I am a flower blooming,
From a crack in the sidewalk.
You do not discover the beauty,
Until you suddenly glance,
Into that crack.
Your eye doesn’t fall upon it,
Too easily.

Why would anyone purposefully glance,
Into that small, dark imperfection,
In the sidewalk anyway?
They are much too busy,
Worrying about where they are planning to place each foot,
Next.
Left,
Right,
Left,
Right.

Besides, they would rather gaze ahead,
To the perfectly placed,
Well grown, nurtured flowers.

They glow in the sunlight,
And catch your eye when you pass;
The rays causing their gorgeous colors to dance, and radiate.
The breeze blows a cool wind to pull them closer together.
You see: happiness.

As I sit in the crack,
Waiting, wishing, wondering,
Sometimes I blossom,
Sometimes I wilt.

Once in awhile,
One or two people
May be kind, or perceptive, or understanding,
Enough to give me a chance: an opportunity.

They stare fixedly,
And instead of anger,
They see potential.
Rather than hurt,
They see love.

Tomorrow is literally always a day away,
call her Laura Tomorrow make no mistake,
because as she arrives she starts to fade,
she’s thee greatest love that you’ve ever made,

and I swear to God,
I don’t mean that to sound too cliche,
‘cause her Style is so Wild,
that I don’t know how to behave,

not a master,
nor a slave,
of anyone,
other than my one fate,

intoxicated faded,
sedated medicated,
it’s amazing all the difference,
a single day did,

I thought that I’d made it,
until I found my self in an Alone Silence,
see the bigger the house the more lonely it feels,
the more window panes the more hanging curtains,

the taller the walls the smaller I feel,
dark alone not even sure what the point is,
a self created health related paranoia,
feeling mixed up was a schitzo that’s double jointed,

designed my defenses so well,
that I can’t even escape it,
built walls so tall and disguises so well,
that I can’t even recognize myself when I’m naked,

take it,
or don’t,
what’s the worth of being a genius,
if all it makes is a poem,

I’m thrown,
off the throne,
dizzy,
naked and alone,

well not alone,
but also not at home,
I try the phone but there’s no dial-tone,
then the next moment I am frozen,

can’t move,
forget the breath,
remember only the memory of a memory,
forget the rest,

no place to rest,
no rest assured,
no rest stops on the road of life,
no lines only blurs,

what has occurred,
and what was the worth,
were you given the cure,
or were you made worse,
is it better to be late,
or is it better to be first,
is it better to be paid,
or is it better to be hurt,
is it better to be said,
or written in a verse,

written in a verse,
this is the love and yeah love hurts,
we take a risk,
every time we love first,

and she’s like a dream,
dream,
dream,
dream,

dreaming of a better day,
leaving all my yesterdays,
ironic how the Brightest Lights,
can be the first to fade…

Tomorrow,
is literally always a day away,
call her Laura Tomorrow,
make no mistake,
because as she arrives,
she starts to fade,
she’s thee greatest love,
that you’ve ever made,

tomorrow,
is literally always a day away,
call her Laura Tomorrow,
make no mistake…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

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Poetry bring out something new from me
Tears are the only thing that suits me
Beyond those judgy eyes on me

I'll survive in the cold night of loneliness
They were full of gloat
I was sitting on my dark boat

That face was recognized
Who was out last night, I realized
Destiny was full of blues

Find some warm place to burrie
All those years this body was amiable
Now show your back and run , in hurry