Connor 6h

ethan

it was a beautiful outside on the day you were laid to rest
the sun was shinning and the birds were chirping
but inside of me was nothing but rain

they said "don't hate the addict hate the drug"
"he's in a better place now, he's  free"
and i couldn't help but look down at my shaking hands and hate the addict- me

it's easy to hate a pill but how do i learn to hate a drug when my drug of choice was always you
escaped your reality through a quick high and and a line
but i only escaped mine when i was by your side

you're gone you're gone you're gone
and i'm going through withdrawals
i need you
i need my high

maybe someday they will say she's finally free too - when i die

As he sits back he blows up the smoke
With one look the Lizard King penetrates your soul

A talk of dreams and projections
No ears to hear the King's interventions

A post prophet of freedom and anarchy
The room is crowded but the lizard king is lonely

Innate talent of mind alternance and substance abuse
Words speaking of a King and a noose

The Lizard King roars before shooting his final blend
The King closes his eyes as the crown falls to an infinite end

Words Of Harfouchism

I’m messed up,
and spaced out,
going insane,
but still down,

out on the town,
having the time of my life,
which is okay I guess because this is Hollywood,
where you’re supposed to look like you’re having a great time,

even when you’re depressed under duress,
and dictated by a constant lingering stress,

what a mess we’ve made,
hearts broke as fck but pockets completely paid,

I’ll give an example of something from today,

woke up at Wi Spa,
in Downtown LA,
two girls one on each side of me,
both of them beautiful babes,

but I wasn’t fazed,
faded sure,
but not fazed,
that’s for sure,

resting right there where that thin shaded grey line blurs,
the line blurs the lions surge,
because when everyday feels like a holiday,
everybody around you wants to splurge,

meanwhile all I want to do is purge...

Why do I feel just as high when I DeTox,
as I do when I ReTox?

Feeling as Emo as a teenaged Elmo,
a walking Paradox walking in a pair of Docs,
lost what I found then found I was lost,
or maybe it's the other way around I don't know I forgot.

Either way,
every day feels like a holiday,
and everyone acts so generous around me even the degenerates,
because I'm still down messed up spaced out and insane,

just sayin',

like when,

I asked someone for a drag of his cigarette,
and he instantly bought me a whole pack,
and I don’t usually smoke or do blow,
but I’ve been told it’s only gay if you push back,

I did every line and smoked the whole pack.

Now where were we at?

Oh yeah yeah yeah,
I remember now,
we were talking about being messed up,
spaced out going insane but still down,

insane and out on the town,
going HAM what the Hell man,
on Hollywood Blvd. last night in a Porsche of course,
when we ran into Cory Feldman,

I didn’t know him as an actor,
just knew him as familiar,
because we’ve partied together at parties,
where we did whatever with whoever,

where,
were we again,
again I’ve forgotten and gotten lost in,
this Story That Never Ends,

or did I mean this Never Ending Story,

I don’t know anymore I’m not Falcor so don’t ask me,
I don’t have the answers and your questions are boring,

please no questions and no answers.

Not into people who unknowingly pretend that they’re into you,
constantly mentioning questions,
that contain unintentional,
still potentially injurious intentions,

don't want an invasive interview I want honest communications.

I’m not here to make you feel more important,
I’m not here to validate your life for you,
I’m not Valet I don’t have the keys to your heart,
and I don’t want my attitude misconstrued,

so in the name of clarity allow me to please remind you,

I’m messed up spaced out going insane but still down,

out on the town,
having the time of my life,
which is okay I guess because this is Hollywood,
where you’re supposed to look like you’re having a great time,

even when you’re depressed under duress,
and dictated by a constant lingering stress,

what a mess we’ve made,
hearts broke as fck but pockets completely paid...

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

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I am the rolled up dollar bill
making your pocket burn.
I will loosen the pain
and you can pick it off your face
while you sit up all night.

I didn't fit into
The clique at the Local Church.
I tried to get to know those people.
I tried to get them to like me,
But I never really felt accepted
For who I am.
So,
I turned to Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll instead.
To be honest,
Most of the sex wasn't really that good,
But some of it was AMAZING.
I felt I was in HEAVEN
When I made love to  CERTAIN women.
Then, to be honest,
Most of my experiences with Dope
Weren't that exciting,
But some of them were AMAZING.
I really felt as if
I was in
Direct Contact with GOD.
Much of the Rock and Roll I listened to
Sucked,
But some of it was just MIND BLOWING.
I was so moved by some of these performances
That I can play the tape of their Concerts in my mind
By Memory.
So, I decided
That Drugs, Sex and Rock and Roll
Must actually  be the TRINITY
The Church was speaking of
Rather than
The Father, the Son
And the Holy Ghost.

Nik 3d

April 24th around 5:50 pm a group of boys took it upon themselves to laugh.
I proceeded to look around to see if someone had fallen, to see if someone was wearing, or not wearing, something they shouldn’t,
I waited.
I began to walk faster.
“But It’s Better if you Do” by Panic at the Disco was blaring in my ears so whatever they were saying was blocked out by the blare of Brendon Urie’s voice…
I still don’t get what was so funny—but I have an idea.
This isn’t the first time I’ve been subject to jokes about how I look.
I am the butt of everyone’s fat joke,
My comedy is a product of every snicker, every cackle, every time I’ve been called Big Momma or Rasputia.
My pearly white smile is painted by the white lies I tell myself and everyone else to get through the day.
I wonder if people ever stop to think if there is a person, suffocating, lonely in the center of this big, fat meat suit.
I wonder if people ever think before they speak or laughing at me when I eat.
I wonder if people know that I was raised by the strongest single mother in the world, so I have skin tougher than steel so their words can’t hurt me,
A mother who raised 3 children on her own.
A mother of an 8 year old
Whose father died in Honduras 2 years ago after being deported back 2 years before that—she told us it was a car accident,
but my mother taught me was to be nosey and to always search for the truth, especially when it’s being hidden from you.
My little brother’s father, the love of my mother’s life, was gunned down murdered in cold blood.
She is a mother of a 23 year old
Who has had Asperger’s his entire life, has dealt with being shipped from school to school because it’s so hard to find a special education program for him.
My mother taught me patience is the biggest virtue, and that my anger with his repetitive questions and running around is nothing compared to the anger he feels with himself every day for being a “burden” on those around him.
A mother who
Beats herself up over the fact my brother my father’s side is addicted to drugs,
My brother’s mother was a drug addict and so was my father at the time,
And even though my father was able to clean himself up, he had so many warrants out for his arrest it forced him to play hide and seek with the police and his own children
So for months at a time my mom would take care of my brother, thought about adopting him, but of course that didn’t happen—
His mom got clean.
My dad was finally caught, things were looking up
Until his mother got dirty again, rolling with dogs, her arms look like she was eaten up by fleas
My father was never a father,
Disappearing for weeks without so much as even a breath and reappearing as if he never left
No wonder my brother can never stay clean.
My mother taught me to love my brother unconditionally, that no matter what I have to laugh with him when he needs a laugh
Because my brother doesn’t know what stability is, he doesn’t know what standing on his own two feet feels like because he is always high.
She taught me to always laugh with him because I don’t know if he’ll come down the next time he gets high.
A mother of
An 18 year old girl who suffers from clinical depression and anxiety, but has to keep it swept under the rug because the public school system failed in teaching her about mental illness.
However, my mother taught me that as much as I depend on her she depends on me, that I am her backbone and she believes that even if I sink I will learn how to swim before the tide engulfs me and I’m taken too far from the shore.
I’m ripping off this big, fat meat suit because I’m tired of suffocating,
I’m learning how to swim.
I can feel the sun now.

I will learn to rise up soon

In 2016,
Duterte and the Death Squad
Had become the most popular Rock Band
In the WORLD!
To show their appreciation
To all their Fans who had made so many sacrifices,
Duterte and the Death Squad
Decided to perform
Live
On International Satellite TV
From the Ciudad de Victoria in Manila.
The estimated audience for this Concert
Was about 3 Billion People.......
The largest in Rock and Roll History.
Rock fans came to Manila from all over the World
For this Special Event,
Including Shia Muslims from Karbala, Iraq,
Carrying  their Balls and Chains
And fans from more remote regions of the Philippines,
Who brought their Crosses,
Planning to have themselves crucified on Stage
In the presence of their Hero,
Rodrigo Duterte.
The Band opened the Concert
With their Worldwide, #1 Smash Hit,
"Son of a Whore".
"This Guy can really rock,"
Vice-President, Joe Biden,
Exclaimed to President Barack Obama in the White House
"He's a very colorful character," President Obama's replied
Ronald dela Rosa,
Dressed in his Police Unform,
Launched a thunderously violent  guitar solo
With an army of prostitutes,
Twerking in the background.
Miley Cyrus' jaw dropped,
As she viewed the Broadcast of this  Concert
From her home in Studio City California.
"Sure  I twerked on stage," Miley told a reporter,
"But I'm not THAT fucking desperate!"
As the Concert was nearing its end
Rodrigo Duterte himself launched into
An profanity-laced,
Obscenely Misogynistic
Pornographic  Rap.
As he listened in his home in  Diamond Bar, California,
Snoop Dogg was interviewed
While smoking a Marijuana joint,
"That's the shizzum of the jizzum," he said.
"Duterte is the only Rapper,"
"Who can schizzum in the pizzum like That?!"
Finally, Duterte took out an Assault Rifle
And opened fire on the crowd.
It seemed so realistic!
Members of the audience dropped to the ground
While others cheered loudly!
As the Crowd filed out of the Ciudad de Victoria,
They all felt that they had experienced
An exception performance
By an extremely  high-caliber Rock Band,
Which  had conquered the World,
With their Fiery Intensity and Passion
It had been a memorable experience
That no one would ever forget.

This poem was recently published by Asian Signature in Kolkata, India.

In 2016,
Duterte and the Death Squad
Had become the most popular Rock Band
In the WORLD!
To show their appreciation
To all their Fans who had made so many sacrifices,
Duterte and the Death Squad
Decided to perform
Live
On International Satellite TV
From the Ciudad de Victoria in Manila.
The estimated audience for this Concert
Was about 3 Billion People.......
The largest in Rock and Roll History.
Rock fans came to Manila from all over the World
For this Special Event,
Including Shia Muslims from Karbala, Iraq,
Carrying  their Balls and Chains
And fans from more remote regions of the Philippines,
Who brought their Crosses,
Planning to have themselves crucified on Stage
In the presence of their Hero,
Rodrigo Duterte.
The Band opened the Concert
With their Worldwide, #1 Smash Hit,
"Son of a Whore".
"This Guy can really rock,"
Vice-President, Joe Biden,
Exclaimed to President Barack Obama in the White House
"He's a very colorful character," President Obama's replied
Ronald dela Rosa,
Dressed in his Police Unform,
Launched a thunderously violent  guitar solo
With an army of prostitutes,
Twerking in the background.
Miley Cyrus' jaw dropped,
As she viewed the Broadcast of this  Concert
From her home in Studio City California.
"Sure  I twerked on stage," Miley told a reporter,
"But I'm not THAT fucking desperate!"
As the Concert was nearing its end
Rodrigo Duterte himself launched into
An profanity-laced,
Obscenely Misogynistic
Pornographic  Rap.
As he listened in his home in  Diamond Bar, California,
Snoop Dogg was interviewed
While smoking a Marijuana joint,
"That's the shizzum of the jizzum," he said.
"Duterte is the only Rapper,"
"Who can schizzum in the pizzum like That?!"
Finally, Duterte took out an Assault Rifle
And opened fire on the crowd.
It seemed so realistic!
Members of the audience dropped to the ground
While others cheered loudly!
As the Crowd filed out of the Ciudad de Victoria,
They all felt that they had experienced
An exception performance
By an extremely  high-caliber Rock Band,
Which  had conquered the World,
With their Fiery Intensity and Passion
It had been a memorable experience
That no one would ever forget.

When Janey's mother,
Rachel,
Lectured Janey about the risks involved in Sex
A few hours later,
She could hear her groaning orgasmically
As she masturbated  in her bedroom.
When Janey lectured Rachel
About the dangers posed by drugs,
She seemed to be listening attentively,
But,
A few hours later.
She could smell Marijuana smoke
From underneath the space
Between her daughter's bedroom door
And the floor.
Exasperated,
Rachel decided to use reverse psychology.
She told Janey that Religion was a bunch of Nonsense.....
The "Opium for the Masses"
As Karl Marx said.
She told her that Praying to God
Was just a waste of  energy and time.
Sure enough,
A few hours later,
Rachel heard her daughter,
Janey,
Praying in her bedroom.
She didn't know what language Janey was praying in?
She didn't know what god Janey prayed to?
But, sure enough,
Janey was praying.
Rachel realized that she needed to do some Soul Searching.
What on Earth
Had made her daughter
So Oppositional?

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