To believe it
     Is to make it so
I'll watch what i think
           I think, if this is so
  Nah, couldn't be that easy
       But it shouldn't be so hard
Weren't put here to feel so queasy
           Unless I pulled the wrong card
       Which is to say it ain't my deal
     That is to say it ain't our place
            To say just what we feel                                In this perfect race
Where we spin our wheels
    I'll watch what I think
  And what I believe
         If this is so
I won't know

i loved a boy with soft lips but i felt a certain emptiness in his kiss
his mouth was made of roses
but his tongue was like the thorns underneath them
he tells all of his friends that the pain he caused me was not on purpose
but why do i see so much purpose in this pain
he'll ruin anything for the sake of another sad song
another romanticized line about something that never should have happened to begin with
he'll shatter the glass of every window his hands have ever stained
i wanted to be an open window
i wanted to let the light in
i let him trace over my patterns but i felt more ruined than anything
i thought i was a stained glass window
but i am the temple
and this is a holy place

I came back
you wouldn't believe me
Receive me as gods messenger
I saw crucifixes
You left me there on that cross
Not listening to a word I said
Left me for dead
Like the wisdom of ages
Shut in a books musty old pages.

You thought I said the kingdom of heaven was within you
It was mistranslated you are the kingdom
and this could have been heaven
If you'd worked together
But instead you sever
the ties and die
reincarnated as yourself
In a different body.

To all who have ears
and a mind which isn't blind
We are the rainbow and white light
All colours every shade
arrayed in splendour
a flame is still a flame away from the fire
It still burns and the light yearns
to burn in burning desire
We all burn for love.

i hydrate your soul,
i planted the seed, Apollos watered;
He gave the growth --
aquatic meditation.
constant continuity and grief
has drowned me out;
preparing for eternal drought.

ignoring the truth of the supreme one

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'
available worldwide: www.amazon.com/dp/1548700746

jigyasa Jul 17

oh Sun
i crave to bloom

i want to nourish myself
i want my petals to feel your grace
i wish to dip and dive elegantly
as calm currents turn to riveting ripples
and clean crisp breeze flutters my spirits

yet my roots hold tightly
an age old clasp
love them deeper than the ocean
an inexplicably intricate matter
more complex than the cosmos
protection from wind and drift
clenching me to the same reflection
and i cannot move
so i cannot bloom

dear Sun
i pray to you

Time is our master.
Beauty and ugliness,
Life and death,
Dictated by the hands of clock.
A chance occurrence in the soup.
Casual observers moving with the tide.
The paradox of free will;
Both truth and an illusion.
Consciousness reminds us we're real.
Pain and suffering grounds us to reality;
Like gravity.
Wax your board and ride the waves of existence;
Wax on,
Wax off.
Adapt and let go.
Give up control and give in to the flow...

I gave them all of my faith
because the alternative
was death.

I was afraid of God because
he loved me and I was his
- his imperfect child, in need
of divine intervention.

Did he watch
when stress caused
my hair fall out,
gathering on the drain,
by my eighteen year-old
feet?

I have been spiritually mugged;
giving up my faith to a
weaponized religion, created by
men, who wish to enslave.

Alyce Black Jun 30

When I was being made
they forgot to take
the starlight from my eyes.
I bake in sunshine
but loathe the glow.

I have familiar friends
I've left
in places I
can never go.

The gods made me
and said
She's perfect, let her be
But it seems as though
these gods
forgot to share that rationale with me.

Leo Jun 24

I don't try to die anymore, and I thought my mother would appreciate that. She's still hung up on hoping I come to know Jesus before i do die, whenever that is. What she doesn't understand is that I know Jesus well. I was Jesus. I remember the faces of the centurions in my mind as they drove sharp objects through my wrist to atone for the sins of my abuser. I remember the days entombed, when I wallowed in the darkness with festering wounds. I remember the ressurection, when the angels removed my bondage and brought me once more into the light. I suppose she has a right to worry, though. I could get in to a car accident or something.

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