#empowering
In love I won't live
One dimensional gives
And this stage repels
Vertical summit
Cleave of immortal surrender
Before he?
Destitute blank
Immediate end
So as a painting falls alone
Inside I will ponder
Seas speak in parting
No more hiding
I'm wanting
And regressing beyond the first bite of words in a fight
The news
Hurtful I'm confused
Come back
The combat
The combat of coming in second
My words haul pain don't they?
I've seen living lunge through
Thrown out
It has to be good news
Nothing's happened yet
I only got to words
And walked into the paint
If I make it back to you welling up
I swear to be confused
You're no longer than my musing
But sharing is going to blend me
I'll be leaping without speaking from now
'Till I draw, you hear
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 6:43 PM UTC
In I am adapting
Exists
Two times, the more
Another letter taken
Misspelled, heartbreaking
And tied in false
But pre tensed
The exchange and
Raffle of
No, not epiphany
A harpsichord
On tour
Exuberance, devout
Silence of mirrors
They've come out
And about to steer
A ship mailed by
Friends out too
Defend my coverage
This refiled
accusation
A band dawning
In calculation
The lost pursuits
Haggled in dispute me verse
Still softened in
Tribute
To hear
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 6:59 PM UTC
She came to me with heavy eyes,
a story of love turned into lies.
A boy had broken what she had built,
left her standing in shadows of guilt.
But queens do not crumble,
they rise from the ground—
I took her hand,
and I fixed her crown.
I told her: *“You are fire,
you are gold,
you are the story
yet to be told.
No boy can dim
the light you bear,
your worth is endless,
beyond compare.”
So lift your head,
let sorrow fall—
you were never small,
you were always tall.
And when the world
tries to drag you down,
remember—queens
adjust each other’s crowns.
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 5:55 AM UTC
take two,
and let
the cameras roll—
flip the script,
you tried to
rewrite the blame.
but the lens
is cracked,
the angles don’t lie,
and this story
won’t end
the same.
let’s move past
the charade—
acting only works
until the mask
falls away.
we’re both
to blame,
but only one
kept staging
the pain.
i could pretend,
but this is
the end—
a close-up
on the fallout
of the reckless
and the brave.
take two—
lights,
camera,
reaction.
this is my scene
now,
my cut,
MY flame.
and you
can’t steal
the spotlight
from me
again.
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 1:25 AM UTC
(H).ealing involves Loving, and encouraging one
(A).nother, having a mind that's
(P).ositive and not Negative,
(P).raying for one another,
(I).nspiring, and also Motivating each other,
(N).ourishing each other with kind words,
(E).mpowered to take control of your Life, through the Grace of God,
(S).uccess is on your side, and hopefully with hard work,
(S).atisfaction is Guaranteed
B.R.
Date: 4/30/2025
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 3:06 PM UTC
My clothes
My body
My identity
These are not reflections of me
They're extensions of me
Nov 7, 2023
Nov 7, 2023 at 12:49 PM UTC
The simplicity of this will blow your mind.
Nothing leaves this plane/t.
When you die your body decomposes and becomes soil. The gasses and liquids in your body evaporate and become air wich goes back up into the clouds.
From conception every drop of water your mother drank and every fruit or vegetable she ate, came from the clouds and soil that nourished her.
From birth you are made up of these cells from those cycles that will forever recycle until the end of time. You drink the same water that fell on this earth at the beginning of its life.
I do believe in a soul and spirit.
But you can now see.
YOU ARE EVERY PERSON YOU'VE EVER MET.
Nov 10, 2021
Nov 10, 2021 at 4:09 PM UTC
Early morning birds chirping
Singing melody’s of peace
Looking out into the forest
I see beauty in your face
Africa has a smell that no one can erase
A smell that echos love into your soul
Life so simple, life so inspiring and incredible
Don’t believe what the discovery channel told you about a land that existed before any other
Africa the mother of the earth
Birthing billions of souls
who left it but still live in it
It’s blood runs deep in our souls
Skin shades might change
but our roots are deep Within
When Africa cries we feel it’s pain
When Africa smiles we rejoice with pure joy
Colonizers tried to change it but it changed them
They stole its music, passion, material good, it’s minerals, traditions, and norms
Taking even its greatest queens and kings
Tribal men and women
They tried to **** its joy but it still smiled through the pain
Enslaving it’s people still couldn’t **** it existence
Africa
Birthed in resistance and molded by resilience, inspired by diligence, fueled by consistence
We are strong, powerful, and courageous
Africa the birthplace of the human race
With our palms pressed let’s say Grace
As we pray for peace
Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 1:16 PM UTC
Empress won’t impress
just to please
With a vendetta against aggression
she brings violence to its knees
Tiger striped thighs tantalise
though single handedly she
plays tonight
on a mission, led by zebra striped eyes
she rides the northern lights
Peace and presence, her only weapon
an Empress needn’t corruption to threaten
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 5:09 PM UTC
See I never understood
The kind of humor they posses,
They make jokes about hate crimes
And call a man gay for wearing a dress,
And I never would have thought
That these people could make such a mess
And then tell us
To clean it up
Like it wasn't them.
Always falling for the bad guy
Because he never got a chance,
And ignoring what's wrong with him
Until we’ve got blood on our hands,
And I never would have thought
That he could make such a mess
And then tell me
To clean it up
Like it wasn't him.
They always ask us to smile
But they never understood,
They tell us we belong in the kitchen
But if they were us they never could,
They say “go wash the dishes”
Just like a woman “should”.
See I just don't understand
The kind of humor they posses,
They make jokes about ****
And shame the sizes of our chests,
And yet we continue to praise the bad
Over and again,
These girls’ minds were stolen at the age of ten.
They’ve taught us to close our mouths
And they tell us to shut up,
We were raised by the same women
Who would never give up,
We painted signs,
We said our speeches,
But I guess it's just bad luck,
We can't change people who refuse
To grow up
And I never would have thought
That these people would make such a mess,
Just because she's drunk
It doesn't mean its a yes,
Why has it been so hard to get this through their heads,
“Your overreacting”
Let's all invalidate her feelings instead.
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 12:22 PM UTC
Work the bread and the butter to the bone,
Let it penetrate your pores,
Become your very blood,
A part of your soul,
Emerge a hero of your own.
Because if you’re not then who?
Who,
Who,
Who, who will be your own?
A true part of your heart.
Work the bread and butter to the bone,
Be the magic you speak of so,
Have it become your flesh and core,
The vital part of your all,
Emerge victorious on your own.
Because if you’re not then who?
Who,
Who,
Who, who will be your own but you,
Who will be the fuel but you,
Who will have the power but you?
Don’t lie to the single being who is a must for you to have a life,
for you to have it all,
Emerge a…
Emerge vic..
Emerge a…
Emerge vic…
You know thyself too well to lie.
Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 5:32 PM UTC
you are not an impostor
**** those bastardly sons of ******* you are not an impostor
i know that you curl your toes under your shoes
hold your breath before you speak
check your laces twice before you step
out on tightrope 8 miles above ground
when you swallow a sentence and chase it with whiskey
trying not to choke on the sharp edges of “not enough”
your stomach bile will vault through your esophagus
in perfect lingual trapeze
stick the landing with ease and say ta da
say everything except what you need
when you rise from your knees
those itchy words will drop
into the soul of your shoes
with which you curl your toes
hold your breath
and check your laces twice before you remember
that you are not an impostor
in front of you are jesters and clowns
and a circus of whistles, bells, and frozen sounds
your shoes will grow three ******* sizes
because a) the grinch ain’t got **** on you and
b) you can do the Charlie Brown to space funk and
see(c) that you have all the room in the world to move your feet
tumble from your tight rope
let the people around you string together bridges and safety nets
go out to the carnival and win some bottle caps
take the stuffed version of you from the prize rack
and sleep well with it at night
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 2:08 PM UTC
you say you're broken
you say you’re a monster
you say you don’t deserve love
but
what you don’t see
is the beauty in you
yes,
you may be broken
but
it doesn’t make you any less of a person
it doesn’t make you any less beautiful
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 2:59 PM UTC
i am me
myself
and i
that's it
that's all i need
just me
myself
and i.
i don't need love
i don't need anybody
just me
myself
and i.
i've got me
for life,
just me
myself
and i.
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 12:09 AM UTC
the person that reflected back in the mirror
wasn’t the same person she used recognize
she turned into a stranger
when she spoke the voice that came out
was different
the clothes that she wore didn’t rest right on
her bones.
though she was unfamiliar with figure she saw
everyone around her could see the transformation she made.
questioning how she got this way.
but knowing that she could only grow from there.
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 11:37 AM UTC
Another Tinder match
supposed we hike to bromo mountain
If not to suffer me
neighbor country guy
Where jaded is the least people be
lives in a bunkbed dorm room
For months and months
Certified to put judgement
on strangers
He studies everyone
But locals
Talks in languages
but local's
He's interested in story of stragers
But not my story
Too local maybe
One lunch in a local's
I lend him lunch money
He never thinks he owes me
A thing
He sits there on the corner
Reading people's story
Those whose land made
By foreign spices, coal, and sweats
Like me
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 2:11 PM UTC
yes, she is made of storms
a maiden of chaos
she calls herself
for no man
could ever chain her
to one place
she is adventure
the most exciting one
her smiles, affectionate
and never wears off
she is fire and ice
the very existence
of metaphor and simile
and all that is opposing
yet moving at the same direction
similar yet unique
wild and beautiful
minute and vast
truly,
she is phenomenal
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 7:46 AM UTC
... but you can’t fool Me,
I see your sadness for exactly what it is,
in between fake laughs false compliments,
& passive aggressive insulting attacks,
I see your sadness that you hide behind those name brands,
Drew House with fake smiles can’t fool me nor impress me,
the only way to get ride of your darkness is to let it go,
share Yourself with others like Shia did with #IAMSORRY,
made some mistakes a couple hundred times but it’s okay,
find a Purpose like Justin admit your mistakes & say Sorry,
you’re beautiful just the way you are, mistakes paved the way,
you are a living Self Portrait, put your colors on display,
& admit you were so concerned with your own heart,
that you didn’t see the Heartbreaks that you made…
∆ LaLux ∆
an excerpt from poem #27 of
THHT3: The Hollywood Hills Trilogy 3
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Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 5:49 PM UTC
Who,
hurt you,
so bad,
that you haven’t let yourself heal,
& why,
do you,
let them,
continue to hurt you?
Why,
are you,
hiding in your shell,
you are not a shellfish,
here,
have, a well wish,
I wish,
you realize,
that you are stronger,
than any memory that you may have,
that you are stronger,
than any person that’s ever hurt you in the past,
that you are stronger,
than the darkness that’s invaded your light,
What a paradox you can often be,
one minute so outgoing the next minute totally shut off,
refusing dialogue not caring if you die at all,
on a walk in a park after dark communications shut down,
well you know what love, you’re too resolute,
to let let downs let you down,
I see you,
I see your struggles, I see your strengths,
I see that you are so close, to having a life altering epiphany,
I see it even if you don’t let me propose this question,
do you think a caterpillar knows as it grows,
that it’s about to metamorphosize into a beautiful butterfly?
See you might not see you, but I see you,
I see that you are so close, to having a life altering epiphany,
& breaking totally free, but you know what,
you don’t have to break to be free, you already are free,
you just have to realize it, & once you do, which you will,
you will see, no one can hurt you, not even you,
because you are a being, of such astounding strength,
that you’re just beginning to understand how strong you are,
so who cares who hurt you so bad you haven’t healed,
because from now on you will let no one ever hurt you again.
Remember that…
∆ LaLux ∆
from THHT3: The Hollywood Hills Trilogy 3
available worldwide here: www.amazon.com/dp/1950780023
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∆
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 11:32 PM UTC
an excerpt from THHT3: The Hollywood Hearts Trilogy Vol. 3
...See she says if we have *** she’ll feel guilty & regret it,
I don’t want to be one of her regrets, so I get gone to prevent it,
apparently she associates *** with trauma from her past,
& I don’t want to open old wounds because I’m sensitive,
still my sentiment makes me ask this,
since when, did our past begin to define us,
when it’s always been our present destiny that we manifest,
I don’t know I guess sometimes we forget & have to remind us,
that we angels albeit fallen & all of us are Heaven sent,
& sometimes only moments like this are where we truly find us,
that scent, on your skin, mixes with the wind,
sending signals, to my brain, to release serotonin,
sea breeze, coconut trees, please jeez I’m on my knees,
I’m ready, & willing to start when you are, just say when,
still, my sentiment makes me ask this,
since when, since were names so inappropriate,
Scarlet’s a darling sure, but far from a harlot that’s my word,
so far that actually she abstains, resisting like a soviet,
since when,
were you so absent from class that,
you forgot the basic fact that,
all women are divine even when abstinent,
honestly I’d rather be,
laying in this hammock with a Goddess that’s abstinent,
than rubbing while clubbing,
getting used by a drunken **** that will soon be a has been,
a has been that can’t get a reaction not even a fraction,
nope I want a genuine artist, not a bad act with bad actin’,
I want laughter I want rushes,
I want her because with her all of that comes in bunches,
her inner instinct is distinct,
& is much more than just what a hunch is,
a hunger for wonder, what’s for lunch kid?
Let’s have a picnic this instant & then get down to business,
actually let’s scrap the deal & forget all about business,
let’s get up let’s rise like the tides & ride like the winds,
let’s make some magic & let God be our witness,
we’re in this, no limits, no gimmicks, no scrimmage,
no cynics, no stupids, no skeptics, no septic, no sewage,
no sadness, no losers, no handcuffs, so tragic, the truth is,
that abusers, abuse but, their tactics, are average,
so when, they attempt it, we just shut down, that madness,
make them, step back, back track, & send them packin’,
& once they realize what’s happened,
they retract & shoot back with,
“I’m so sorry, jeez, please accept my apologies,
I didn’t mean, to try to take all of your Light Energy!”,
ok we hear them plead, but don’t accept their pleases,
we tell these fickle fleas, “I think it’s time for you all to flee!”,
peace, & their gone, along with the whispers in the wind,
& we’re in the hammock again,
Scarlet & I still off our mark & still high as ever,
gone like the wind our world continues to spin,
distracted by our addictions which is apparent,
from the scars we’re wearin’ in the body we’re currently in,
with red eyes, no bullseyes, no bullsh!t, just straight facts,
think about the best thing you could ever do in your life,
& rest assured we’ve been there & done that,
all true in all ways in other words this’s all correct,
from Venus to Mars with,
a darling named Scarlet,
she leaves an imprint on my soul,
though with no crayon nor marker, she uses her armor,
no mark, no start, no finish,
no gimmicks, just livin’ this life we live that we live to the limit,
with words that are true in all ways in other words all fact,
we progress in order to obtain a peaceful coexistence,...
∆ LaLux ∆
THHT3: The Hollywood Hearts Trilogy vol 3
available worldwide 9/9/19
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 3:31 AM UTC
And perhaps it's because you're gone
that I'm made of stronger stuff
than I was before.
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 8:56 AM UTC
Meet me in the kiss of angels, where I hide the treasures of eternal life. Meet me in Heaven at midnight, Lord God. Come and You shall see me naked, my soul is evaporating in the skies and made one with the light of Your majestic love. How gratifying are the churches where my prayers hide, they suffused my floral flavours and made my love one and the same with the absolute. Let the celestial kiss take a bath in our imperial delight. My angels sink in Your golden graces. Let me fly in circles to paint the portrait of Your beauty. Let me fly till the end of times and then come back on Earth.
Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 2:35 PM UTC
Beauty for me was measured by numbers and shade. The shade of my skin. The number on the scale, the size tag on the shirt, the number of compliments and the number of likes. Social status was defined by the number of followers. And I myself defined through the eyes of others and opinions. But beauty was so much more. It wasn’t all about being beautiful. It is about the words you speak. It is about what you read and watch. It is the cerebral stimulating conversations you hold. It is the way you burn heart with brilliance and engulf heart with compassion. It is the sweetness in your laughter and the humor in your quirkiness. It is the things you stand up for and the things you love. It is the way you are random and weird. It is the way you sow your own garden and give flowers to yourself and others. It is the way you lose yourself in your passions and the way you’re so driven to your goals. It’s all the intricacies of your heart, mind and soul. For there is beauty in all the little things that made you, you. Most of all there is beauty in the way you see, love and care for yourself, because all along you never needed to convince anyone or fit in to the words written to be beautiful. And accepting yourself for the person you are is the most empowering and beautiful thing you can do.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 10:18 AM UTC