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Crucifix Jul 2019
“Errant knight, and samurai, man of god left to die, by sword and sorcery we fix his body to this crucifix. By storm of blade and blade of bone. He will stand a man regrow. When the hour draws late, he will shatter swords of fate and bring dark heavens crashing down. In his wake I pray the lord your souls he takes. To burn your evil with the might of excalibur so bright. The crucifix will rise again and usher in evils end.”
So I wrote this for a comic book I’m writing. It’s going to be pretty awesome when I can get it published. Am pretty proud of it.
Aaron LaLux Oct 2018
Half Batman half Robin,
Houston we have a problem,
and you don’t want no problem with me,
I’m off balanced and on one,

at the head of the table,
Delilah’s on a Sunday,
not willing but I am able,
I guess we’ve all gotta go one day,

but that day is not today,
or tonight got two lights,
one for the occasional cigarette,
and one that’s a Brunette that burns bright,

feeling cliche as fck but that’s okay because you know what,
we are at the top of the pyramid so it only makes sense we’re high,

hi I’m high,
how are you,
haven’t seen you in awhile might’ve been forever till now,
then you appear like a ghost at a haunting and say “Boo!”,

ooh,
the things you do your new name’s Obsession,
it’s ironic that you asked me to have a staring contest,
since I’d confessed that I was already staring,

had my eye on you as soon as you entered the room,
I was perched in my throne at the head of the table,
but I was thrown when you waltzed in like a Godsend,
my God you’re the stuff of fairytales and fables,

the only one I wanted to talk to,
to in that whole venue,
and we’re talking Delilah’s not a dive bar,
so you know there were some quality options from which to choose,

but we both knew it was a rap,
as soon as you read the poem I’d wrote on that napkin,
and yeah this is Hollywood,
so yeah sometimes that kind of magic still happens,

you gave me your number in front of your boyfriend,
and didn’t even care so I didn’t either,
because we’re True Lovers,
we’re The Proof that can turn any sceptic into a True Believer,

a combination of all things yet still totally unique,
and yeah we’ve got our issues but hey we’ve all got our problems,
so we come together like two phones tethered or better yet bare feet on a beach,
and then we get ghost and disappear outta the reach of their nonsense,

peace!

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆

October 8th, 2018
Hollywood, CA.
Jack Apr 2018
No, they are not heroes from comic books, promising to uphold justice,
But to him they are Superman with his unmatched strength,
They are Batman with his unchallenged logic and wisdom,
They are Captain America with his incorruptible morals,
They are Thor with his magic hammer to fight off the darkness,
His friends are his backbone, his strength and his stable wall to lean on,

No, they are not Gods or Superheroes,
But to him they are the world, his love and his reason to live,
They’re My Beautiful Friends.
im not one for recognising what i have in the moment and truly appreciating it, to be honest thats one of my truest flaws, but today i spent the day with two of my beautiful friends and i noticed what i have with my friends and how much i adore them completely. its not often that i notice what i have but right now i feel like the luckiest poet in  the world because, right now, i can recognise my beautiful friends and the unmatched joy they bring me
RN Oct 2017
Like Batman beating the Joker
I'll gonna protect you, I swear
No need to be bitten by the spider
To clear your deepest nightmare

I'm Ironman and you're my Pepper
Stay beside me and life will be better
Yes, I can't lift that Thor's hammer
But I'll fight for you like Steve Rogers

I don't have any Super Power
But I'll keep you safe from danger
I'll watch you from shadows like Nightcrawler
To observe if you're secured anytime anywhere

I'm not Superman, Batman, and Spiderman
But you know what, man?
I'll be here for you if there's no one
Cause all I want is to be your man
Superheroes inspired poem
Light House Feb 2017
You could say the rains were harsh.
You could say the skies looked dark.
You could say the plumes of smoke ..dotting .them
looked even blacker than dark, & that the wind barked...
You could say the thunder relentlessly rolled.
You could say the lightning, with each strike, tolled.
I could say I told you all so, but then I would just be talking to ghosts,
after all...

& so he soared, through the storm, through misty clouds,
in search of mythical shores, in search of much more than lore.


"Oh yeah?"  she sang.  Bare, true, plated in truth, she spoke.
A naked Valkyrie, needing no armor or sword, just a winged
pair of yellow striped black boots & soul;
they stretched up to her knees.

Alongside feathers, shoulder to shoulder ..now rippled the flag...
....of the Bees.

& so they soared, through the storm, through misty clouds....
a man, parts computer & hummingbird
& a woman, parts Valkyrie & bee        . .... ...in search of mythical shores,
in search of much more than lore, pretend, or make-believe.

Like something new, strong...  through the storm, they swirled
making their own gusts: a two-part vortex, opening through raw gum,
they teethed.  As one buzzed, the other hummed: the Angel & the Unicorn, the hummingbird & the bee, inversely.
Experimental Notes.
Untitled for now.
Aditi Feb 2016
I have seen heroes take shelter in darkness, and villains smirk in light
Angels lose their Godly touch
And demons flourishing in their eyes.
batman and superhero drama idk what I was thinking
Crucifix Oct 2015
The colors pop against the page. Thunderous frightening monsters lash, men in tights begins to clash, a thousand cities come crashing down. A thousand worlds end without a sound, bound by a comment goal to portray heroes and villains of old. To make them timeless, to tell our tale, of a simpler time of villains dark and heroes light.
Just a poem about my favorite medium.
Edna Sweetlove Aug 2015
"SNOGGO And The Giant Sea Beast" (Another Egregious SNOGGO Adventure)

written by
Edna Sweetlove
on behalf of
the one and only
SNOGGO*


  The shore lay peaceful in the warmth of the sun, a seemingly idyllic picture. The beach was completely empty even though it was high summer. The whole town was void of visitors: usually at this time of the year it was crawling with tourists: fat white slobs ready to absorb maximum sunshine and sunburn before going back to the city with their ugly kids, back to their humdrum and drab lives of sedentary drudge. But not today, today they were nowhere to be ******* seen.

  Glum shopkeepers stared glumly out at the glum, empty streets, knowing they faced ruin unless the terror which had engulfed their town and which would bring calamity to their traditional summer occupation of fleecing the tourists could be sorted out. And only I, the wonderfully brave and intrepid SNOGGO, could save the town.  They knew it and I knew it. It was an established fact. Q.E.D.

  As I drove my specially designed truck down the main street to the seafront, people cheered, calling out 'God bless you, dearest, gallant SNOGGO' as I went by.  I was so ******* proud that everyone knew who the great SNOGGO was. I cautiously inched onto the sands as people watched from behind their curtains, hoping against hope that I would be able to save them from looming disaster. I motored down to the water's edge and carefully turned the vehicle round so that its rear pointed out to sea.  The tarpaulin on the back of the specially constructed SNOGGOMOBILE flapped in the wind. What was under the tarpaulin?

  I dragged a steamer trunk from under the tarpaulin, opened it and hauled out the stinking carcase of Geoffrey, my neighbour's Rottweiler who had inexplicably gone missing last week.  Or it may have been Gerald, Geoffrey's twin brother.  Next I hauled Gerald's corpse out of the trunk (or it may have been Geoffrey's, the two mutts were identical and repellent in death, just as they had been identical and repellent in life).  The pong was something awful.  Nearly gagging with the rancid and stomach-churning stench, I dragged the two dead dogs down to the shoreline and, grabbing each by its hind legs, hurled them out to sea as far as my mighty strength would permit.  About five yards, as it happened.

  I returned to the SNOGGOMOBILE and drew back the tarpaulin to reveal what lay underneath; my secret weapon, whose secret only I knew. I made my preparations carefully but rapidly; I knew I had no more than five or six minutes’ leeway. And sure enough, after precisely five and a half minutes, I heard the sound I was expecting and I saw the sight I was expecting.

  The mighty fin of the dreadful fish cut through the water with a dreadful whoosh.  And Geoffrey disappeared beneath the waves (or it might have been Gerald, who cares).  The other dog would be next: such a mighty shark as the one enjoying dog tartare in the bay would not be sated by a single Rotweiler.

  I climbed onto the back of the SNOGGOMOBILE, and leaped gracefully into the seat behind my secret weapon.  I aimed quickly at the focal point of the blood-stained thrashing waters, pressed the red button (marked "Fire" for ease of reference) and WHAM!, what a Hell of a big bang, and off went my thermo-nuclear torpedo, whizzing down the beach and SPLASH! into the water, then WALLOP! as it hit the shark amidships and BOOM! as it went off, blowing the shark into ******* smithereens.  Myriad bits of shark (mixed with bits of Geoffrey and Gerald) rained down on the beach; how fortunate that I had thought to put up my extra-size golf-umbrella (complete with colourful SNOGGO logo) to deal with this eventuality and no lumps hit me.

  The enormous shark (wittily nicknamed “that ******* great ******* shark” by the locals) which had terrorised the entire coast for some time, gobbling up paddling kiddies whole, chewing off the limbs of dozens of swimmers, and generally being a major pain the ****, was no more. It was mincemeat. The whole promenade was alive with cheering townsfolk, as I smiled in happiness and pride at my wonderful achievement. They started singing my favourite song: “We love SNOGGO, SNOGGO the brave” which brought ******* tears to my eyes.

  Now SNOGGO's reward beckoned: ten thousand lovely wallet-warmers (plus expenses) plus a night of unbridled lust with the mayor's buxom wife Shirley and his sister Deidre too, as previously arranged. Yes, SNOGGO the famous shark killer (and ******* fan) had killed yet another predator of the deep stone ******* dead.

THE END
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It Was Time..
I Pulled Her Towards Me..

Then I Made Her Promise..
To Not Let No One Know..

I Leaned Forward..
And Whispered In Her Ear..

I Am The Batman!

I Trusted Her!
The Batman has grown into become one of my fav super heroes..
And this is, to that.
He attacks my friend when he's at his lowest point
using his powers of manipulation
to make my friend play into his game

I'm not just gonna sit around and watch
as my friend gets taken over by his touch

He makes his move out of the blue
using evil superpowers to make my friend turn blue
then my friend, just as he wants it
finishes what he's doing
and steps in the closet

isolated and along
he tells my friend that he is low
lower than all the dogs and the rats and the plants
all in the name of his evil plans

"I will **** you"
he thinks as he whispers
" Perhaps no point in
life
" and " oh how you miss her "

I have to act fast
there's no time to lose
I put on my friend's favorite shoes
pull a mask for battle over my face
put on my superhero cape
dress in my cloth armor
and make
my way over to him
before it's too late
weapons at my side
in my super toyota I ride
but the parking by his place
is taken outside

So I park down the street

I see his apartment window, he was looking from it
with a frown on his face
he just up and closed it
though he tries to stay hidden to him
he attacks me,
with depressing vibes
that almost make me stop my feet
as I approach
he tries to use my mind
to snap me back into a normal human
he's strong this time

But I lift up the flowing vibes
and redirect them over me
and I fire back with my own
of love and poetry
He does not like that
he does something else inside
I can only imagine,
he took him to hide...

I go upstairs,
cape fluttering behind me
my own vibes off the walls
almost overwhelms me
but I feed off the power
I put out that comes back to me
like a super boost
I know this will help me

I knock on the door.
No answer.
I open the door
to a dark apartment
the only light pouring in
is from a crack in the blinds
I call out his name
he says "I'm in here"
I go in his bedroom
and he's sitting there

"What have you been up to?"
my friend asked me
"Not much," I reply
I just came to see
you"

My friend smiled,
the first punch had been thrown
but it faded fast
as my friend was told
LOUDLY
"He's not a real friend
he only wants you around,
just so his world stays the same
no one cares for you
why would anyone care for you
you're just 1 in 6 billion
true love isn't for you
it's for the rich and in power

"Is something wrong" I said
knowing
"Oh, I just don't feel up to *****"
he said trying to play it off
"DON'T TALK TO HIM!"
He demanded
"Why don't we talk about it"
I said
"Well I don't know why but I'm just feeling down
I was just out there walking around
and now I'm blue"
"Does it feel like your life is through?
are you having thoughts that are down on you?"
I asked, I know well what he's going through
"I've been there bro, I can help you through"

"I don't know" he said and sighed
"I know you're where I was
I can see it in your eye"
"I bet that was a lie"
"Shut up" I snapped
my friend thought that was strange
"Why'd you say that?" he asked
strange and he now wondered what was going on
that was a little too weird to be chance he thought
He smiled,
but he didn't know why
he went into the kitchen to make coffee
I waited right there
I wanted him to know I care,
...
When he came back he had a cup for me too
I giggled as I sipped
he giggled back and stared
"You know I just thought you lied
right before you said shut up"
he said, sounding perplexed
I said "This might sound strange,
but I knew what was going on."
"So tell me about your depression"
he said
so I told him
and thrashed that evil while I did
cause now he understood it better
"so what do I need to do?"
he asked without a clue
"you need to reject that evil from your mind"
I said, "and you might find,
that I can help you
win this fight."

Suddenly, he thought he had a foreign thought
"That is foreign it is not you
psychology doesn't really have a clue
these things are kinda alive
"YOU WILL DIE" it thundered.
"***** you" he said,
"Get out of my head"
To think it'd be for you I would have bled"
he understood now,
and it departed from him.
But it did not leave.

Now floating in the room
between realities
it loomed
"You might be able to get me out of your head"
it lead, "But you'll never know how to hurt me or keep me away!"
My friend heard this and was dismayed.
it went over and knocked a photo of something he liked off it's place,
It was at that moment I projected myself
cape mask and utility belt
in mental space
at him full speed
but he summoned a ball of dark energy and hit me in the head,
for a moment i felt powerless and knocked back instead,
"I wil haunt your friend until he is dead,"
suddenly I saw him next to him, trying to get back in
"you see, it's really hopeless, this is your life from now on,"
then he made him think of suicide,
he looked at me, and said "this is your fault,"
"if you hadn't interfered, he wouldn't have killed himself,"
I had to act fast, because he had manifested a knife by his side
but the thoughts in that ball had me weakened,
dizzy and off aim I still sped,
one more moment he'd be in his head,
but he was distracted by the victory he was sure was his,
I threw my fists out,
and flew at him despite doubt
and knocked him back
he'd bleed if he'd bleed
My friend had the knife over his wrist
He didn't see me turn the fight around
"just one little slip" the spirit said
I told him not to be so drastic he was with a friend,
he put it down
but the spirit approached him again,
this time I punched him back with both fists at full speed,
He opened up a portal and said one last line
"I'll be back to torment you, you'll lose next time"
"Go ahead come back cause any time
I'll defeat you again, once, everytime"
I shouted with authority as he fled
Me and my friend went out and got ice cream

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While walking behind him at the cremee stand at the waterfront,
he turned to say something to me, and turned away,
when he turned away I saw on his back
for just a moment,
it was either wings or a cape
but either way I wondered
about my own
This details the experience of depression and the way to get rid of it, typically and especially spiritually developed depression, I know this involves in belief in things considered to be myth to understand but I wrote this for my own entertainment and yours and your understanding, as far as I know, this is the best understanding of the "condition" depression I know and treating it like this is actually the best method for dealing with depression I have seen demonstrated
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