempt to try and reply,

but if I do reply when they ask what I’m writing,
as I’m in that comfortable corner writing these lines on the side,
I either abbreviate my emotions by simply stating I’m writing poems,
or if I do go into detail I just tell them a lie,

I tell them,
I’m writing about the world,
when really,
the truth is all I’m writing about is you,

in solitude,
not trying to be rude,
I’d just rather be alone writing these poems,
than be with any other girl other than you,

in a solitary confinement of my own design,
because I locked my heart away and lost the key,
then found that surprisingly you’d found the key,
now you’re the only one that can break my heart free,

because,

I still long for you,
no time too long no distance too great,
still out here writing my heart out in these verses,
on these pages as the war rages sounding cliche,

still going to fancy pants dance parties,
although I’m not sure exactly why,
because while everyone’s on the middle of the dance floor,
I’m alone in a comfortable corner writing these lines on the side…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

Nothing Less Nothing More

This Just in,
Justin Bieber’s a Believer too,
antibiotics probiotics,
a red pill and a blue,

yoga on a yacht deck,
strawberries in the winter,
Welcome to Reality,
watch as the fabric splinters,

or rather,
comes apart at the seams,
I’d gather,
that most things aren’t as they seem,

can’t escape the Dream,
unless we take a leap of faith,
don’t want to be just great,
want to be known as one of The Greats,

I love that you’re an artist too,
and dedicated to your passions,
and if we’re on the Road of Life,
I hope that we’re not crashin’,

and I know that sounds cliche,
and maybe even a bit cheap,
but sometimes life is cliche,
and sometimes when everything seems the most doubtful,
is when it’s best to truly believe,

that’s why,
they call it faith,
please tell me,
why you wake,

when you open your eyes,
what is it for,
hopefully it’s Love,
nothing less nothing more…

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆