In Sintra,
feeling like a New Age ninja,
can barely type I’m so high,
today I climbed three mountains,
we were a trio,
a girl and another guy,
now I’m alone at my castle,
with nothing but these words I write,
see I’m alone tonight,
and alone has never felt so good,
I’ve made a conscious decision to dedicate my life to these writings,
so that hopefully eventually the unexplainable can be understood,
understand?
I write the collective pieces of this puzzle,
that we experience as we exist,
each poem is a piece that falls into place,
until the big picture is what we get,
this,
is not a poem,
this,
is a message in a bottle,
carried across the seas of time,
or actually an ocean in motion,
this is the not so secret ingredient of love potion number 9,
I’m doing fine,
trying to stay on subject,
to appease the public,
without getting to deep into symbolic numerology,
trying to keep it simple,
so we can all understand,
I don’t want to write words that confuse people,
I want to write words that enlighten them,
and in them I mean you,
yes you,
I want to feel you see you hold you be you,
I want to want you without wanting to want you,
and I’m wondering if you’re wanting to want me,
without wanting me too,
shoot,
it’s starting to get complicated,
I didn’t mean to make it personal,
honestly it could have been anyone,
that received my message in a bottle,
I just wrote it,
I didn’t think anyone would really read it,
I didn’t think I’d sell 100,000 copies of my books,
I didn’t think that you’d look at me and believe I’ve succeeded,
see this,
is all becoming a little much,
so I’ve escaped to Sintra,
where it’s the simple things I love,
and you can find me here,
amongst towering trees and fuzzy ferns,
writing words faithfully,
because I’ve learned you get what you earn,
you get what you earn,
as in you reap what you sow,
and the peace from the tree tastes so sweet,
when you take the time to let it grow,
the Tree of Life,
bears the fruits of our labors,
and all I’m really trying to say,
is you are you’re own best savior,
so see you later,
or not either way it doesn’t matter,
we’ll all be gone in a hundred years no matter what,
but that doesn’t matter because there is no later,
there’s only this moment,
right here right now,
and the question is not if we die,
it’s if we live and if we live then how,
how do we live,
and what do we leave for our children’s kids,
well personally I leave these puzzle pieces,
in the form of poems such as this…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Just a question, okay, well, maybe more than just a question...
