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Aaron LaLux Oct 2017
Into The Night

Lost in a pattern of thoughts,
as these experiences continue to shape our realities,
fell in love gave my heart away,
and watched it disappear with her into the night,

too much heartbreak,
too much more,
too much greed and lust,
too much wanting too much more,

is that even correct English,
does it even matter,
it seems I’m frozen in a moment,
but the words just continue faster and faster,

fck you,
fck me,
I mean,
that in the most loving way,

we’re all fckt up,
the plan is no more,
we’re lost in a position of indecision,
where there is no either or,

lost in a pattern of thoughts,
as these experiences continue to shape our realities,
fell in love gave my heart away,
and watched it disappear with her into the night…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
WTH
VC
CV
CCTV
STD
STI
FYI
DTF
EFTS
FTW
***
WHO
WOW
POW
WWI
WWII
WTH
­TTPA
HTTP
TOFTB
OTP
SMH
IMHO
idk
Phoenix Rising Aug 2017
you say i'm running away

but...

it's just the momentum from you pushing
KRRW Aug 2017
I hate the rain
I hate the sun
I hate the cold
even when it's gone.



I hate the pain
I hate the joy
I hate to feel
I hate those who feel!



I hate you!
I hate them!
I hate everyone!
I hate everything!


I hate myself.
You hate me.
Let's hate myself
together.



I hate that.
I hate that!
I hate the world!
I hate my world!
I hate your world!



I hate that car
that just passed by
I hate my neighbor
who've just passed by
I hate everything I see
on that window
I hate that window!
Close that window!
BREAK
that
window!

I hate that dog!
Whose dog is that?
I hate
whoever owns
that dog!
I hate them both!
I hate you!



I hate this bed!
I hate this pillow!
I hate this blanket!
I hate everything I see!



I love to hate.
I hate to love.
I'll just keep on hating
Because that's
what I am.


And I hate you!
I hate everyone
who'll read this poem.
I hate this poem!
I hate this poem!



I hate this poem!



But I loved
writing this poem.



Spread the hate!
Wink
wink
wink
window's broken
****
!
Written
17 November 2014

Copyright
© Khayri R.R. Woulfe. All rights reserved.
The caviar did to his body but not to his mind
Meanwhile...
We met quietly in her room
Meanwhile...
Nothing
Occurred to me in a dream. Not in some braggy type of way, like Keith Richards dreaming of that classic 'I Can't Get No Satisfaction' riff, just some weird **** I dreamt up.
Aaron LaLux Jul 2017
Close Enough To Sunday

It’s all fckt up,
can’t even pretend that it’s not,
I get invited out to all these events,
where everyone’s all dressed up,

but I’m not,
I’m there in jeans and a t-shirt,
thanking those that are thanking me for writing these prophecies,
but really I’m not sure what all this work was or is really worth…

written about 10 books,
multiple international best sellers,
#1 Poetry Book in The World,
4 times in a row for worse or for better but whatever,

I mean really,
what am I even saying,
and really,
what are you even saying?

It’s all fckt up,
and we all know it,
still we pretend it’s all good till the end,
we had a Chance to save us just needed to not blow it,

but we did,
we neglected the earth,
even though we all knew and know,
that that Moment of Truth is coming and it’ll hurt,

can’t even have a drink at a club,
without feeling guilty for the pollution we’ve caused,
even when those drinks are free and served with a smile,
because I know that smile is usually covering some recently retreated sores,

we’ve neglected the poor,
and caused significant scars,
on the skin of Mother Earth,
meanwhile Musk just wants to colonize Mars,

and that’s not a shot at Elon,
I trust him and respect his vision,
he’s a creative visionary genius creation,
a creative genius that generally makes good decisions,

I’m just saying,
given the current position,
whether Elon Musk or a homeless vagrant,
we’re all fckt equally and that’s the fckn situation,

it’s all fckt up,
can’t even pretend that it’s not,
I get invited out to all these events,
where everyone’s all dressed up,

but I’m not,
I’m there in jeans and a t-shirt,
thanking those that are thanking me for writing these prophecies,
but really I’m not sure what all this work was or is really worth…

Still I put in work,
verse after verse,
cliche after cliche,
The Gift & The Curse,

like somehow,
I’ll be able to write all our wrongs,
answer all the questions,
and celebrate with victorious songs,

make Love and make Mysteries,
with a Stranger in a Strange Town,
and I’ve been up till way too Late:30 lately,
too tired to debate or hesitate when it’s high time to get down,

down,
here,
the sky looks so beautiful,
the mushroom clouds,
from the ground,
are everything I choose to show,

so,
whatever,
what more can we say,
let’s go,
wherever,
‘cause we've got it all but the only thing we want to get is away,

want for nothing else,
hey it’s Close Enough to Sunday anyways,
so let’s just take this day to rest,
no need to worry about the one thing that comes to everyone eventually,

let’s take some time to take some time,
no need to go right now ‘cause we all go one way or another anyways,

one day,
soon,
high as,
noon,

so,
so what,
so,
we’re fckt,

it’s all fckt up,
can’t even pretend that it’s not,
I get invited out to all these events,
where everyone’s all dressed up,

but I’m not,
I’m there in jeans and a t-shirt,
thanking those that are thanking me for writing these prophecies,
but really I’m not sure what all this work was or is really worth…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

from '777: Alphas & Numerics'
available worldwide here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1548700746
Aaron LaLux Jul 2017
The City of Demonios

“Why are some people waiters,
while others are waited on,
why are some people Haters,
while others are hated on?”

I was awaited on,
before they knew they were waiting,
snatched from my cradle pinched from my dreams,
or so it seems because it appears the people are awaking,

I’ve awaken,
in some sort of dream awakening,
and I’m trying to not let Them get to me,
but it seems They get to everyone eventually,

preyed on by hungry Demons,
Fallen Angels that haven’t found peace,
from the hills in The City of Los Angeles,
to the beaches in Long Island in the East,

and this indigestion from lost intentions is getting intense,
so we throw up everything from inside the Belly of the Beast,

a feast,
I offer up my body for Death,
like they do on Himalayan mountain peaks,
when they offer eagles the bodies of the dead,

see only through the death of the physical,
can the Soul truly ascend,

ascend,
do not fear the Reaper,
hey friend,
let’s make them all Believers.

I see her,
like a nightmarish dream,
I love Her I hate her I don’t want her I have  to have her,
she quietly stares in my eyes loudly and makes the Silence scream,

scream,
isn’t that a painting?

A dream,
isn’t that an awakening?

Let’s not,
let our,
hopes only be hopes,

manifest,
all of this,
before Death ties His rope,

around our necks,
bringing about suffocation,
please let us be free,
we all need some liberation,

but for now,
I’ll just take a glass of water,
I’m parched it’s a desert out here,
and I’m wondering if this trouble’s worth the bother,

“Waiter,
please a glass of water.”,
I order a glass of water after saying all of this,
then turn to you and say “Isn’t it ironic?”,

“Why are some people waiters,
while others are waited on,
why are some people Haters,
while others are hated on?”…

No answers only questions,
ah well stay calm and carry on…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

from 777: Alphas & Numerics
available worldwide 7/7/17
https://www.amazon.com/dp/1548700746
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