Yeah lost as a Ghost without a haunt,
I’ll be the first to admit it,
see my whole life whatever I want,
I just go out and get it,

got a great view from the attic,
in this mansion that’s possessed,
it sits on all the land we’ve acquired and in general the Ghouls are good here,
our Souls aren’t negative this isn’t Poltergeist or The Exorcist,

this is,
the Time to focus on the moment at hand,
this is,
the time to resurrect your Self so you can executively enact and execute your plans…

when,
oh when,

when,
will we be able to fully express,
without,
the hesitation that comes with his,

I’ll be the first to admit that I made some mistakes,
if you’ll at least take a second to honor second that,
then maybe I can slow down take a break from the fast lane,
and move in forward motion in a manner that’s effortless,

yeah I’m lost as a Spirit is,
when He loses the House he was haunting,
yes Redemption can unlock the Exit Doors from Samsara,
but that rode from Perdition to Redemption can be daunting,

especially when traveling with memories from past lives that’re still haunting,

I’m on things,
obviously ornery,
not at all ordinary,
or in any way boring,

I’m on things,

I’m on these things these days,
and I don’t know which is worse the drugs or the stress,
and I really do like like like my girlfriend too,
but to tell the you the truth the One I’m actually in love with is my Ex,

she’s the best,
gave me the Emerald on my hand,
didn’t even know how much it was worth,
even when my jeweler friend appraised it at a few grand,

****,
it’s amazing to be so blessed that’s for sure,
I love that I have a love that is priceless,
and I’m not talking about the Ring I’m talking about Her,

She’s worth more than a whole fortune,
not only priceless but also undefinable,
and I’m intrigued by her origin,
because she seems timeless and at the same time well defined like a diamond in gold,

oh and I know,
that usually I feel stressed and confused,
but when I’m with Her,
the only thing I feel is boundless bliss and ecstatic truth,

living Life like I’ve got nothing to lose,
because the only thing I don’t want to lose is you,

and I love every moment we’re together,
I love when we become One from Two,
even though every time we’re together,
our separation always comes too soon,

and every time we’re together,
I’m praying that Death doesn't come too soon,

because sometimes,
I miss you even when you’re here,
and I’m willing to go to the ends of the earth for you,
I don’t care where just spin the compass and point and we’ll go there,

We,
can,
be,
together,

We as in Us,
You as in Her,
Us as in what We are,
because we can never go back to be what we were,

and I don’t know what I’ve even saying anymore,
because all the clearly defined lines I used to use to define theses lines have totally blurred,

and maybe that’s why I told you before,

I’m lost as a Ghost without a haunt,
I’ll be the first to admit it,
see my whole life whatever I want,
I just go out and get it,

got a great view from the attic,
in this mansion that’s possessed,
it sits on all the land we’ve acquired and in general the Ghouls are good here,
our Souls aren’t negative this isn’t Poltergeist or The Exorcist,

this is,
the Time to focus on the moment at hand,
this is,
the time to resurrect your Self so you can executively enact and execute your plans…

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

A lone figure in the moonlight, a child with a future so bright
Altered beyond recognition when fire and storm collide
Created by a chemical reaction with every change of tide
Alas! An alchemy, maybe that's what it is
But what have we in here?
Its head held high,
Wasps flies every time it says Aye!
Ready to sting every inch of thy skin
Eyes in the middle, its gaze will surely make you fiddle
Blood runs rancid on its veins
Circulating its every inch
But beneath its chest is a golden treasure that you can't even measure
A creation of Frankenstein, a monster in disguise
The child in the shadows who is ready to tell you lies
Face it with all your might or run and take your flight

Writing is my outlet,
My emotions are the charger.
I am an old Nokia.
I have endured pain
And hardships in life.
I have watched everyone
Else advance while I am
Left behind.
Everyone remembers me,
But no one really cares anymore.
Everyone knows who I am,
But no one wants me.
I'm no longer good enough.

to discover that strain of silence
i avoid as if plague born and sworn
claim to take shape and root
like the pathways of my veins,
drinking from my mortal heart  
so now i gaze as if with eyes born  
with the light of unnamed stars,
wind trace forgotten sigils on my skin,
fingers touch and trace as if laced
with the kiss and embrace of desire.  

i would be grateful, and speak,  
as only love between pen and paper
fresh and wet with ink or with blood,
the name of the altar for this naked fire  

but there has only been silence
now i claim for my own, and all  
this silence seek is only silence,  
born to spawn to feed and breathe  
an infinity of itself and in between.

you could have chosen
exile or as a lone passenger
in the transport of time
across vast waters to an isle
uncharted in any map;
kept as a secret, like the poetry
you wrote and i read without
knowing it kissed and caressed
more than just my name and face.  

naked as we were even before  
the dark where we peeled  
from each other’s skin and touch
the cold and dust of yesterdays,
it must have been terrifying to dare
against a fate lonely and beautiful,
still, with an elemental force that raced
to bind wind and sky from north to south
you declared that i, a prisoner of wonder
to how it must be to be loved by you
be set free.  

for this reason, and perhaps only this  

my eyes will always seek and trap the light
for the harvest offered when to you again i gaze,
a pilgrim to the province of memory
where everything that persists: streets,
gardens, houses under the stars
breathes and whispers of you and only you,
as lips will move while my tongue trace  
each syllable of your known and secret name
until for last breathe this mortal heart.