I wonder what you’d call it,
it as in this this life this waking dream,
this moment in time where feel we feel like we’re fallin’,
this feeling that we are everything,

how have you been,
how will you be,
stumbling around in my own cloud,
until I rain upon the sea,

sea,
we humans are messed up,
but it’s a beautiful chaos,
and that’s why I don’t give up,

live up,
to no one’s exceptions,
exceed all preconceived notions,
of what it means to make it,

I don’t call the enemy’s camp Hate,
even when it’s full of Haters,
this is a Love campaign,
it is not a status,

see I call the enemy,
The Darkness of Ignorance,
which is the opposite of Illuminati,
which is lit up in brilliance,

none of this is happenstance,
none of this is randomness,
there is an equation,
which add up to all of this,

this,
this,
this I don’t know what to call it,
this as in it,

I wonder what you’d call it,
it as in this this life this waking dream,
this moment in time where feel we feel like we’re fallin’,
this feeling that we are everything…

∆ LaLux ∆

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Big Brother probably has me blackmailed,
for something I did in practically a past life,
never was one for playing the back field,
always more than kinda liked the spotlight,

plus I was comfortable it,
look how smooth I moved,
a fine guy a good man,
a bad boy but a cool dude,

not the type to stress you out,
or mess about and be rude to you,
nope no ma’am not him so how,
did they blackmail him oh well boo hoo,

can’t cry over spilt guilt,
can’t die over pet regrets,
you’ll survive that’s why they call it will,
not Smith’s kid but gifted yet no stress I’m set,

so let them watch me,
if anything they’re probably protecting me,
the New World Order has to have a face,
call me The Not So Anonymous Conglomerate of Everything,

stop freaking out everything’s fine,
and I can’t think of anything to do about it but type,
maybe make love do a few drugs,
then get back to the grind,

lost my mind,
tell me have you seen it,
it’s dark in here and there are cobwebs,
call me a cab I don’t have to be convinced I mean it,

Jesus,
Mary and Joseph,
I wouldn’t even believe I wrote this,
if I wasn’t the one that was there when He wrote this,

he as in me but anyways,
it doesn’t matter nothing does these days,
might flash a wave as we roll by on the freeway,
but other than that I don’t have much free time,

wanna know a not so abstract fact about Yours Truly,
sure why not let’s get to the plot of this movie,
I’m still living with my regrets,
can’t shake em like an ocean swim and I’m still wet,

this might not be a movie but it definitely feels like a movie set,

I guess,
all these screens I’m seeing these days has me confused,
I don’t know the real me nor do I know the real you,
I mean I thought I liked you but then I met YouTube,
and now well I just don’t have time hope I’m not being too rude,

it’s just these days I spend more time on computers than I do on you,

or with you,
and I’m sorry it seems it’s easier not to care,
go out this days and see Fifty Shades of Gray,
but not the shades that come with underwear,

the shades,
that come with disconnection,
as what used to be turn on tune in drop out,
begins getting spun in the opposite direction,

drop in turn out and turn off,
and this is the part,
where I don’t know if I should continue,
or if I should just stop,

so I stop,
don’t want to do anything I’d regret,
because I know They would love to blackmail me,
and they would’ve already if they had something to blackmail me with,

but they don’t having anything to use against me yet,
as I squint my eyes and focus on the TV set,
okay it’s not a TV it’s a computer but what’s the difference,
gosh this has been one heck of a ride are we there yet,

I give up let’s get going,
I’m ready to get off this ride,
leave this confused amusement park,
maybe go for a five day trek outside,

camp under countless stars,
lay on my back and gaze at the sky,
where I can be safe and at peace from the breath of the beast,
no screens nor cameras no intrusive spying prying eyes,

just myself with the Creator,
“Thank God I’m Alive!”,
then take another breath in and end with,
“Peace To All See You On The Other Side.”,

hi,
I too am in this experimental life,
please remind me of your name,
and enlighten me as to why we’re alive,

Big Brother probably has me blackmailed,
for somethings I possibly did in a past life,
never was one for playing the back field,
always more than kinda liked the spotlight…

∆ LaLux ∆

2017 Self Manifestation

It’s 2017,
publishing my 7th book this year,
probably my 8th as well,
it’s 2017,

this is the year of Self Manifestation,
of the Personal-Realization of Other’s Existences,
even though it still feels like this is a Still Dream Matrix,
and somehow I’m on the side of The Resistance,

except I’m not resisting,
I’m going with the flow,
so when someone asks me if we’re living in a Dream world,
I just shrug my shoulders shake my head and say “I don’t know.”,

but really,
I suspect that we are,
but I’m a suspicious person by nature,
but maybe I’m wrong,

maybe no one is out to get you,
maybe you’re your own worst enemy,
maybe you’re your own best friend,
maybe nothing exists not even maybes,

don’t call me Baby,
don’t be so cliche,
this isn’t 1900 whatever,
this is 2017,

It’s 2017,
publishing my 7th book this year,
probably my 8th as well,
it’s 2017,

this is the year of Self Manifestation,
of the Personal-Realization of Other’s Existences,
even though it still feels like this is a Still Dream Matrix,
and somehow I’m on the side of The Resistance,

and at the same time also corporately complicit,
completely addicted to my electronic devices,
in fact the fact is the way I act you could say my devices are my vices,
see these days we don’t worship Isis we worship Apple and all that iSh!t hypeness,

that’s right isn’t it kid,
now go on now run along and tell ‘Ol Father Time,
that it’s 2017 and even though it’s almost the end of the line we’re doing just fine,
still writing away otherwise wasted time combining divine lines and making it all rhyme,

I’m,
publishing my 7th book this year,
probably my 8th as well,
it’s 2017…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

from the # best selling poetry book '777'
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Things are quite rocky in today's world wouldn't you say?
Hate is growing stronger, as a consequence love is waxing cold day by day.
Celebrities are securing riches while the rest of the world succumbs into sickness.

Everyday Americans are going into foreclosure, others can't obtain jobs to pay their monthly dues. There's even a battle on the news based on who has the right to use a particular bathroom. Simultaneously there's millions of homeless people starving and sleeping on the streets.

Meanwhile it's breaking news that Beyonce is having twins!
Still, we never hear CNN mention the pedophiles that were arrested in California. Which resulted in 450+ arrests and counting, the veil has been lifted if you have open eyes to look.


There, there you can go back to sleep now... Continue dreaming about Beyonce's twins.

ElectroShock Therapy


Minor doses of,
electroshock therapy,
typing on a keyboard,
hysterically,

my fingers hurt,
numb could just fall off,
but I keep writing and writing and writing,
applause of,
the crowd,
passively observing,
as I twitch from the EMFs,
that hit in micro-doses that they’re serving,

constructing scripts,
at a pace that’s constant,
do what you feel is real,
because the rest is just nonsense,

on then,

on with the show,
tribal techno,
rapid slow mo,
ready or not here we go…

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

Volume 1
The H Trilogy
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So not only are you getting an epic book of poetry,
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