Dreamsicle Mournings:
I mourn your
Warnings.
Early Mornings:
A thorn in my
Rosary-
I’m stuck on the
Same prayer.
I’ve torn my
White wings-
Forever falling.
Forlorn for
Rosemary.
God, get me
There.

They say past lives don’t exist
They aren’t real
We just need to hear about ourselves
It’s how we cope, just how we deal

We only exist until we don’t
DNA is why we’re “unique”
Horoscopes and the cosmos are for a mind that’s meek
We romanticize as shortcuts to answers we seek

Yet we hear great songs with our hearts
Before our ears
And every time a baby is born
Or a person dies
We shed tears

The clock never stops
even after years
Nostalgia creeps in
worse than our fears

You don’t stop getting deja vu
No matter how many nights we see the moon
It still has power in engulfing you
So plump, so bright
A big flashlight for the dark of night
The light at the end of the tunnel
A reminder of the suns return
A reason to look into the sky
A lighthouse for the nocturnal voyages

They say dreams are fragments of memory
But my dreams have shared destiny
And my friends have found rest in me
Through the idea of divinity
I’ve found the best in me

In every empty room
The wails and moans of a ghost can be heard
The remnants of yourself
Or another
Will always hurt
Until the next rebirth

Dear Douglas so wise and kind
You know you blow my mind
With your black eyes and shining bright soul
You have helped me fill a very deep hole

With knowledge and wisdom that I have absorbed
No memory of words you've spoken can be recalled
But simply a knowing of what is right and wrong
My soul rejoices and sings your song

I’m grateful beyond words to know your voice
To feel its vibration, it was my choice
To open and welcome new ideas of old
And grow and develop myself into gold

It’s like,
I’ve seen the face before,
but can’t quite place it,
it’s like,
I remember having a memory,
but can’t remember it or erase it,

face it,
the facts are basic,
some people can’t right their wrongs,
so instead of sobering up they get more wasted,

following new trends that all seem outdated,

tired,
but anxious,
wired,
but sedated,

what has happened to all out glory,
what’s become of all our greatness,
I guess we lost our identity in definitions,
and now the mirrors broken but we still have to face it,

It’s like,
I’ve seen the face before,
but can’t quite place it,
it’s like,
I remember having a memory,
but can’t remember it or erase it…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

I wake up only to fall into your galaxy-eyes;
We lived before side by side on some other planet where the dirt was pale-blue and poppies grew in every direction for miles.
We were identical to the people we are today but had different names.
I found you again; it's magic.
We'll forever keep meeting one another, I know for certain;
So don't be afraid of time and ageing; we'll never be truly gone.