My heart is taken
By no one
Love
that was so mistaken

It should be forever
Feelings
Overrated
Story like compound lever

My heart is taken
By you
Pain
every morning reawaken

Now I say whatever
Tenderness
Outlying
Not happy end altogether

Some people will never experience Berlin
Except through stories,
Have their thirst for the thrill quenched
Than by reading.
Close, but never close enough ;
I never saw that sunset,
Just the reflection of it,
And it was just as perfect.

Not all love stories have the happy ending
But that does not make them any less real
Than the real thing.

Under a blanket of 
blackest wool
tiny darting stab wounds bleed 
yellow splinters through a night sky that borrowed it's blue from the bottom of the sea.
-In the up there.
       -In the out there.
And on our wooden chairs painted crisp bay white
chipped over the years,
so the layers of paint becomes a calendar -
we sit to watch
63 moons glide gracefully,
circle daintily-
We strain our necks and whisper tightly
say the things
that move from tongues to fingertips.
Wild gestures meant to
land sooner than the bitter words.
Under the nebulae where you once
gave me a ring
which you slung round a planet
with a ladder and rope.
And you gave me a promise that's still hung round the sun
so I jump up ride it when it orbits me close.
and I'll hide in its caves when the fear-dollies chase me-
and I'll dip in the tides of bubbling foam.
In a moment of tiny,
                              of small
                                            and of sooner....
                             in a moment that's billions of miles away
so before we've been born
and before we've been lovers-
a star somewhere tucked our whole story away.
I'll find us a night cloud
thick with our longings
I'll puff up it's feathers and send it to sea.
I'll send out a hope seed
to sell to the watchmen,
only to free it when they've gone to sleep.
Yes, I'll pack it up safely and keep it's core glowing
(for hope is a thing that you never keep kept.  )
As we sit in our garden,
and we touch close our fingers
As our babies are children and those children now men.
The night scented orchid blooms urgent around us,
like small fragrant fairies that scattered below.
The 64th moon has given you passage,
she's waiting impatient, I fear you must go.
Don't look for me, darling, for I will be waiting
on the bench in the garden
where the night flowers bloom.



Sahn 5/2/15  
Thanks as always.

The stones I choose were
smooth and grey
to build a cairn
that marked the end.
So cold were they
I thought them wet
Laden with my dark regret.
As for all I could not keep,
I placed them gently, buried deep .
Frigid I
I could not thaw-
The fault was mine,
in the after all.

Sahn
01/15/17

I loved him.
I tried to give him all I could but failed.
I tried to be the *light in his world so dim
and I wanted to be the air he inhaled.

This love was one-sided.
Was I not good enough?
Was that why it was so unrequited?
Was that why you were acting so tough?

Didn't you love me?
Atleast at one point?
Why couldn't you see
that hopes tend to disappoint?

You didn't love me as much I loved you.
I tried to force my brain to believe that you did,
and I did believe that you loved me, too.
but that's just one of the many lies that you hid.

We all have our own love stories
each in different categories.
Those that didn't turn out well,
those that fell
and those who never understood
why their partner was up to no good.

We all have our sad love stories too,
including the ones we never really knew.
We all have our hearts broken
all because of each word spoken

One Day At A Time

Woke up,
at whatever the time was,
sun somewhere in the sky,
on a slow steady pace to descend under the Horizon,

no Verizon,
“Hello can you here me?”,
mic check 1 2 1 2,
this is a live recording,

writing a Futuristic Love story,
with the emotional actions we manifest,

slept,
for countless hours still I feel like I got no rest,

I get no rest,

see the problem is,

when you have nothing to lose,
to almost everything asked you’ll say “Yes,”,

“Let’s do this.”,

so now that I have a lot to lose and the write to choose,
I don’t get involved in any new business,

or rather didn’t,
but sometimes you’ve got cut ties to bad guys,
and just say “Good riddance.”,

what is this,

why did I wake up,

saw a brother at Open Mic tonight,
and even though a year had passed,
it seemed like only a night,
he asked me how I’ve been taking life,
I told him “One day at a time.”,

wanted to tell him I’d just flown back into The States,
and that this country feels like a pre apocalyptic dystopia,
reminded me kinda of a Sci-Fi flick from the 80’s,
set in 2000 and whatever,

except,
almost every Sci-Fi film,
takes place in a an ear,
that is of the Post-Apocalypse,

and herein lies the twist,

see the plot it not what you thought,
because this is actually Pre-Apocalypse,
and that notion just crossed me mind,
so I decided to write about all of this,

when I woke up,
at whatever the time was,
sun somewhere in the sky,
on a slow steady pace to descend under the Horizon,

no Verizon,
“Hello can you here me?”,
mic check 1 2 1 2,
this is a live recording…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆