You are a silly boy, a guy  I am glad I know.
You stay in chains, but your head's never on low.
" You are no one, cause you are  strange" the folks say.
Come over here, I wanna teach you live my way.

I wanna tell you how to dream, to reach the edge, to go beyond.
I wanna have a rebel, to never do what the big brother told.
So I reach out for you, get you having fun when it is full moon.
So I try and take your hand, get you listening to wind's tune.

I wanna hear you  talking nonsense again , so I can try and maybe understand.
I wanna get flying in the winter sky, get ourselves off the land.
Just take your time and don't stop being so gracefully  strange.
One day they weirdos hit big. That day all life will change

What's up
  You are asleep
Or maybe you was captured by a giant yodeling ant eater
  ****
That some crazy **** that flew out of my fingers
  I'm a wizard
One of a kind
Pef
Pooof
Still the same....
I used to talk to stoves
  But now I got this painting  Quietly Sitting inside an upside down hourglass
Twiddling my thumbs rotating my cancer in my hand  
I got this musical Notes playing out of this clever earmuff
So soothing that I fall into a slipped universe
Got these pictures on my wall
  Shows what the past looked like sometimes it just speaks to you  and manipulates you  just like a painting

-Paul R Hensley |||

Ode To Self!

I am stuck today,
I have no mouth!..

Out side this box
I have to solve the rubix cube!..

Why can't I evolve,
Why can't I evolve!..

Why do stars explode?
How can people explode?
How can baby puppies explode?
Why am I talking about explosions?

What do you even call this?
I'm just one fish in this fishing bowl it seems..

Do you want to hear a joke?
Okay,
  You ready ?
Okay,
This whole thing is a joke!!...

-Paul Hensley |||

Worthless, hopeless. All alone.
A rogue wished to get gone.
He made it out of house at night.
Then one saw a raven in moonlight.

It spoke "One should come with me.
I know the place you'll call home, you see.
There is a village hidden in the northern ice.
Rogue live there in secret, and the place is nice."

So rogue followed the raven through the city.
And a forest they reached, covered in winter's beauty.
A woman waited for them out there in the snow.
And seven more teens came here. Also rogues, you know.

The woman began to dance. Wind have taken'em far away.
And they found themselves  on an iceberg."This is Eupho. This way."
And woman guided them to a small house. And inside they found stairs.
Down they came. So they entered the city of Albino, and it's got many layers.

And so, there they live, hidden from world, with people weird just as are.
So many rogues found home here, as it's tunnels are big, ending to far.
And every single one of the rogues artist in this or another way.
And they live in balance, having their fun and sharing their art each day.

I open my eyes,
to The End of one of the Lord of The Rings movies,
not sure which one,
because honestly I haven’t seen any of them,

I’ve met Elijah Wood though,
several times,
can’t say we’re the closest of friends,
but we do know each other,

I find it such a strange sight to wake up to considering where I’m currently at in the world,

The End of one of the Lord of The Rings films,
there’s a round wooden door right before the film fades out,
and even though I haven’t seen the films I’ve been to New Zealand,
and know a Hobbit house when I see one,

I turn the screen off,
I’m on a bus in Myanmar,
it’s supposed to be a VIP bus,
but I don’t feel Very Important,

still dwelling on past relationships,
like the one that I had with a young Hollywood Star,
I loved her honestly I did,
but sometimes you can not save someone from themselves,

I watched in horror,
as she turned from Starlet to Harlot,
from overnight success,
to plain as day failure,

she used to be such a Turn On,
until she became a Turn Off,
I told her she should turn in,
instead she just got turned out,

it’s too bad,
I guess not much I can do about it,
I’m just a Lost Poet from the Lost City of Angeles,
I am not God nor am I a Savior,

I’m from the city,
where every Wonderful Dream,
is built upon,
a thousand Horrible Nightmares,

I try to close my eyes to get some rest,
I’ve got a long flight in the morning,
Yangon to Kuala Lumpur,
a rendezvous with a friend on an island,

and it’s already been a long day,
so some sleep would be most appreciated,
but I’ve lost a lot of sleep to dreams,
and this night is no acceptation,

I’m tired yet wired like always sleepwalking in a daydream,

I open my eyes again,
to The Beginning of The Sixth Sense,
Bruce Willis is just waking up,
rubbing his eyes I feel like him,

which is actually relevant,
since I am good friends with his daughter,
wrote her a birthday poem and read it to her,
at her Birthday party at her mom’s house,

real life seems so surreal sometimes,

my mind drifts,
between past regrets and future hopes,
trying to move past regrets and into a future of hope,
and we all want to think we know the answers but really nobody knows,

so we explore,
the lands of the World and the minds of the Man,
in hopes of discovering,
some Great Secret that will set us all free,

well I’ve got news for you,
I’ve been revealed a great secret,
and the commonly believed great secret,
is that there is no Great Secret,

still I want to know,
and so I ask this question,
if we are really living in a Matrix,
then who programmed the Programmers,

now before you call me crazy,
let me allow you to refer to Elon Musk,
who recently said in an interview,
that we are likely living in a Simulated Reality,

and he’s much smarter than you or me,
so he probably knows what he’s talking about,
now let’s take a moment out of our regularly scheduled program,
to reflect on exactly the severity of the implications of this is,

reflect,
we are living in a Simulated Reality,
and maybe Elon is the Messenger,
maybe he is the bridge between our two worlds,

reflect,
once I let it all soak in,
everything that’s happened in my life starts to make a lot more sense,
I start to see why I was literally conceived in Hollywood where I began to literarily write,

I open my eyes…

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

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there's this madness in the world
that i can't place my finger on

it's at the tip of your tongue
when you reach out to lick the icicle
so cold, so raw, so innocent
it's in the curl of your mouth
when you see those clouds rumble
the thunder that shakes you to the core
it's that glitter in your eye
that you have to hide every time
the music is a little too loud
and the drugs are a little too hard
it's dancing in the flames
when your fingertips glaze over the fire
of the rusted old stove that was never good
for anything but defrosting frozen dinners

there's this madness in the world
that i can't place my finger on
i can taste it closer than my mother's breast
and ****** it to my own heart
but i cannot for my life embrace it
without seeing death dance before me
there's this madness with an air of innocence and play
there's this darkness with light shining through
there's this oddity that makes perfect sense
there's something i can't place my finger on
there's something i know
there's something i feel

there
is
something
here-
**now.

In my darkest space she came!
In my usual corner she sit with that face!
In my deepest feelings she walked!
And I blamed myself... why I let myself open in front of her!
The sound of silence is broken!
Words are not shy!
Time forgot to look at his watch!
I watched her softness covered with toughness !
I watched how beautiful her eyes are!
I watched how her skin is delicate!
I kept watching in silence!
Questioning myself!

Am I dreaming!

That all happened... when... she came!!

Rivers run for eternity all over,
Again wants to take Earth over.
Always rivers're followed by chasers-
The greatest ever dream dancers.

In the mountains when following they fly,
And so, they jump up to the very sky.
Barely touching the water with their feet
They sign songs so graceful and so sweet.

Oh, in the darkest  forests on the branches they fearlessly  run,
Faster than birds, lighter than winds. Before you notice they'll be gone.
And the folk of the forests, animals would wonder:
"Why are those kids faster than lightning and thunder?".

And in the cities they ride winds overwatching the place,
Finding new members, through houses they trace
Nobody  can see'em, yet windows try to catch their reflection,
Know, they never do, because they lack in attention.

"But what is their goal" a reader would ask,
Over watching the life- that is the task.
You see, water knows the secret of moon, keeps keys to the life,
And while the rivers run,  fires won't find a single way to end our graceful strife!