Fisherman’s Bastion
Hey,
how have you been?
I know,
some time times can be tough,
but remember,
nothing’s permanent this too shall pass,
we are only an idea of our own imagination,
and I don’t know if that makes things better or worse,
but then again maybe there is no such thing as better or worse,
and maybe that’s the truth,
and maybe the truth is that sometimes the truth hurts…
Hey,
how have you been?
Tell me,
are you enjoying this miracle called life,
in this body,
that you’re currently in?
I’m not sure you fully heard the question because I don’t know if you were listening,
so at the risk of being repetitive I’m going to ask it again,
“Hey how have you been,
are you enjoying this miracle called life in this body that you’re currently in?”
And yeah I know you’re confused and think you might be a lesbian,
or maybe an asexual extra-terrestrial multi-dimensional alien,
but hey that’s okay all the world’s a stage and we are all thespians,
oddity prodigies isn’t it ironic how sometimes the poison is the medicine,
I’m not sure you heard the reference because I don’t know if you were listening,
so at the risk of being repetitive I’m going to say it again,
“All the world’s a stage and we are all thespians,
oddity prodigies isn’t it ironic how sometimes the poison is the medicine.”
Hey,
how have you been?
I thought about you today,
all day actually,
all the way from Budapest Castle,
through the Labyrinth to Matthias Church,
where I drank water from the fountain,
to quench my reoccurring thirst,
I thought about you today,
from the thermal baths at Lukacs,
to right here where I’m writing this,
back to the Basilica on the Turrets of the Fisherman’s Bastion,
actually I have a question if you don’t mind me asking,
hey,
how have you been?
It seems what I’ve received from atop the turrets contemplating,
is that my attraction towards you is both affection and indifference,
affliction and obsession and independence and addiction,
and possession and freedom and acceptance and rejection,
wait a second it’s actually also the most beautiful creation in all of creation
it is we are the self manifestation of perfection from chaos and misdirection,
oh my look now to the sky is where we are headin’,
and things are going so fast now I think it’s about time I check in,
hey,
how have you been?
You still give me the chills like the hottest Sun mixed with the coldest Wind,
which also describes the highest highs both literally and figuratively that I find myself in,
because what I write is the result of insight from the Most High inside that I then let out with my pen,
and also it seems where I write these lines it’s usually from places high in the sky it can’t all be a coincidence,
this feels all too real to try and even begin to attempt to pretend,
confident and confused at the same time like wanting to make love with your best friend,
When,
will we be able to make love unconditionally without any preconditions,
when can we just be without wanting to do,
like being at a Basilica in the petition position but not needing to be on a mission,
can we please just land on foreign land for the sake of seeking refuge from stormy seas or simply to stop from drifting?
When will we be able to just be without all the questioning and invasive investigations,
I mean seriously these people these days ask so many questions it’s beginning to feel like an inquisition,
made a few more references there could you please write back and let me know when you get them?
Let me know when,
you stop fishing,
because I already know who I want,
and of course I’ve only got one question,
hey,
how have you been?
Listen,
I’m tired you’re hired please love my rebellious heart into submission,
and I guess that’s what I’ve been trying to say the whole time but I got lost in all the added adjective descriptions,
caught up in the moment as the sun set’s over the Danube river,
casting this beautiful city of Budapest in a golden glow that ripples and glistens,
and I realize just how unbelievably beautiful this whole globe is,
but honestly the whole world is only half as beautiful when i find you missin’,
see you seem so far away when you’re anywhere but here…
Here,
where I watch tourist take selfies as lovers give kisses,
from atop the turrets of Fisherman’s Bastion,
staring over the edge fighting back the undeniable urge to plummet into the abyss,
and I’m wondering if you feel the same undeniable way and that is why one last time I’m asking,
hey,
how have you been?
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Fisherman’s Bastion
Hey,
how have you been?
I know,
some time times can be tough,
but remember,
nothing’s permanent this too shall pass,
we are only an idea of our own imagination,
and I don’t know if that makes things better or worse,
but then again maybe there is no such thing as better or worse,
and maybe that’s the truth,
and maybe the truth is that sometimes the truth hurts…
Hey,
how have you been?
Tell me,
are you enjoying this miracle called life,
in this body,
that you’re currently in?
I’m not sure you fully heard the question because I don’t know if you were listening,
so at the risk of being repetitive I’m going to ask it again,
“Hey how have you been,
are you enjoying this miracle called life in this body that you’re currently in?”
And yeah I know you’re confused and think you might be a lesbian,
or maybe an asexual extra-terrestrial multi-dimensional alien,
but hey that’s okay all the world’s a stage and we are all thespians,
oddity prodigies isn’t it ironic how sometimes the poison is the medicine,
I’m not sure you heard the reference because I don’t know if you were listening,
so at the risk of being repetitive I’m going to say it again,
“All the world’s a stage and we are all thespians,
oddity prodigies isn’t it ironic how sometimes the poison is the medicine.”
Hey,
how have you been?
I thought about you today,
all day actually,
all the way from Budapest Castle,
through the Labyrinth to Matthias Church,
where I drank water from the fountain,
to quench my reoccurring thirst,
I thought about you today,
from the thermal baths at Lukacs,
to right here where I’m writing this,
back to the Basilica on the Turrets of the Fisherman’s Bastion,
actually I have a question if you don’t mind me asking,
hey,
how have you been?
It seems what I’ve received from atop the turrets contemplating,
is that my attraction towards you is both affection and indifference,
affliction and obsession and independence and addiction,
and possession and freedom and acceptance and rejection,
wait a second it’s actually also the most beautiful creation in all of creation
it is we are the self manifestation of perfection from chaos and misdirection,
oh my look now to the sky is where we are headin’,
and things are going so fast now I think it’s about time I check in,
hey,
how have you been?
You still give me the chills like the hottest Sun mixed with the coldest Wind,
which also describes the highest highs both literally and figuratively that I find myself in,
because what I write is the result of insight from the Most High inside that I then let out with my pen,
and also it seems where I write these lines it’s usually from places high in the sky it can’t all be a coincidence,
this feels all too real to try and even begin to attempt to pretend,
confident and confused at the same time like wanting to make love with your best friend,
When,
will we be able to make love unconditionally without any preconditions,
when can we just be without wanting to do,
like being at a Basilica in the petition position but not needing to be on a mission,
can we please just land on foreign land for the sake of seeking refuge from stormy seas or simply to stop from drifting?
When will we be able to just be without all the questioning and invasive investigations,
I mean seriously these people these days ask so many questions it’s beginning to feel like an inquisition,
made a few more references there could you please write back and let me know when you get them?
Let me know when,
you stop fishing,
because I already know who I want,
and of course I’ve only got one question,
hey,
how have you been?
Listen,
I’m tired you’re hired please love my rebellious heart into submission,
and I guess that’s what I’ve been trying to say the whole time but I got lost in all the added adjective descriptions,
caught up in the moment as the sun set’s over the Danube river,
casting this beautiful city of Budapest in a golden glow that ripples and glistens,
and I realize just how unbelievably beautiful this whole globe is,
but honestly the whole world is only half as beautiful when i find you missin’,
see you seem so far away when you’re anywhere but here…
Here,
where I watch tourist take selfies as lovers give kisses,
from atop the turrets of Fisherman’s Bastion,
staring over the edge fighting back the undeniable urge to plummet into the abyss,
and I’m wondering if you feel the same undeniable way and that is why one last time I’m asking,
hey,
how have you been?
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆