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Aaron LaLux Jul 2016
Joan of Arc

I’m on Noah’s ark,
with Jane’s Addiction,
a heroine like Joan of Arc,
I am a woman with All The Kings Men,

I’m undeniable facts I’m undefinable fiction,
a different kind of combination,
in a different kind of conversation,
on a different kind of mission,

listen,
I am the link they say’s been missin,

I am street,
I am class,
I am good,
I am bad,
I am this,
I am that,
I am real,
I am counterfeit,

This is honesty is all it’s honestness,

I am a prophet on topic,
when talking on topics,
I’m underground I’m pop hits,
I’m Hippy I’m Gothic,
I’m ignorant I’m conscious,
I’m cocky I’m modest,
and I say this all and they hate it all,
saying I have an ego even though I’m just being honest,

I’m silence to those that fear,
I’m music to those with ears that hear,
I paint pictures of scriptures to psy-optics,
on heads to heads to help those that are confused to see clear,

see we’re,
both casual and severe,
our attention goes elsewhere,
even when our bodies are still here,

oh dear,

I’m on Noah’s ark,
with Jane’s Addiction,
a heroine like Joan of Arc,
I am a woman with All The Kings Men,

I’m undeniable facts I’m undefinable fiction,
a different kind of combination,
in a different kind of conversation,
on a different kind of mission,

listen,
I am the link they say’s been missin’…

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

author of The Poetry Trilogy
author of The H Trilogy
I Am All
Ghost Writer 3 Jul 2016
Yin
You held me
Tight inside
Your warm
Arms
You kissed
My nose
Then kissed
My mind
I melted
Sinking into
You, into
Me
Everything
Blurred by
As you and I
Worshiped
The devotion
Lust
And inclination
Of us

e.s.
Ghost Writer 3 Jul 2016
My heart of ash moans,
In view of his beautiful cluster
of ruby glass
How it aches, whimpering
By cause of his penetrating glance.

e.s.
Ghost Writer 3 Jul 2016
Lust burned within
His skin touched me
Like porcelain
White as snow
He was serene
With a sinful glow
Like the wind
Whistling into branches
The forest hummed
Sweet love calling
It was only but a whisper
He listened too
The ancient rules
Falling through
The forest floor breaking
Exploding sunbeams
From our eyes
A volcano, erupting
Rusty orange turbulence
Pushing every fiber into,
Hopelessly wishing, drifting
Into a sleepless dream
Never to be sanctioned,
Always asleep.


E.S.
Ghost Writer 3 Jun 2016
I hope one day I will be brave
To find the strength, tell you
How I love you

I know the pain created
The gain will be less then perfect
Unjust, unfair

I can not show you now
For I am locked, my fingers tied
One day though

Dazed by your eyes
I fall so numb, my heart grows
Everyday

My heart is broke
Cut up in two, one for you
Only one for you

E.s.
Ghost Writer 3 Jun 2016
The room was lit
Seemingly *****
The light was faint
I was unworthy

Ink, drops and drips
The paper sat
Ready for fits
I lashed at it

Lurid was the color
Black was my heart
I scribbled, then lied
this is art

Vague, leaving shade
I left it open
Here, take
This notebook of unspoken.
e.s.
Ghost Writer 3 Jun 2016
Your voice boomed
Through every room
Into the dim halls
The echo was everything
Everything but you

I searched your eyes
You told me to do so
I felt birth that moment
The pain, the blood
I felt the end as it begun

It is all or nothing to you
A furious earthquake
Knocking down every wall
Or nothing, absolutely nothing at all

The nights get shorter
Your hands grow colder
The moments there
And then suddenly,
Into a great abyss
Into a black hole
Everything is older
Even the drugs now
Give me the cold shoulder.

E.s.
Ghost Writer 3 Jun 2016
The weight of the world
Sits on his chest
As he breaths
He grasps for it
Rose petals fall
Straight from his head
As his eyes burn
Like fire, again, and again
Mouth sewed shut
Her needle pokes through
Stippling his heart
Like a car wreck
The moment his hands left
He can't remember
When he lost control
Drunk driving
Into her soul

E.s.
Ghost Writer 3 Jun 2016
The blood
It traces
Every feeling
Known to man

The moment
It stays
Only fleeting
We are dying

Make love
Setting the memories on fire
It's all you have
It's never leaving
Always breathing
Until the last man forgets

e.s.
Scream, for love traps you
In the embrace of barbed wire
Slicing your heart wide open
With blunt, rusted razor blades

So bleed the scarlet icicles
As your soul begins to die
Dark longing surrounds you
Loneliness comes crawling

Does your heart now shatter?
Where no one dares to look
To see blistered tears Etched
On a face masked with fear

But if only you remove your mask
Mayhap the Sun may kiss it
So roses without thorns may grow
Then love could have no pain
Copyright © Chris Smith 2014
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