Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Breeze-Mist Apr 2017
Spring has many calling signs
Like flowers and birds and sun
Or getting home to find
Thirty cars at your neighbor's for fun

For every spring and summer
The family across the street
Plays mariachi louder than a speaker
With their entire extended family to greet
The car problem is not helped by the house being in a cul de sac...
Aaron LaLux Mar 2017
Mad Man

A made man,
a mad man,
but no I’m not mad and,
I’m dreaming of scheming up a brand new grand plan,
as in,
a glad plan,
to be happy and not mad when,
people act bad as I suppose sometimes just happens,

and that’s when,
words find their way into your heart,
hatred hits the light and dissolves,
and we see the matrix coming apart,

this is the definition of The Beautiful Art that we are,
hope there’s enough diamonds in this dirt,
to make the dirt worth this much work,
the effort is worth it when we’re on the Ark.

We are the Art…

We are all art,
this is all art,
******* a kiss,
don’t waft me a ****,

oh sorry not sorry,
was that a bit retart,
or rather retarted,
did we have a rough start,
should we just restart it,

because I’m late,
a bit tardy but not hardly sorry,
because it’s better to be a day late,
than a dollar short and that word to Charlie,

hardy,
but not sorry,
see we don’t care,
not even hardly,

we don’t care,
as we buzz by like shooting stars,
let them stare,
young starlet’s go numb from the fun on the heart,

I know where you’re at and can tell where you’re from,
just from the scars that you wear,
no time for small talk let’s take a tall glass and a long walk,
see the road is long but if we stay strong and get along we’ll get there,

don’t be scared of offensive truths if we have to we’ll take it there,

see there be no PC for my Bee Gees,
we’re Staying Alive staying live just to survive,
How deep is your love love,
tell me will I hit bottom if I jump in from a swan dive?

It’s Saturday Night,
and I’ve got a fever of Celsius 69,
been spending Too Much Time in Heaven,
It’s hot up here on Cloud Nine that close to the Sunshine,

see I’m,
making references to musical preferences,
Bee Gees Staying Alive,
How Deep Is Your Love Saturday Night,

but I’m probably just sounding like a mad man,
because you’re probably to young to get it they miss the reference,
so I sound like someone who believes they’re right even when they’re wrong,
but are just are too stubborn to admit it as a confession,

every mistake can be a lesson,
listen I’ll tell you what the difference is,
if you learn from a mistake,
you turn what a mistake was into what a lesson is,

you don’t learn from a mistake,
but you learn from a lesson,
see honestly it obviously seems,
that that’s the only significant difference,

tell me what the difference is,
between genius and insanity,
honestly it’s only a few million,
self made man so what can they tell me?

A made man,
a mad man,
but no I’m not mad and,
I’m dreaming of scheming up a brand new grand plan,
as in,
a glad plan,
to be happy and not mad when,
people act bad as I suppose sometimes just happens,

and that’s when,
words find their way into your heart,
hatred hits the light and dissolves,
and we see the matrix coming apart,

this is the definition of The Beautiful Art that we are,
hope there’s enough diamonds in this dirt,
to make the dirt worth this much work,
the effort is worth it when we’re on the Ark.

We are the Art…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
ADS Mar 2017
Some people live in a box called home
Some people drive around in a box
Some people think inside the box
Some people feel trapped inside a box
Don't get trapped inside your box
You are not a square

You are a beautiful circle
A circle full of life
A circle that gives and takes
A circle that loves and receives love
A circle that thinks outside of the box
A circle that sometimes get trapped in a box
A circle that realizes everything eventually comes full circle
Just an interesting idea I thought of. I feel like so many people get trapped inside their emotions that they forget about everything that makes them unique.
Crystal Peterson Feb 2017
Life owes us nothing but the promise of being interesting.
Breeze-Mist Jan 2017
Who ever knew that
Wikipedia links could
Only be Plato's
Https://xefer.com/Wikipedia
Blossom Jan 2017
Blood boils hot in my veins
Begging for a release of this pain
I see your face wearing a grin
Its about time I wiped it away
Fists up, sloppy right hook
But still I stand my ground
I'm not backing down
Not now or ever again

You shout and yell
try to make me afraid
But I stay standing still
silent and brave
Im winning this round today
-today was... interesting-
Aaron LaLux Nov 2016
Everywhere I go,
there are too many pillows,
and I’m not complaining I’m just saying,
it’s like I’m living inside some sort of reality show,

so far gone out of our minds into these experiences we go,

in the pursuit of happiness,
we catch the wave go with the flow and away we go,

so,
certain of nothing,
living,
the dream one nightmare at a time,

writing,
these words,
right after she’s left me,
like everything we experienced was just a dream,

or so it seems,

met amongst the sweat and steam,
of some thermal baths,
on the Buda side,
of Budapest,

bubbles whipped into a froth,
wandering but not lost,
feeling like a God,
gone but not forgot,

at this sacred sanctuary,
on the Buda side of Budapest,
I’m a runaway still on the run,
so sanctuaries like this are where I do rest,

in the pursuit of happiness,

some call it a challenge I call it a quest,

life is a lesson it is not a test,

losers say no while winners say yes,

Yes,

on the Buda side,
of Budapest,
this was the setting,
in which we met,

she was with her friend,
a lesbian from ******,
that’s an island in Greece,
for those that don’t know,

she happened to be a poet too,
so naturally we vibed well,
because when two or more poets get together,
it feels like we’re part of the artist cartel,

we got those emotions if you need them,
come on over and get your fix,
just a little motivation,
a rest stop a re-up on the road to happiness,

in the pursuit of happiness,

we have plenty of experiences,
we roll dice and take chances,
life itself is a gamble we all lose,
because nobody gets out of here alive,

I invited,
her and her friend to dinner,
they accepted so we met up,
a few hours later,

the plan was to go out to one of the ruins bars,
get some beers or whatever,
instead we ended up climbing a bridge,
and watching the lights of the city in all their grandeur,

fast forward,
we’re back at my place,
making love on a bed,
Baraka streaming from the projector screen,
onto the white wall between the floor and high ceiling,
melting reeling shaking grasping releasing,
feeling like two entire universes for the first time meeting,
she was coming I was going letting go at the same time holding,
it’s funny how sometimes a good grip can feel so freeing,
flying high lying down she’s riding me she’s coming now,
she’s Greek a Goddess call her Athena I mean this wow,
I’m surfing Her wave like Poseidon a titan live at the Apollo,
an all mighty Aphrodite laying down but not sleeping no Hypnos,

so high so fly,
feels like there’s wings coming outta my head,
she’s still on top of me so I turn her over on the bed,
to find a tattoo on her neck and here is what it read,

“Pursuit of Happiness”,

in words written in cursive,
this is beyond ironic,
this is cosmic this is honest,
this is a comet crashing into earth this is God meets Goddess,

on this,
earth,
we made love,
like some things still matter,

like,
something,
still,
mattered,

in this,
bed,
we made love,
like no things still matter,

like,
nothing,
still,
mattered,

as Baraka,
continued to play,
onto the tall white wall,
from the projector from which it projected,

and in that instant,
something mattered and nothing mattered,
everything mattered mad as a hatter,
free as a God in Greece in a moment perfectly captured,

as she lays here,
in this moment out of time,
an alchemist creating bliss from the pain,
painting the perfect picture,

this is more than a poem this is living scripture,

we are creating emotional paintings,
we are Gods and wherever we our is our Mt. Olympus,
as we travel on and write down our experiences,
so others can live through our words in a way that’s vicarious,

we carry this,
torch and stay on the course in the pursuit of happiness.

And everywhere we go,
there are too many pillows,
and I’m not complaining I’m just saying,
it’s like I’m living inside some sort of reality show,

so far gone out of our minds into these experiences we go,

in the pursuit of happiness,
we catch the wave go with the flow and away we go…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

09/09/16
That REEL Life
Mims Nov 2016
i wasn't as interesting as you believed me to be.
and now you're gone.
Brandon Crandell Oct 2016
What is it about life that's so unique
Life started from things like creeks
Mostley for our human beings
Messopitamia
The first civilization
First signs of humans gathering in cooperation
Not fully but close enough
Primitives and cavemen had it tough
But we evolved
Developning a massive frontal lobe what's the cost
Greed, sympathy, and other emotions
Things like Rationilization gets put into motion
Humans rule the earth above the dirt
Our world even in deserts
What we create puts other things lives at stake
This can be set by just a handshake
Deforestation for human creation for city's and things like weather stations
Each individual is what's inside or their skull
Our body's and flesh are like a bowl
Holding us in place keeping us safe
But each one of us has Our fate
Have faith people say till they're red in the face but death happens to all that's no mistake
Maybe one day electricity can keep us alive
Electrical waves shot through out brains keeping everything working alive when we should have died
Would it decompose slow over time or would the electricity keep it in line
I gues we will have to wait some time
The answers are somewhere
Maybe
Am I the only one who thinks it's amazing
Life's a miracle the way we are it's gotta be
We can walk talk preform labotomys
What other animals can do half of what we can do it's crazy nobody understands
Its crazy even down to our hands
Neurological pathways nerve endings
Like
****
We don't even understand what we are
Medical experiments have come far
From Icepick labotomys to controlled autopsys and mri's
There's a whole world out there past Our eyes
Life's a journey so buckle up for the ride
Mandi Drake Jul 2016
Do you even like my poetry?
Does it sound good to you?
What about it sounds good to you?
An inside glimpse into my head...
Does it even make sense?
This inside glimpse?
Stop trying to answer questions with questions.
Why do you like reading it?
What else?
Why am I doing this?
So I can show people how I feel...
So I can express things...
In a way you can understand...?
But tell me why you want to hear
What I have to say/wtite...
I know that I'm being ridiculous.
Are you actually interested in what I'm thinking?
Are you, though?
Next page