Dec 2016
In The Pursuit of Happiness
Everywhere I go,
there are too many pillows,
and I’m not complaining I’m just saying,
it’s like I’m living inside some sort of reality show,
so far gone out of our minds into these experiences we go,
in the pursuit of happiness,
we catch the wave go with the flow and away we go,
so,
certain of nothing,
living,
the dream one nightmare at a time,
writing,
these words,
right after she’s left me,
like everything we experienced was just a dream,
or so it seems,
met amongst the sweat and steam,
of some thermal baths,
on the Buda side,
of Budapest,
bubbles whipped into a froth,
wandering but not lost,
feeling like a God,
gone but not forgot,
at this sacred sanctuary,
on the Buda side of Budapest,
I’m a runaway still on the run,
so sanctuaries like this are where I do rest,
in the pursuit of happiness,
some call it a challenge I call it a quest,
life is a lesson it is not a test,
losers say no while winners say yes,
Yes,
on the Buda side,
of Budapest,
this was the setting,
in which we met,
she was with her friend,
a lesbian from ******,
that’s an island in Greece,
for those that don’t know,
she happened to be a poet too,
so naturally we vibed well,
because when two or more poets get together,
it feels like we’re part of the artist cartel,
we got those emotions if you need them,
come on over and get your fix,
just a little motivation,
a rest stop a re-up on the road to happiness,
in the pursuit of happiness,
we have plenty of experiences,
we roll dice and take chances,
life itself is a gamble we all lose,
because nobody gets out of here alive,
I invited,
her and her friend to dinner,
they accepted so we met up,
a few hours later,
the plan was to go out to one of the ruins bars,
get some beers or whatever,
instead we ended up climbing a bridge,
and watching the lights of the city in all their grandeur,
fast forward,
we’re back at my place,
making love on a bed,
Baraka streaming from the projector screen,
onto the white wall between the floor and high ceiling,
melting reeling shaking grasping releasing,
feeling like two entire universes for the first time meeting,
she was coming I was going letting go at the same time holding,
it’s funny how sometimes a good grip can feel so freeing,
flying high lying down she’s riding me she’s coming now,
she’s Greek a Goddess call her Athena I mean this wow,
I’m surfing Her wave like Poseidon a titan live at the Apollo,
an all mighty Aphrodite laying down but not sleeping no Hypnos,
so high so fly,
feels like there’s wings coming outta my head,
she’s still on top of me so I turn her over on the bed,
to find a tattoo on her neck and here is what it read,
“Pursuit of Happiness”,
in words written in cursive,
this is beyond ironic,
this is cosmic this is honest,
this is a comet crashing into earth this is God meets Goddess,
on this,
earth,
we made love,
like some things still matter,
like,
something,
still,
mattered,
in this,
bed,
we made love,
like no things still matter,
like,
nothing,
still,
mattered,
as Baraka,
continued to play,
onto the tall white wall,
from the projector from which it projected,
and in that instant,
something mattered and nothing mattered,
everything mattered mad as a hatter,
free as a God in Greece in a moment perfectly captured,
as she lays here,
in this moment out of time,
an alchemist creating bliss from the pain,
painting the perfect picture,
this is more than a poem this is living scripture,
we are creating emotional paintings,
we are Gods and wherever we our is our Mt. Olympus,
as we travel on and write down our experiences,
so others can live through our words in a way that’s vicarious,
we carry this,
torch and stay on the course in the pursuit of happiness.
And everywhere we go,
there are too many pillows,
and I’m not complaining I’m just saying,
it’s like I’m living inside some sort of reality show,
so far gone out of our minds into these experiences we go,
in the pursuit of happiness,
we catch the wave go with the flow and away we go…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
09/09/16
Author Bio:
www.amazon.com/Aaron-La-Lux/e/B00ODPJAOK
Everywhere I go,
there are too many pillows,
and I’m not complaining I’m just saying,
it’s like I’m living inside some sort of reality show,
so far gone out of our minds into these experiences we go,
in the pursuit of happiness,
we catch the wave go with the flow and away we go,
so,
certain of nothing,
living,
the dream one nightmare at a time,
writing,
these words,
right after she’s left me,
like everything we experienced was just a dream,
or so it seems,
met amongst the sweat and steam,
of some thermal baths,
on the Buda side,
of Budapest,
bubbles whipped into a froth,
wandering but not lost,
feeling like a God,
gone but not forgot,
at this sacred sanctuary,
on the Buda side of Budapest,
I’m a runaway still on the run,
so sanctuaries like this are where I do rest,
in the pursuit of happiness,
some call it a challenge I call it a quest,
life is a lesson it is not a test,
losers say no while winners say yes,
Yes,
on the Buda side,
of Budapest,
this was the setting,
in which we met,
she was with her friend,
a lesbian from ******,
that’s an island in Greece,
for those that don’t know,
she happened to be a poet too,
so naturally we vibed well,
because when two or more poets get together,
it feels like we’re part of the artist cartel,
we got those emotions if you need them,
come on over and get your fix,
just a little motivation,
a rest stop a re-up on the road to happiness,
in the pursuit of happiness,
we have plenty of experiences,
we roll dice and take chances,
life itself is a gamble we all lose,
because nobody gets out of here alive,
I invited,
her and her friend to dinner,
they accepted so we met up,
a few hours later,
the plan was to go out to one of the ruins bars,
get some beers or whatever,
instead we ended up climbing a bridge,
and watching the lights of the city in all their grandeur,
fast forward,
we’re back at my place,
making love on a bed,
Baraka streaming from the projector screen,
onto the white wall between the floor and high ceiling,
melting reeling shaking grasping releasing,
feeling like two entire universes for the first time meeting,
she was coming I was going letting go at the same time holding,
it’s funny how sometimes a good grip can feel so freeing,
flying high lying down she’s riding me she’s coming now,
she’s Greek a Goddess call her Athena I mean this wow,
I’m surfing Her wave like Poseidon a titan live at the Apollo,
an all mighty Aphrodite laying down but not sleeping no Hypnos,
so high so fly,
feels like there’s wings coming outta my head,
she’s still on top of me so I turn her over on the bed,
to find a tattoo on her neck and here is what it read,
“Pursuit of Happiness”,
in words written in cursive,
this is beyond ironic,
this is cosmic this is honest,
this is a comet crashing into earth this is God meets Goddess,
on this,
earth,
we made love,
like some things still matter,
like,
something,
still,
mattered,
in this,
bed,
we made love,
like no things still matter,
like,
nothing,
still,
mattered,
as Baraka,
continued to play,
onto the tall white wall,
from the projector from which it projected,
and in that instant,
something mattered and nothing mattered,
everything mattered mad as a hatter,
free as a God in Greece in a moment perfectly captured,
as she lays here,
in this moment out of time,
an alchemist creating bliss from the pain,
painting the perfect picture,
this is more than a poem this is living scripture,
we are creating emotional paintings,
we are Gods and wherever we our is our Mt. Olympus,
as we travel on and write down our experiences,
so others can live through our words in a way that’s vicarious,
we carry this,
torch and stay on the course in the pursuit of happiness.
And everywhere we go,
there are too many pillows,
and I’m not complaining I’m just saying,
it’s like I’m living inside some sort of reality show,
so far gone out of our minds into these experiences we go,
in the pursuit of happiness,
we catch the wave go with the flow and away we go…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
09/09/16
Author Bio:
www.amazon.com/Aaron-La-Lux/e/B00ODPJAOK
