Shutters hang defeated, at the mercy of the wind.
Rain soaks through the swollen beams,
Dark emptiness mirrored in blackened puddles,
Rats slump across the slimy floor,
Skeletal weeds cling and crawl along the walls.
Through splintered slats the tempest spirits howl,
Tattered cobwebs brace the corners;
A final winding sheet; the end of pain and struggle.

There is no echo
For there is no voice,
Pray the battering storm,
But in the darkest shadows,
Where no-one looks,
Stares a frightened fearful soul.

Yeah lost as a Ghost without a haunt,
I’ll be the first to admit it,
see my whole life whatever I want,
I just go out and get it,

got a great view from the attic,
in this mansion that’s possessed,
it sits on all the land we’ve acquired and in general the Ghouls are good here,
our Souls aren’t negative this isn’t Poltergeist or The Exorcist,

this is,
the Time to focus on the moment at hand,
this is,
the time to resurrect your Self so you can executively enact and execute your plans…

when,
oh when,

when,
will we be able to fully express,
without,
the hesitation that comes with his,

I’ll be the first to admit that I made some mistakes,
if you’ll at least take a second to honor second that,
then maybe I can slow down take a break from the fast lane,
and move in forward motion in a manner that’s effortless,

yeah I’m lost as a Spirit is,
when He loses the House he was haunting,
yes Redemption can unlock the Exit Doors from Samsara,
but that rode from Perdition to Redemption can be daunting,

especially when traveling with memories from past lives that’re still haunting,

I’m on things,
obviously ornery,
not at all ordinary,
or in any way boring,

I’m on things,

I’m on these things these days,
and I don’t know which is worse the drugs or the stress,
and I really do like like like my girlfriend too,
but to tell the you the truth the One I’m actually in love with is my Ex,

she’s the best,
gave me the Emerald on my hand,
didn’t even know how much it was worth,
even when my jeweler friend appraised it at a few grand,

****,
it’s amazing to be so blessed that’s for sure,
I love that I have a love that is priceless,
and I’m not talking about the Ring I’m talking about Her,

She’s worth more than a whole fortune,
not only priceless but also undefinable,
and I’m intrigued by her origin,
because she seems timeless and at the same time well defined like a diamond in gold,

oh and I know,
that usually I feel stressed and confused,
but when I’m with Her,
the only thing I feel is boundless bliss and ecstatic truth,

living Life like I’ve got nothing to lose,
because the only thing I don’t want to lose is you,

and I love every moment we’re together,
I love when we become One from Two,
even though every time we’re together,
our separation always comes too soon,

and every time we’re together,
I’m praying that Death doesn't come too soon,

because sometimes,
I miss you even when you’re here,
and I’m willing to go to the ends of the earth for you,
I don’t care where just spin the compass and point and we’ll go there,

We,
can,
be,
together,

We as in Us,
You as in Her,
Us as in what We are,
because we can never go back to be what we were,

and I don’t know what I’ve even saying anymore,
because all the clearly defined lines I used to use to define theses lines have totally blurred,

and maybe that’s why I told you before,

I’m lost as a Ghost without a haunt,
I’ll be the first to admit it,
see my whole life whatever I want,
I just go out and get it,

got a great view from the attic,
in this mansion that’s possessed,
it sits on all the land we’ve acquired and in general the Ghouls are good here,
our Souls aren’t negative this isn’t Poltergeist or The Exorcist,

this is,
the Time to focus on the moment at hand,
this is,
the time to resurrect your Self so you can executively enact and execute your plans…

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

I saw death,
no angels singing
nor plumes of hades

Energy relaxes
leaving spiritless flesh

No romance,
like that of a grim reaper
or noble feats on a cross

an evaporating mist

I saw death,

no strength I gained
but a feeling of shame

It's strange,
this feeling of immortality

in

we, the animated skeletons
of humanity

It's simplicity really,
there's no magic in death

Umpteen years of gentle love,  
touching of souls,  melting hearts.  
Burnt lava nd acid too.

Two of us as one,  in a random epoch of time.
Is God ordained or  a throw of dice?  
A matter of deep speculation is.

Look at this humble Plumeria, Sweet Love,  
a hardy plant it is,  
It's lived through a couple of droughts,
two leaves still shiny,
look forlorn on its gnarled trunk,  
for It's tiny buds long burned by heat,
refuse to sprout any further greens.

A hope in its will to live,
and flower once every year.
What better a symbol of our  connect than
this mute brute of a shrub.

I give this plant to thee my dear,
take good care of it,
water it and watch it live,  
for its life is a symbol of our love..

Do not worry too,  if it dies,  for its only a glyph..

I'll plant another tree for you,
This time a mango,
which will grow big and olive under your tender hands..
to again ikonize a new phase..
One that gives fruit and shade,
to generations of birds and bees,
us in our old age,

and an abode to our Haunted Undead Souls!

Oh Holy Agony- how do you bear
To watch the screaming souls
Fight against your poison laced binds.
Oh Holy Agony- where is your heart,
Us pitiful humans you feast upon
Need not to submerge in your wrath.
Oh Holy Agony- why hath you not perished,
Deep in your ***** I've thrusted my knife
But death did not take you for good company.
Oh Holy Agony- you savagely resuscitated,
Crawling out the Fiery depths of Hell
To disrupt my ephemeral serenity.

Longer I look there,
Stronger , I will feel this magnetic pull
To explore the abandoned place
Wiser if I was ,I will leave the door shut
But I had adventure in mind
Wanted to solve the mystery of screams
To see the result of going in haunted house
As I went ahead ,I felt a force
throwing me back to ground
followed by a deep voice telling me
"Walk away if you want to be alive"
saying that "go run and you might just survive"
and then I ran till I reached nowhere
Inside the deeper woods ,hearing the voices of wild
I sat on a rock trying to regain my breathing
But the dread remained ,now scared to meet the beasts
The adventure seeking gave me the scare
That might last longer than lifetime .

Rain thunders against the window
Wind rattles these empty halls
Sadness creeps into me
Melancholic thoughts
Ghosts surround me
They watch me sleep
I can hear them creeping
They can feel my sadness
They see even though I'm living
I'm by no means alive
I can hear them cry
You're one us
Even though you're alive

Under the naked tree
They saw each other drenched in silver moonlight
Revelling in a mad dance of love
Echoing moans through the night

Two lost souls
Had found one another
To lose themselves
To each other

They'd found their spot
Where not a being would intervene
So there, they reunited, each night
Sparking a silent fire, in this place so serene

Under the naked tree
Revelling in each other's sight
Began a mad dance of love
Echoing moans through the night

Tides rose, and winds spooked passers-by
As from him, sweet kisses, she stole
A soul, free from the binds of its corpse
Had just found another, to make her a whole

The burning poem it's words burn like flame
I hold it my heart but it burns all the same
I tried ridding myself of the fire
But the flames spoke to me of my muse
Aspiring me to choose
To love and lose the game
Loves painful consequence
My hidden shame
In desperate longing the poem was a light
Showing me a door and a key
Life is nothing with responsibility
In darkness of fragility
I hear a voice beckoning me
To hide my muse's secret
and yet it flows through me like the fiery flames
I try to retain the pain and burning
My heart is alight with yearning
So with the key I lock the secret poem in a room
It stills burns shining with the truth
Yet I feel I have hidden a fragment of my soul
That still burns to this day out of control.