Leaves leave tree
Tree hides inside
Leaves comeback
Tree goes wild

Outta Here

This is already taking to long,
over it before I’m even into it,
too legit to quit what not,
genuine not counterfeit,

I counter with,
Love when ever a Hater steps,
got the best moves like a chess move,
where the Queen gets the King hit,

call that one,
the King’s Gambit,
reckless like drunk double agent detective,
accidental checkmate surprised as you still act like I planned it,

but if you’ve noticed in chess,
it always ends with “check mate.”,
which means you never actually **** the man,
you warn but do not finish him,

must be an English game,
of English origins,
or maybe it’s Indian,
either way it’s foreign,

wait,
nevermind I’m snoring,
see even the most entertaining thing,
sometimes seems so boring,

this is already taking to long,
over it before I’m even into it,
too legit to quit what not,
genuine not counterfeit,

see we all know time is priceless,
because it’s the only thing we can’t be any amount of,

all the money in the world,
still haven’t a moment to lose,
can spare a dime but not a minute,
Time or Money which would you choose?

Nothing to prove,
you want the truth,
all of these words,
have already been used,

it’s done,
party’s over,
I see the sun,
there is no cover,

it’s like that morning after at the party,
and everything doesn’t look quite as pretty,
and the sun is starting to rise,
and you want to go but don’t know where specifically,
this is the paradox we all walk,
on the road to Eventuality,
with Dear Watson steering in a Datsun,
stating the obvious that it’s “All elementary”,

Dear Watson I’m lost and,
this is already taking to long,
I’m anxious with no direction nor patience,
and the only thing I want to get is gone…

This is already taking to long,
over it before I’m even into it,
too legit to quit what not,
genuine not counterfeit…

So come on,
let’s get outta here so we can get into it…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

she stabbed a cig in her lips just to sip the smoke
as i tripped off the second hand secrecy she spoke
i was choked up. i couldn’t cough out a comeback
for comfort as she drew a new one from the pack.

those ivory black irises lacked pigment.
they looked as bleak as the stars in the distance
or was it just a figment of my inhibitions?
or some innocent incident that kicked in my skepticism?

in an instant my instincts clicked in again,
it was getting late so we made our way down the bend
and in the end, my intent was never met
but she did teach me something that I’ll never forget.

she said "a habit is a habit, somehow we gotta have it.
i know it may be tragic but somehow we gotta have it.
a habit is a habit, somehow we gotta have it
and someday we’ll drag it down to our caskets".

she tried to play a queen in a king’s reign
but you can’t share the wealth if you’re the one who pays.
we’re drawn by the waste, we’re taunted by the taste
but maybe someday you’ll get your life straight

and so we laid waste beneath the marble moon
as the tar tore off her taste buds as the ashes bloomed.
as her charcoal perfume loomed in the moonlight
as my hands laid on her waist, waiting for a goodnight kiss.

but with a bit of luck, i could’ve caught
a little more than smoke in my tear ducts.
aw shucks, i should’ve known a lot better.
she may have had a halo but her wings were severed

and never will i ever make the same mistake twice.
if you break my heart once, i’ll be gone by daylight.
i promise that you’ll wake up all alone tomorrow
and i know for sure you’ll light another Marlboro.

smothered by my sorrows, i know how it’s tragic
but a habit is a habit, somehow we gotta have it.
a habit is a habit, somehow we gotta have it
and someday we’ll drag it down to our caskets.

© Matthew Harlovic