#beyonce
In the irresolutes desk
That's jimmy Carter
Many answers are already left for the new oval
May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 4:41 PM UTC
Shakespeare pondered names,
We are all given names at our birth;
Some are well-placed, others unknown and ill-fitted.
We spend our teenage years trying on new names, seeing if they fit, throwing them away when they don’t.
Movie stars and musicians shorten their names; Madonna, Oprah, Prince, Beyonce and Drey.
YouTube celebrities create their fame,
Based on their ordinary life.
We, who watch on, add to the myriad of followers,
Playing into their game, adoring their name.
But have we pondered the power of names, for our good?
When we speak, are we breathing life
Or simply just air?
How can we grasp the life in words?
How can we live from our true names?
Feb 2, 2024
Feb 2, 2024 at 2:38 AM UTC
we often forget that yesterday has been turned to dust,
long before tomorrow comes
pastel brush strokes gently conceal lies, wounds, and barbed wire scars
wouldn’t you rather be privy to the explicit state of affairs
rather than be presented with a silver platter, a shroud, filled with lacy lyric and milky emotions swimming in remorse
deception seeps from every one of your thousands of pores
how many times do you have to hit an egg until yoke begins to seep out?
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 8:00 AM UTC
I met her on a narrow street of old Verona
Her beauty’s magical, her name was Lady Mona
She rolled a cigarette between her diva fingers
A little cherry smoke around her gently lingers
She had a long deep fire-coloured autumn hair
That with the wind dance as if out of very care
Her eyes are brighter, gayer then azure sapphires
Two little diamonds that can start unholy fires
Her ******* are full of life, the sweetest goddess milk
It taste like childhood memories wrapped up in silk
The skin – an undiscovered lands of sinful wild
It sends you on a trip so rough yet very mild
She was so picturesque, a genuine sugarbomb
Like rays of sun that dazzle through a naked palm
I pray thee, Jupiter, align the heaven stars
And let me be the one who strikes of her guitars
Wish I could walk to her and ask her dearly out
I feel so brave yet nervous, want to scream and shout
I want to spill it out, express my inner passion
But that’s not me behaving in such crazy fashion
Hell to the no! I go! I’ll spit my fire lines!
I am a blonde! I curse those stupid *** designs
I’ll offer things to her, I promise I’ll pushy
**** I am gonna offer her my cola *****
If men be ***** models, I shall be one too
I have one in my mouth – a nasty point of view
If men can flirt and conquer, so can ******* I
This Aphrodite’s taken, she is only mine
I walk to her, approach her like the mighty Taurus
Rehearse my lyrics, shuffle through my love thesaurus
I smell perfume – ambrosia, nectar, lemonade…
Formation, hold up, queen of… ******* Lemonade..?
“What is the name of thee, do tell me, pretty dear
Just like the beauty goddess you to me appear
By any chance you are one of the youthful Graces?
Be careful, darling, I can see your leather laces”
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 2:42 PM UTC
Man I have no time,
for slow minds,
so I stay in my own mind,
while they show crime,
to sew paranoia,
and lessen our faith in fellow Man,
Lennon wanted to give peace a chance,
but the Shadow Hand had other plans,
oh the humanity of our humanity,
full steam ahead even though we don’t know where we’re goin’,
it’s all awkward whether on stage with the spotlight ablaze,
or in the bandstands with a bag of popcorn and a program,
and I’m anxious as heck and want to get out ASAP,
but she’s got her eye on my and wants us to slow dance,
and I don’t want to but can’t think of an excuse not to,
because I’ve got no plans and it feels so good this bad romance,
so I step forward take her hand and take a chance,
nothing else left to do but pick out a spot with a good view,
to watch the fireworks from our collective apocalypse,
as the night sky lights up and we start to dance as if on queen,
because if all we’ve got is lemons,
then baby we’re making lemonade,
and if all we’ve got is each other,
then baby we’re making love until a new day is made,
as they watch in awe,
thoroughly entertained,
keeping up with the gossip,
but not with the current pace of our mental state,
and that’s why man I have no time,
for slow minds,
and why I stay in my own mind,
while they show crime,
to sew paranoia,
and lessen our faith in fellow Man,
Lennon wanted to give peace a chance,
but the Shadow Hand had other plans…
∆ LaLux ∆
Venice, CA.
October 8th, 2018
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 7:57 AM UTC
When I'm asking why
you love me
I'm really asking
why the wind blows
at this point.
The only answer
you couldn't explain;
How can your sun still shine
in the midst of my rain?
These unsaid things
are better off said,
because you forgave me
for everything but to you
I couldn't allow the same.
A patience for distress
I'll never understand;
A slow burning candle
in a sea of darkness..
My small light of hope
dancing in the wind.
How is this possible?
The one thing I can explain -
the reason you love me,
those answers must be the same.
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC
My friend and I have names for each other when we need to channel our inner divas. Mine is Beyonce Pad Thai.
Beyonce Pad Thai doesn’t care what you think because she’s too busy caring about what she thinks!
Beyonce Pad Thai doesn’t put up with your **** because **** is literally digested waste and she demands undigested life. The life you use to the fullest without any waste!
Beyonce Pad Thai has goals you didn’t even know were possible. She knows they’re possible because she writes them down every. single. day. She works towards them every. single. day. and the universe gives her exactly what she asks for.
Beyonce Pad Thai doesn’t take offense to your words because she knows words come out of us and therefore they live in us and when we exhale them they’re more about us than the person they hit on the way out.
Beyonce Pad Thai is so awesome and fun she knows time spent with her is a gift. When she gives you that gift and your lack of appreciation is apparent she has no problem taking it away and giving that gift to others.
Beyonce Pad Thai is done talking about you now. She wants to find herself, in the crack of a newly opened book, in the b flat of a new flute song, in the sizzling sounds of a new recipe, in the times new roman of a dream job offer, in the middle of a twirl during her new favorite song, in the new comfort outside her comfort zone.
10/22/2016 Amanda Powell
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC
Supposed Supporters
And yeah sure she’s gorgeous,
amongst the praise of all her supporters,
but at the end of the day what difference does it make,
when most supporters don’t even know why they support her,
what makes you so dang important,
yeah I’m special too but I don’t beg for supporters,
but I suppose in a way neither do you,
which brings us back to the point that’s important,
which is and the end of the day what’re you really supporting?
∆ LaLux ∆
FREE E-Book Available 12/12
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 8:28 PM UTC
In Barcelona,
at the Picasso Museum, Jay-Z is here,
zoning on a piece from the 60’s, rocking back and forth,
rocking a black Rocnation hat, with a white circular starred shirt,
and I’m here too writing this poetic verse...
from The HH Trilogy Vol. 2: Nightmares & Daydreams
available worldwide on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07141ZNW6
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 5:35 PM UTC
I don't want to know what could have happened
If I stayed and let you play my strings
to the same songs I dodge in public places now
because everyone knows how that turns out
My friends watched me fall over once a day in agonizing wonder
how you could call me a chore while I called you a lover
I don't want to know what could have happened
If that day in January when you told me I was nothing
didn't change the way that blood flowed through my body,
but I felt it change course and collapsed in the kitchen with my family,
they didn't know that I was sick, you didn't look like illness to me
But I don't want to know what could have happened if I didn't leave,
because I can't count high enough to predict the nights I would have been unable to breathe
you would have taken the air right from my lungs if it could get you high
but I don't want to know what could have happened because despite it all, I turned out fine
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
(written backstage after Beyoncé final Formation Tour EU Show)
Gold Bottles
Flew into Barcelona,
en route to Portugal,
after two weeks in Budapest,
and one week in Milan,
Milan was for a lover,
Budapest was to relax,
Portugal is business,
and Barcelona was for fate,
had no idea Beyonce was performing,
her last show of the Formation tour,
so I went to her show after the Picasso museum,
walked right in no need for a pass,
went on stage,
watched the show,
got off the stage,
and said hi to Jay,
Jay Z was popping’ gold bottles,
yeah you know Ace of Spades,
and yeah I know,
that might sound a little cliche,
but hey,
it is what it is,
and I am what I am,
Jay had his classic Yankee Blue colors on,
I was wearing my tattoos,
the music had been so loud,
everything seemed so loud,
inside and out,
please pass me the champagne,
grasp,
the glass,
and,
sip…
Life’s such a trip,
I’m not even sure it’s real,
it’s like I went to sleep when I was a teenager,
and I woke up in my dreams,
I swear,
I could wake up tomorrow,
this could all be gone,
and I wouldn’t even be surprised,
in fact,
one day I will wake up tomorrow,
and this will all be gone,
and I will not at be at all surprised,
for now though,
I’m wide awake in this American dream,
and I can feel everything except for myself,
I eat but I’m not hungry I drink but I’m not thirsty,
sure I’ll drink that champagne,
Ace of Spades what a name,
maybe then I’ll be able to feel something,
maybe then I’ll be able to feel like this is real,
right,
now,
I,
slip…
Away from myself,
away from Jay Z,
away from all the eyes and attention,
away from this….
This silence,
seems so loud,
it screams so loud,
I’m tearing at the seams I bow,
trying to bow out gracefully,
exit stage left exit stage left,
where is my family where are my friends,
why is this silence all I have left,
left,
on a flight,
from Budapest,
to Barcelona,
Budapest was thermal paths,
and Eastern European women,
Barcelona was Beyonce,
Jay Z and gold bottles,
I’ve gotta to get to sleep soon,
got a flight to Portugal tomorrow,
got,
to,
get,
some sleep,
some time,
I don’t know who I am,
I just know I am not mine,
will touch down in Lisbon,
and be picked up right there,
taken on another tour,
no one said life was quite fair,
no fairy tale endings in the dragon’s lair,
where,
were we,
it seems we’ve gotten off track,
where,
was I,
somewhere with full bags and no place to unpack,
where do you go,
when you’ve gone everywhere else,
where do you find your silence,
how do you fill that void inside yourself,
somebody help,
I’m on a constant worldwide tour,
and everyone thinks it’s great,
people want to take my time and my attention,
but I don’t have the patience and I really hate to wait,
so before I’m even really here,
I’m already gone again,
and all that’s left are these words,
in the form of poems that I send,
like a message in a bottle,
I send from this island across the seas to you,
platinum plaques and gold bottles,
First Class seat I don’t deserve this it’s unbelievable,
flew into Barcelona,
en route to Portugal,
after two weeks in Budapest,
and one week in Milan,
Milan was for a lover,
Budapest was to relax,
Portugal is business,
and Barcelona was for fate…
∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
The Poetry Trilogy
author of The Poetry Trilogy
author of The Hollywood Trilogy
author of The Holy Trilogy
∆
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Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC
An airplane crashes into an uncharted island and hundreds of people die in the burning debris, and somewhere a group of boys and girls are taking selfies as they stand next to a burning office building.
Thousands of teenagers sit on the couch and eat ice cream until the buttons on their pants explode off.
Kids light themselves on fires as if they were monks from the Tiananmen Square, trying to gain acceptance, their dreams of stardom translated through a series of YouTube comments.
We can't afford books for college because the tuition is ridiculous, but these glossy tabloid magazines are only a few bucks; pick one to set the course of your life.
Middle-aged people spend their lives indoors, away from the thirsty, hungry, withering children, and check how many likes did their photos receive on their smartphones.
Pornographic images in front of our tired faces, our eyes locked to the screen and we do not blink as our memories become embedded with objectification.
So we don't look up and see the chaos transpiring.
Cat memes and colorful gifs hold our attention while our parents slave away at their boomerang-shaped desks, trapped in clustered cubicles.
I saw a post on Facebook of a girl who was sexually assaulted at a house party and now her name was being hashtagged and kids were posing in photographs, laying on the floor, legs and arms sprawled out, left and right, trying to mimic the injustice.
We swipe right to find our future hookups, but what if our future husbands and wives were on the left?
Society spends millions of dollars on drinks to numb our conscience, until our brain cells are wretched like the homeless guy on the street corner drinking liquor from a coffee mug.
Israel and Palestine battle each other day after day while our generation gossips about Solange Knowles beating up Jay-Z with her patent leather purse as if that news conquers every other bit of information out there.
The world will always be corrupt, but it suffers more from the apathy that belongs to us.
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 7:56 PM UTC
I see that girls love Beyoncé
Girls love to pick at your conscience
They hate when guys go dark
It's funny, she was no different
Nowadays, it's hard to meet women
Almost like my love life was finished
I've always adored commitment
That's why I was in this position
Who's ever scared to let girls in
You've got admirers, yet so do I
It's not just me, we both have to comply
{Set II: Brandon}
I know I deliver these smiles
But I change once I review her files
"She cheated with this and him"
The heart bled after seeing her 1930's film
I have accepted that I could be alone
But I know nothing has been set in stone
If you have such butterflies for the boy
Say my name like I'm not a decoy
Girls make it harder to trust your heart
I fool myself entirely from the start
If you're not running games,
Realize I can never be so tame
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
Bare naked ladies and Lenin following an age of Aquarius idiosyncrasy
shitshow
I don't want to know no white album
I'm working my way towards the black album
Cause Alicia Keys can resonate in many keys ...
... Says Dylan in his Chonicles
--> my authenticity lies in the between
620 nm or is it 770 nm
Whatever, it's a sliding scale, a slippery slope, is what I use to shed my skin
Follow the pheromones, or the Ramones, says Bono and the Edge
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
I'd be Things Fall Apart.
I would teach you something important,
While remaining a beautiful work of art.
You'd find out in the end,
Why a 120 pound white girl
Would be the one they send.
I would give you a safe world,
I would show you another universe,
In your arms, for safe keeping, I would always be curled.
There would be significant wear and tear,
But my cover would be soft and deceiving,
Like my shiny velvet hair.
If I were a book,
I would sit exclusively on your shelf
Because what are the chances of being understood by anyone else?
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
Society is so focused on being flawless. Perfect. No one is flawless, not even Beyonce. We will forget who we are on the inside, and soon that won’t even matter because the physical appearance is the main priority. Women these days are spending so much effort trying to look perfect, which hurts. Pretty hurts. Society is expecting women to look perfect, otherwise people will judge. ‘Perfection is a disease of a nation’. The showbiz industry is giving a negative message to the world. Photoshop is one of them. Making a celebrity look flawless is fooling the world into thinking we must look like that. Spending so much money on clothes, hair etc. but we don’t need to focus on that because all that matters is on the inside, which most people don’t seem to see anymore. We are constantly getting the messages in our mind that we must be flawless, and sooner or later, this is a disease. Some of us can’t take it anymore, which leads to anorexia, bulimia, insecurities, and issues with body image. Pain also takes over our minds, which is ridiculous. Even celebrities have gone through this because in our naïve little minds, we are thinking we have to be pretty. There is so much pressure it takes over our minds, and that’s the only thing we think about. We look into the mirror despising ourselves, because we are who we are. Society has created us into thinking there’s a certain way we must look, which there is not. Our flaws make us who we are, makes us positively different. Unique. But we aren’t allowed to think that way because the media isn’t allowing us to. When people change, they are only cheating on themselves because media displays images of what we should and shouldn’t look like. It’s not their fault though. They can’t help it. Changing, like getting botox or body implant is only giving us a masquerade. It’s a mask to hide our real, inner beauty, which the media has taken the idea away from us, to become people who we actually aren’t.
And in the end, we know that pretty hurts.
a.a.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
Mesmerizing glory.
Snowflakes falling down on us like old memories.
One touch, and you're frozen.
Not because of the hate,
but because of the love.
Sadness is intertwined in our fingertips.
Three words. Eight letters.
I love you.
The words will forever hold true but the fear of them keeps them inside of us.
I cannot bring myself to understand why people are so afraid to love.
Demolishing demons dancing upon bare bodies at night while young women and young men are spending more time on physical interaction than emotional satisfaction.
Satisfied with lusting one's surface is something I can't comprehend,
I'd rather love your core.
My appetite is growing because I'm starving for your soul as if I hadn't had a meal in months..
and to be honest, I haven't.
Because no matter how much I eat, I can't seem to get full.
And no matter how much I drink, i still thirst for more of your mind, your body, and your soul.
I may have lost someone who didn't love me,
But you lost someone who truly loved you.
I am done searching for the light at the end of the tunnel because I have discovered God in the darkness.
I loved you at your darkest.
Slowly flicking a switch to find the bulb had blown out,
I loved all of you..
and all of you loved it.
Reciprocation is all I pray for at night and as day break arose,
I found myself loving the darkness once again.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
I lost my mind when you died
I don't remember the exact time you left,
but I remember how it felt..
and I promised myself I wouldn't speak of you again,
But today i found myself at your funeral.
Consumed with sorrow, I looked into your eyes'
and it was then I knew you were truly gone.
So lifeless and empty,
I was overpowered with grief,
You need a heart to survive;
and without you I lost half of my heart.
So, consider me half dead.
"For I will love you until we become dust, and I will continue until our dust becomes dust."
I don't know much about physics,
but I can assure you I am physically broken,
and if you looked into my eyes, you wouldn't see anything.
No hope.
Nothing.
All I want to do is feel again.
I am numb, and I can't take away the numbness.
I keep reaching for you and as soon as I get close enough to touch you,
You're gone again.
My last wish was to wake up, reach for you, and you be there laying next to me.
Holding me.
Kissing me.
Loving me.
For eternity.
Because I am eternally in love with you.
But you're dead..
and I'm not sure I can live with that.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
I love you like a drunk call at 4am on a Saturday night saying I miss you, come back
Psychotically, I love you past pain and broken promises and "I hate yous" and "don't talk to mes"
Even after you decide you are done with me, I will love you.
I will love you until my bones become weak.
I will love at your darkest.
And I will love you until you see the light shining from you;
The light that shines so bright I am constantly blinded by the suffering your love causes.
But I have found a home within your heart and my car is still parked in the driveway.
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
Before midnight,
I could die a thousand deaths
and still not know how I'm living to experience this.
Grasping for air;
For I am being suffocated within your existence-
and I love every second of it.
Slowly surpassing every standard I have,
You are breaking every wall;
and I could thank you with a million kisses;
and it still wouldn't be enough.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
Wrestling through the sheets I found myself feeling alive.
Your lips have awakened my soul.
Your tongue became the key to the prize that was locked away for so long.
I tremble with just the thought of your touch
As you trace your fingertips down my spine, I am slowly unraveling.
For you do not know about the storm you have just created..
The rain pouring is filled lust and are the only one who can seize this storm.
Baby.
Here we are again;
It's dangerous what we are doing..
Playing in this storm as if the lighting can't touch us.
Whispers of wind can't even stop us.
It's too late.
The storm has just begun.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC