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Alaina Moore Dec 2018
I am so afraid of becoming White Collar Micheal.
He likes to act like his life is so hopelessly blightful, because his name is White Collar Micheal.
On the weekend, he throws on a tie-dye.
Goes from Business Man, to Mr. Nice Guy?
Deep down you know it's a facade, aka,
Your big life's a big lie.  
He does so many uppers you may as well call it the tweekend.
He fills his mind with illusions of grandeur.
I look at him and think "you need to be a man first."
Instead of filling my head with candy and dreams, I face my demons.
And it's utterly delightful because I know I will never become a
White Collar Micheal.
Full disclosure, I didn't write this poem. It was written by my Husband - still working on a pen name.
Aaron LaLux Sep 2017
Inspirational passions,
passin’ in the Fast Lane actin’ dready no Andretti no crashin’,
cashin’ bowls and buying vowels,
moving bowels from full plates No Alex Trabek no rations,

no talkin’ trash wheels spinning no traction,
no mackin’ all in ******* heavy weight UFC non-stop action,

this is angry aggression mixed with considerate compassion,
this is six men on six horses at 6pm screamin’ six guns blastin’,
through an actual galaxy of factual fallacies,
with cash counting kings and hash smokin’ assassins,
killin’ the villains and other shady characters,
to protect the women and children from the lawless badmen,

and those that know know and those that don’t don’t,
so there’s no need to was time askin’,
all knowns shown through prose and poem,
the words your eyes have heard are everything that happens,

well then,

welcome if you come in peace please have a piece of the pie,
high as Heaven on Cloud 9 in line with inspirational passions,
thought we’d escaped and found a way out,
but instead found outt we’d be summoned back in,

Inspirational passion,
passin’ in the Fast Lane actin’ dready no Andretti no crashin’,
cashin’ bowls and buying vowels,
moving bowels from full plates No Alex Trabek no rations,

no talkin’ trash wheels spinning no traction,
no mackin’ all in ******* heavy weight UFC non-stop action,

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

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Aaron LaLux Oct 2016
Lost in the zone,
found my home,
here where the heart is,
all of us are artist,
we are what is,
flashy as club lights,
do some good tonight,
responsible for,
the betterment of,
everything love,
Love,
I love you,
Love,
love our world,
love this club,
love this love,
love Will’s pearls,
sure
we are,
whatever you want to call us,
sure,
I am,
the poet for this generation,

illuminating our dark hearts,
with infinite interpretations,

destination,
here,
where everything is an offering,
need a new language,
because this one’s too frustrating,
a rush crazy,
can’t believe we made it,
to the top of the top,
got,
everything I ever envisioned,
World War 3,
or Wold Wide Peace,
what it’s going to be is your decision,

in this,
Matrix we made it,
saying,
we are energy that’s infinite,

we are,
all of,
everything,
in this club of love,

let’s get together,
up to get down,
or down to get up,
either way around,

it doesn’t matter,
lights like stereotypes shatter,
all preconceived notions,
of what really matters,

life is,
what we write with,
a life that’s,
a trip like,
the lights that flash,
past,
back,
in this club,
where we light everything,
and get high off the love.

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Club love

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