Where do I start?
I still remember the warmth you gave me when i had my breakdown moments
How you never miss the ‘good morning’ and ‘goodnight’ texts despite your busy life
How you’d surprised me with gifts and secret letters
And how you changed me, to a better me.

Dear you,
its funny to think how I started drinking coffee thanks to you
Eating your favourite cereal which u first introduced me to
Listening to the same song over and over just because you do too
Reading the book you gave me every night before I sleep.

Dear you,
How can I forget the memories we had together
Momentarily, but filled with euphoria and love
Our travels and adventures from one destination to the next
With no one but us, just us.

I miss you, I miss us, I miss everything we had, no second thoughts
One day I hope you’ll realize how i’ve been yearning for your love
How I hope we can have second chances
To understand, to love, to support each other
To be a better us.

Trying Not to Lose My Mind

Life in the fast lane,
I’ve done alot more than most,
but no matter how fast you gas,
past catches up even the freshest bread becomes toast,

sick as fck,
somewhere in Eastern Australia,
been on antibiotics for 3 weeks,
on this rollercoaster so long forgotten how to get off,

I want to get off,
please I need just a bit of relief,
see I’ve always gotten everything I’ve ever wanted,
but it seems I’ve never gotten what I really need,

feeling queasy & uneasy,
in Fremantle just south of Perth,
want to throw myself up out of myself,
feeling intoxicated from toxins I need to purge,

want to stop this ride but instead it continues to surge,

life in the fast lane,
I’ve done alot more than most,
but no matter how fast you gas,
past catches up even the freshest bread becomes toast,

though no jam ma’am,
maybe some peanut butter though,
I’ll tell you the plan man,
it’s get into the system & get out the vote,

voted but Hope lost,
& Trump won,
which means it seems that world peace,
as an option is done,

in this chaotically crazy Funhouse,
ah Hell oh well at least it’s been fun,
House of Mirrors reflect the words from a mouth of Fear,
in a place where nothing is intended not even the puns,

sick as fck show’s almost over lights off get the fck out,

sick as fck,
somewhere in Eastern Australia,
been on antibiotics for 3 weeks,
on this rollercoaster so long forgotten how to get off…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

Silence falls truthful
Trouble brews of love long lost
Children laugh loudly

Raining of lovers
Love's embrace is free to go
Markets spread lively

Young women lament
Nothing now collapsing slow
Singers by the lake

Hear beats among friends
Riding over metal bridge
Silence in my mind

Fountains flows lively
Nature's grasp in tranquil minds
Flags drift over there

She’s in Cambodia when she says,
“Company always matters,
but if it’s the wrong one,
I’d rather be on my own.”,

I’m in California when I say,
“I feel exactly the same way.”,

we’re on opposite sides of the world,
she’s at Angkor Wat just in from Dubai,
and I’m at home in Hollywood,
well not my home exactly just the place where I currently lie,

or rather the place where I lay,
because there are no lies here,
not between her and I,
because we’re,

two Stars shooting through the Infinite Sky,

and I want to fly to her right now,
I want to leave this city,
I want to be there,
with her at Angkor amongst all it’s ancient reliefs,

but alas,
we all have our lives,
different paths,
even when it’s led by the same guiding Light,

and I wonder if I’ll ever see her again,
at least I wonder if I’ll ever see her again in this life,

and I don’t know why I write,
I swear to God I don’t know even when I say I do,
because all I’ve ever gotten from these writings,
was all these cliches that I find in me and in you,

sounding like a cheesy pop song,
sounding like the voice of reason when everything’s gone wrong,
sounding like a lost Soul traveling the open road out here all alone,
leaving behind nothing but some faded memories and the words in these poems,

and when I hear her voice,
or rather read her text from my phone,
I get the feeling that as alone as I may be,
in that moment I am everything except for alone,

so when I get that call,
I know she feels exactly the same way,
and that’s exactly why,
I always listen when she explains,

she’s in Cambodia when she says,
“Company always matters,
but if it’s the wrong one,
I’d rather be on my own.”,

I’m in California when I say,
“I feel exactly the same way.”…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

author of multiple best selling poetry books