The girls I want
don't want me.
The girls who want me,
I don't want.

They say we're degenerates
as we walk with sore shoulders,
flimsy backs, fractured dreams.

The word millennial is used like
some derogatory word --
we're meant to feel like ****
because our parents failed us.

Because smartphones help us
release dopamine.

Because we're addicted to
virtual realities.

Because we **** strangers
that we hope validate us.

No one understands why
the news says this about drugs
and this about violence -- or why
we do 'those things' and if we
have any '******* sense'.

It's beyond them.
Maybe beyond us.

It's higher than our weekends;
lower than our expectations.

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 written is a dancer with no answers from the 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 this New World...

-from THHT Vol. 3

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

I took a walk today
One and a half miles
To where I work all day
Walked past a line of crows
Sitting on a telephone wire
Giving me curious looks
Because every step
Was downhill all the way
Like a metaphor of my life
I raged on the inside
Until I got to the office
And got to work

Some things are meant to last forever
Some things are meant to fade
Some things are meant to never happen
Some things are meant to change
Some things are meant to make you strong
Some things are just strange

I close my eyes and I can feel it,
Turning, turning, turning.
Ever so slowly, ever so quickly
Time is sticking and slipping.
Like the spiders on the ceiling
Who dance when I'm numb to feelings,
Swallowing pills to make me sleepy
I'm awake, but I think I'm dreaming.
Can you feel me?
Can you see me?
Am I just imaginary?
What are these scenes
That play on eyelid screens?
Can you hear me scream?
Silently, silently.

Close your eyes that burn,
My soul will find freedom.
While our crumbling earth
Still quickly, slowly turns.

-SLuR