I asked for you, just before you showed up
When you appeared, you got me confused
And I began to wonder, can this actually be true?

Maybe I was too lost in my imagination, and you are just indeed a figment of it

Letters became words and then sentences
and my anxiety grew deeper
Then my thought wandered, what if this is really true?

Maybe I was too lost in my past, and you were just a safe haven for me

That day approached very slowly
My wired brain began to fear the disappointment
I start to ask myself,  What if I don't like you?

Maybe I was too lost in my fears, and you were going to be too good to comprehend

Early December came like a plague
The thought of you under the same sun made me flutter
Then my heart gently pounded, as I see your face appear from the dark

You are in fact a figment of my imagination
Giving me a safe haven to shield me away from my hideous past
But somehow, You had become a reality that was too good to comprehend

Now I ask you, was I a figment of your imagination as well?
Or perhaps, that reality you were searching for?
I wonder...

Love is love,
it’s not that complicated,
Love does not care what color or *** you or your love is,
because Love is all inclusive it doesn’t discriminate,

Love is colorblind,
Love Sees No Color Love wears Cross Colours jumpers,
Love is abundant, just ask Russell Simmons or Gloria Carter,
or her baby Jay Z or anyone else who is an authentic Lover,

Love is unconditional & it’s available to everyone,
regardless of class social status religion region or color,

it’s okay to feel good, smile you deserve it,
dedicate yourself to love, believe me it’s worth it,

you get what you give so give 100%,

remember to forget & forgive them, even if they’re not perfect,
because no person walking this earth’s surface is,
but you can still find yourself a good girlfriend or boyfriend,
as long as you’re willing to work with them,
& you two can still be your own version of Bonnie & Clyde,
can still be in love & serve them with services,

there’s wisdom in these verses here,
modern day scriptures for gangstas & hipsters,
they don’t call him LaLux or J-Hova for nothing,
no fronting true strength requires no crutches or addictions,

just enough Dedication as Lil Wayne to get to 10,000 hours,
as laid out well by Macklemore or Malcolm Gladwell’s Outliers,

a Master of Self a ******* from Hell,
***** as hell but he cleans up well
I own all my Master,
you should probably own yours as well,

well,
the floods are coming, there’s some prophecy for you,
either ride the Tidal wave or get washed straight away,
washing the straight leg green jeans clean so there’s no proof,

only proof is us see our success & ourselves are Self Evident,
only witness God won’t testify against our business interest,
the evidence is obvious see we are all sovereign entities,
you are your own country so you are your own president,
a one person army a one person president,
who roams the whole globe everywhere’s their residence,
channelling these visions into verses of the present tense,
told you before I’m not a business man I’m a business, man...

Smile is continued in THHT3...

∆ LaLux ∆

an excerpt from poem #24 of
THHT3: The Hollywood Hills Trilogy 3
available on Amazon here:
www.amazon.com/dp/1950780023

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