2017 Self Manifestation

It’s 2017,
publishing my 7th book this year,
probably my 8th as well,
it’s 2017,

this is the year of Self Manifestation,
of the Personal-Realization of Other’s Existences,
even though it still feels like this is a Still Dream Matrix,
and somehow I’m on the side of The Resistance,

except I’m not resisting,
I’m going with the flow,
so when someone asks me if we’re living in a Dream world,
I just shrug my shoulders shake my head and say “I don’t know.”,

but really,
I suspect that we are,
but I’m a suspicious person by nature,
but maybe I’m wrong,

maybe no one is out to get you,
maybe you’re your own worst enemy,
maybe you’re your own best friend,
maybe nothing exists not even maybes,

don’t call me Baby,
don’t be so cliche,
this isn’t 1900 whatever,
this is 2017,

It’s 2017,
publishing my 7th book this year,
probably my 8th as well,
it’s 2017,

this is the year of Self Manifestation,
of the Personal-Realization of Other’s Existences,
even though it still feels like this is a Still Dream Matrix,
and somehow I’m on the side of The Resistance,

and at the same time also corporately complicit,
completely addicted to my electronic devices,
in fact the fact is the way I act you could say my devices are my vices,
see these days we don’t worship Isis we worship Apple and all that iSh!t hypeness,

that’s right isn’t it kid,
now go on now run along and tell ‘Ol Father Time,
that it’s 2017 and even though it’s almost the end of the line we’re doing just fine,
still writing away otherwise wasted time combining divine lines and making it all rhyme,

I’m,
publishing my 7th book this year,
probably my 8th as well,
it’s 2017…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

from the # best selling poetry book '777'
available worldwide: www.amazon.com/dp/1548700746

See between Genius and Insanity,
there lies a very thin line,
some would call us all mad,
others would call us all divine,

tell me what you find when you peer inside another man’s mind,

still seeking peace every moment,
because They say seek and Ye shall find,
They also say I’ve got it all,
and that everything I ever wanted in the world is mine,

They say I may’ve found the Fountain of Youth,
but in the process I lost my senses and probably my mind,
and so as everything I’ve ever known as fact turns into doubt,
I realize that we are all friends and our only enemy is Time...

exert from '777' by Aaron LA Lux
available worldwide in digital and paperback formats: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1548700746

The City of Demonios

“Why are some people waiters,
while others are waited on,
why are some people Haters,
while others are hated on?”

I was awaited on,
before they knew they were waiting,
snatched from my cradle pinched from my dreams,
or so it seems because it appears the people are awaking,

I’ve awaken,
in some sort of dream awakening,
and I’m trying to not let Them get to me,
but it seems They get to everyone eventually,

preyed on by hungry Demons,
Fallen Angels that haven’t found peace,
from the hills in The City of Los Angeles,
to the beaches in Long Island in the East,

and this indigestion from lost intentions is getting intense,
so we throw up everything from inside the Belly of the Beast,

a feast,
I offer up my body for Death,
like they do on Himalayan mountain peaks,
when they offer eagles the bodies of the dead,

see only through the death of the physical,
can the Soul truly ascend,

ascend,
do not fear the Reaper,
hey friend,
let’s make them all Believers.

I see her,
like a nightmarish dream,
I love Her I hate her I don’t want her I have  to have her,
she quietly stares in my eyes loudly and makes the Silence scream,

scream,
isn’t that a painting?

A dream,
isn’t that an awakening?

Let’s not,
let our,
hopes only be hopes,

manifest,
all of this,
before Death ties His rope,

around our necks,
bringing about suffocation,
please let us be free,
we all need some liberation,

but for now,
I’ll just take a glass of water,
I’m parched it’s a desert out here,
and I’m wondering if this trouble’s worth the bother,

“Waiter,
please a glass of water.”,
I order a glass of water after saying all of this,
then turn to you and say “Isn’t it ironic?”,

“Why are some people waiters,
while others are waited on,
why are some people Haters,
while others are hated on?”…

No answers only questions,
ah well stay calm and carry on…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

from 777: Alphas & Numerics
available worldwide 7/7/17
https://www.amazon.com/dp/1548700746

Apparently,
They have not read any good poems.
Or maybe,
They have not read any good sagas.
Probably,
They have just seen breakups.
Sadly.

Literature - the written word,
It stays forever.
I love my "The 'Angel?' Series",
It is like a diamond.

And I love my story "7 Seconds",
It is my diadem.

tapestry of cuts
silhouettes are more than words
smiles frowned from both wrists