First things first,
When problems can't seem to get worse,,
An unmistakable feeling of despair & lack of courage,
Comes forth,
Before unbearable growing thoughts burst,

Here is a bit of friendly advice,
I know a marvelous church,
Where they praise and rejoice,
With the utmost love,
All in the name of Christ,

Let me tell you about their devout leadership
What could it hurt?
Pastors preach with guidance of the Holy Spirit,
Along with practicing,
Each and every aspect of the word,

You couldn't begin to fathom or explain,
How they constantly remain selfless,
Willing to help no matter day, night, sun or rain,
Without the slightest pinch of selfishness,

Don't think for a minute,
That they could ever be replaced,
It would be the same as a car without an engine,
What good is the body, if it has no face,

Hope this brings some people to a realization,
About the things I'm hesitant to mention,
Such as my life being plauged by the devil's terrorization,
Until they helped save my soul with nothing but Devine Intervention,

To all facing complication and tribulations
Be it from fear of revelation,
Maybe a wealth situation,
Something as serious as health degeneration,
Students struggling with education frustration,
Feelings of isolation due to lack of affirmation,
Or difficulty coping a separation of relation,

Seek solace and consolation,
Because the truth is that it's all God's intention,
Including our pastors helping guide us to our final destination,
Finally bringing unification,

Let us show our appreciation,
By displaying gratification for those who lead our congregation,
For unimaginable amounts of their dedication
Best of all is their aspiriation,
To do all they can to help us find peace in salvation,

With that being said I want to thank them,
They are loved in the fullest,
They deserve nothing less,
Than a standing ovation,

-Ajm

Sometimes through the silence
the loudest voice can be heard
speaking directly to your heart
just take the time to listen close  
gently knocking on your door
kindly asking would you let me in ?

A Gift of Sleeplessness
Jackson Ercil Evans


It is another sleepless night
But tonight I hear the sky
Calling out my name
Maybe it was her voice
That had been denying me my sleep

It is supposed to be a familiar scene
As I emerge from the same house
And onto the same street
But I’ve never seen the trees
Dripping poetry like they are tonight

The stars travel their life’s worth
To shine for me tonight
They bring with them my memories
As I recall the different men
Who have lived under my name, under these stars

I give the stars one more man tonight
Sitting on the curb
Under the orange street light
And for a moment I foolishly think
That this man is alone

But with my head tilted back
To see those loving stars
With open arms and open palms
I see that beauty and feel that love
And I know that we are one

Remember Your Self [3]

I don’t write because I want to, it’s not exactly pleasurable,
I write because I have to, it’s an addiction, it’s compulsory,
I write because someone’s got to document the events of us,
& our experiences in the collective epoch in this living history,

this whirlwind life that’s such a rush of blurs it’s obscured,
especially in a place as stimulating as Hollywood,
where it’s all too easy to get lost in the intoxicating limelights,
especially when ego strokes are handed out free-of-charge,
expensive tastes are paid, constant cheap thrills are supplied,
there’s an open bar complete with complimentary bottles,
models that’re gorgeous, fortunes that’s enormous sized,
inside are pop chart artists, lots of toxins for thirsty nostrils,
plus encore nights, because you always get the hottest invites,
to the most exclusive events to party with American idols,

but in the sauce of all that awesomeness,
try not to forget yourself & get lost in it,
see Hollywood can certainly be good for your ego,
but can also be bad for your health & often is,

Hollywood,
where people don’t care who you are, only what you are,

Hollywood,
where people only care about you as long as it feeds their ego,
even though one must starve the ego to feed the soul,
they should know, you must starve the ego to feed the soul.

Though it seems these days we’ve got it all backwards,
we feed the ego while starving the soul,
see these superficial feelings are only emotional actors,
our selves are the stage & they’re just playing their roles,

kinda like when you think it’s me that you’re holding,
but in reality it’s just my body it’s not my soul you hold,

oh I’m first to admit I see all of this, but I’m not an Apologist,
so I don’t apologize, see I’m an Emotional Anthropologist,
so I write words with no apologies to try & describe all of this,
for all of us in the form of Poetic Literary Ambiance Lists,

I write these soulful love letters, to our future past selves,
so hopefully we can remember to remember the memories,
& in turn remember remember our selves,
& that’s why I write these literary anthropologies,

I don’t write because I want to, it’s not exactly pleasurable,
I write because I have to, it’s an addiction, it’s compulsory,
I write because someone’s got to document the events of us,
& our experiences in the collective epoch in this living history..

∆ LaLux ∆

from THHT3: The Hollywood Hearts Trilogy vol. 3
available worldwide 9/9/19

2.9.

~Torn tears
Tearing through
  The broken pieces
A Artist lives in~


Sun rises break
in my 3:15
dreams
Shattered glass
and
Stained hearts
Bitter sweet are
the memories
of the ways I
maintained
the bruises you
left me

A broken pretty
reflects in the
eyes of a new
beauty

Bare skin
and
Skeletons
are becoming
my best company

Feeling lighter
I light up the
last cigarette
you gave me

Inhaling
your name
Only exhaling  
so I can inhale
you again

I forgot how
good your
rhythm felt

I always forget

How good it
felt
to be the
pleasure
of The Gods
and My Men
It’s tempting
so tempting
with their
bad
intentions

I’m just a
magical event
You can get
wild with
I thought only
The Devil could
get me that wet
Feeling blessed
by the feathers
found in my bed

And if you would
let me love you
Well
that’s exactly
what I would
of tried to do

But my love
has become
as cold as
the midnights
who have lost
their moons

The lace of
lovers tell
captivating
stories with
their satin
bodies and
silk scars

~Welcome to Heaven
  Avoid it if you can ~

Meet me in the kiss of angels, where I hide the treasures of eternal life. Meet me in Heaven at midnight, Lord God. Come and You shall see me naked, my soul is evaporating in the skies and made one with the light of Your majestic love. How gratifying are the churches where my prayers hide, they suffused my floral flavours and made my love one and the same with the absolute.  Let the celestial kiss take a bath in our imperial delight. My angels sink in Your golden graces. Let me fly in circles to paint the portrait of Your beauty. Let me fly till the end of times and then come back on Earth.

Everyone's been talking about how
the universe will either expand
indefinite cold star death
or collapse and then repeat itself

meanwhile i'm a slave proper
in every sense of the word physical
bound to the elements hunger
a criminal for speaking my thoughts aloud

a loud or a soft noise unheard
unseen and unknown and unthinkable
still I would try to define it
humanity, always effing the ineffable

i'm one and apart and the same all the same
the universe cloaked in name after name
every man and woman a star
in their own drama melodrama how dramatic

i am in a word addict
again you might say i'm back at it
rhyming with rhythm but static
sense or nonsense and i've had it