#feelgood
Today I feel good
It isn’t a matter of food
Not a matter of health,
my mood today, isn’t determined by wealth
The past 3 weeks felt horrible.
Today, everything feels endurable.
Not a reason. Nor a grade.
its not your business
Stay away
Today i feel better
it wont last forever
Soon ill have a test
And my happiness will rest.
It doesn’t matter.
Today I feel good.
Ill drag this feeling out, as much as i could.
-orange
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 8:34 AM UTC
You said "I love you I think"
I said "What do you mean?"
But I knew what you meant
That's exactly how I felt
Nov 22, 2024
Nov 22, 2024 at 9:54 AM UTC
Your shadow and mine,
far apart in space,
far apart in time
Waiting by the edge of birch
waiting by the edge of the world
waiting for fate to end our search
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 12:44 AM UTC
Floating on air,
Without a care,
The universe engulfs me,
Feeling so light,
Ready to take flight,
Escape this plight,
Be free!,
With all my might,
To awaken my emotions,
And amuse my senses,
To get lost in time,
A private oasis,
With its sea of people,
And rainbow landscape,
Of colors, textures, smells, and sounds,
No long faces,
No races, class, or spaces,
For hate,
Just love and kindness to re hydrate,
My soul and heart,
From this massive heartache.
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 3:47 PM UTC
Feeling claustrophobic doing emotional aerobics,
can’t breath so I take a breath and breath in,
and if you can’t be with the one you love,
then love the one you can be with,
time is precious,
can’t waste it,
even though I’m at this terminal,
feeling like a rebel that’s complacent,
typing on these keys,
like they could make a difference,
met Jay-Z and respect Alicia keys,
but this New York State of Mind is indignant,
feels like the world is ending,
feels like no one cares,
feeling like no one feels things,
feels like feeling don’t matter any more,
anyways,
you know what they say,
one moment you feel like you’re on top of the world,
the next moment that feeling goes away,
we’ve got pandemics,
we’ve got floods and fires,
we’ve got a worldwide lockdown,
we’ve got misdirected desires,
we’ve got not a lot left to believe in,
see people I know in the street,
and feel like,
I’ve got nothing to say to them,
dead inside,
still sparked and alive,
still I log on just to turn off,
but I’m not grabbed by anything online,
nothing is exciting,
nope nothing at all,
so I try to drown out my anxieties,
with orange juice and alcohol,
wishing I knew which directions to go in,
wishing I knew if life was real or not,
it’s 2020 it feels like that doesn’t mean anything,
feels like we got way but somehow we are still caught,
here in this moment,
with no one except ourselves,
what do you do if ignorance is bliss,
but knowledge is wealth,
which to choose,
the choice is up to you,
I can’t give you any advice,
because I don’t even know what’s true,
though I do know one thing,
when I take a breath and breath it’s,
if you can’t be with the one you love,
then love the one you can be with….
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 12:59 PM UTC
I wanna be a rockstar
Bigger than kurt cobain
Seen a girl on runway
And shotgun her brain
She’s a model on top
And she giving her place
Let me work that body
But for now just the face
Just tryna live the lifestyle
Of being a rockstar
I’m seeing flashing lights
But I see no cop cars
Poppin all these pills
Every single night
Smoke a couple kilos
And do in the white
I seen your living nice
Your just a pop star
I need to go further
I wanna be a rockstar
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 9:41 PM UTC
Someday I will not need these clothes to feel good
I will not worry ‘bout what I should
Someday I’ll do my best and like what I see
I won’t need special wings to feel free
But someday
Could you not come a little sooner?
Please save this girl before I ruin her
Maybe that you could come today
Oh what I would give
Just to be okay
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 4:28 AM UTC
He told me stories of Laughter How he laughed with
His shoulders
His stomach
His cheeks
Until he couldn’t breathe
I haven’t Laughed like that in a while I’ve gotten too Old
But Old man
Don’t you know
You didn't stop Laughing because you got old You got old Because
You stopped Laughing.
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 12:20 PM UTC
The night is perfect.
Cold air relief
From the loud
Heat of the bus.
Beyond the road
People laugh
And embrace;
A perfect soundtrack
That ignites the silent stillness.
I don't know where
You're coming from,
So I look both ways:
Left.
Right.
Left.
Right.
Left.
A headlight!
Every time
An approaching car
Announces itself
Through engine and gravel,
I turn and look up as
A speedbump throws light
Flaring through my retina,
Obscuring everything,
So that for a few seconds,
I have no idea
If it's you or not.
And with each passing car,
My anticipation
Grows.
And my excitement
Grows.
I am happy.
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 11:37 AM UTC
Love is love,
it’s not that complicated,
Love does not care what color or *** you or your love is,
because Love is all inclusive it doesn’t discriminate,
Love is colorblind,
Love Sees No Color Love wears Cross Colours jumpers,
Love is abundant, just ask Russell Simmons or Gloria Carter,
or her baby Jay Z or anyone else who is an authentic Lover,
Love is unconditional & it’s available to everyone,
regardless of class social status religion region or color,
it’s okay to feel good, smile you deserve it,
dedicate yourself to love, believe me it’s worth it,
you get what you give so give 100%,
remember to forget & forgive them, even if they’re not perfect,
because no person walking this earth’s surface is,
but you can still find yourself a good girlfriend or boyfriend,
as long as you’re willing to work with them,
& you two can still be your own version of Bonnie & Clyde,
can still be in love & serve them with services,
there’s wisdom in these verses here,
modern day scriptures for gangstas & hipsters,
they don’t call him LaLux or J-Hova for nothing,
no fronting true strength requires no crutches or addictions,
just enough Dedication as Lil Wayne to get to 10,000 hours,
as laid out well by Macklemore or Malcolm Gladwell’s Outliers,
a Master of Self a ******* from Hell,
***** as hell but he cleans up well
I own all my Master,
you should probably own yours as well,
well,
the floods are coming, there’s some prophecy for you,
either ride the Tidal wave or get washed straight away,
washing the straight leg green jeans clean so there’s no proof,
only proof is us see our success & ourselves are Self Evident,
only witness God won’t testify against our business interest,
the evidence is obvious see we are all sovereign entities,
you are your own country so you are your own president,
a one person army a one person president,
who roams the whole globe everywhere’s their residence,
channelling these visions into verses of the present tense,
told you before I’m not a business man I’m a business, man...
Smile is continued in THHT3...
∆ LaLux ∆
an excerpt from poem #24 of
THHT3: The Hollywood Hills Trilogy 3
available on Amazon here:
www.amazon.com/dp/1950780023
If you've read this far I'd like to show my appreciation by buying you a copy of THHT3 from Amazon myself, seriously, for free. Just send me a Message here or on IG @aaronlaux
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
Happiness is tears of laughter,
video games with your redheaded son,
rescuing a baby ferret to look after,
or telling a ridiculously cheesy pun.
Happiness is a home cooked meal,
your mom randomly giving you a hug,
a Harry Potter sticker on your driving wheel,
or seeing summer's first June bug.
Happiness is your dad being proud of you,
Momma's homemade queso in a crock ***
an ocean wave so stunningly blue,
or learning how to dance in an empty parking lot,
Happiness is running two miles,
sitting in a pew singing "It is well",
watching the Netflix Ted Bundy trials,
or a collection of Galveston seashells.
Happiness is driving through Spring,
a spontaneous trip to the Houston Zoo,
or twenty percent off a James Avery ring.
But mostly... happiness is me when I'm with you.
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 12:16 PM UTC
*
Sometimes "good" is the best word to make one feel better
*
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 11:40 PM UTC
Looks are special.
Words are special.
But can words be twisted to feel like a devil?
Are looks and words even on the same level?
Avoiding tears that flow like a river
The truth is that love, could make a man shiver
A kiss, a lie, making the lips quiver
He was never a taker, only a giver.
Why does the body crave attention?
But shuts down and empties when your name is never mentioned.
I too have been there, I too have cried
I too have felt like my soul just...Died.
Gave up on him.
Gave up on her.
Just pick your poison which wine do you prefer?
After your drink it your vision starts to blurr, you start hearing voices and your words start to slurr.
The looks .
The words.
Your mind it stirs.
Hatred and love, opposites occur.
Ahh...
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 5:43 PM UTC
What's in a look?
Why do we hold such weight in the meeting of eyes,
as though the crossing paths is tangible,
real?
What makes it so special?
Because every time you lock eyes with someone,
you know,
you see a snippet of their mind,
exposed,
raw,
real.
Because people love to hide behind masks these days,
behind filters in photos or makeup at school
or layers
and layers
of lies
and false pretences because they're so desperate for people to like them that it gets hard for them to like themselves.
So when you catch someone's eye,
smile.
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 3:33 PM UTC
You know they can tell
When you walk by
With your stim toys and your fingers tapping
You know they can tell
When you chew on your shirt and flap your arms
And when you stand too close and stare too long
You know she can tell
But she giggles and explains things to you
And she doesn't care about it
She loves you anyway
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC
A thin film of air quarantines the words,
And toggles them into reverse,
Settling them back under the tongues.
The eardrums condensed by a deep warble,
Nothing heard, nothing said,
The pupils swelling like planets through a telescope lens,
Tired eyes gazing, as time flings itself in sepia and grain,
Planting memories of twilights on a park bench after a rusty Monday,
As you looked over a five year old dressed as a ballerina,
Of subtle brushes of the fingertips,
While you walk into the grocery shop in your robe,
The throat starts to build a lump,
And translating it into a warm feeling,
You stay rooted,
As,
The eyes,
Watch,
Un-love,
Wait,
Listen,
Surrender,
And love again,
In Radio silence.
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 2:40 PM UTC
Novus Ordo Seclorum [43]
All Seeing Eye,
in all ways always has It’s all seeing eye on me,
& you might think that in a way that makes me paranoid,
but in all actually it makes me much more comfortable if anything,
because I’ve got nothing to hide in all honesty,
even though there’s two sides to me like I’m Siamese,
& I’m buzzing like a drunken honed in honeybee,
& I see everything even when drinking absinthe as an absent absentee,
'cause I was told that I may hold all that I see & all that I see is everything,
because all of me at any time is capable of seeing anything,
just like the All Seeing Eye that keeps it's eye on me,
honestly honesty is still the best policy,
see even though they still attempt to dilute these truths by telling lies,
I'm still able to describe these truths successfully,
through the modus operandi that I choose to use at any given time,
see these gifts are given & received,
with a well thought of methodology that’s made of modesty,
same mold that was honed by the greatest minds this world's every known,
not mold as in fungus but mold as in the template of successful artistry,
though I must admit when I first started writing scripts I was a bit diffident,
which is different than indifference but anyways either way,
I one day realized the significance within it's magnificence,
& chose to show it since I wrote it so it could be given away,
but I made one promise,
as a poet on that day,
& that was to be modest,
but also have the confidence to not let doubt get in my way,
but it's hard to stay modest when you've written more modified sonnets,
than any other literary artist that's living today,
plus your words are some of the hottest & the girl you've got is a Goddess,
& you’ve made possible what was once thought to be impossible,
as an apostle who's gospel is God-sent in the words of rivals & bibles,
not as a disciple of Jesus Christmas but a disciple of this Divine Existence,
& that's why I see them trying to boost my pride,
& why at the same time I try to resist it,
because I promised to stay modest plus if I'm to be honest,
it wasn't me that made this all happen it was the poetry that did it,
& all of a sudden in a flash & in this instance,
my instinct tells me that it's possible they’ve spotted me,
& it's time for me to flee so I get lost so I can write more life lines,
instead of staying here risking getting caught & writing my own eulogy,
as I observe them like stars in Astronomy,
& observe their behavior like signs in astrology,
as an Anthropologist not an Apologist I observe them,
them this system they live in & all of this honestly,
including this Bureaucracy which is actually a hyper inflated Hypocrisy,
but honestly their mockery of our honesty doesn’t really bother me,
because unconditional Love is my only philosophy,
like Spinoza laying the basics of ethics in the literary form of poetry,
as I serve sermons religiously & responsibly to break the monotony,
& build bridges to doorways to construct my own autonomy,
changing the whole social topography & emotional geography of this society,
by writing the autobiography of our collective ecology & all of it’s prophecies,
I pay dues do the work & the math so in due time I can study Deuteronomy,
I am a prodigy,
& also an oddity,
that will not be brought down or bought off,
by Their Demonistic Mock Democracy,
armed with a picture perfect memory & an unlimited supply of energy,
I expose these moments from dark to light like photography,
from the Dark Room to the Light of Day,
it’s all part of our odyssey whether or not it's all done consciously,
see my conscience sees,
that The All Seeing Eye,
in all ways always has It’s all seeing eye on me,
& you might think that in a way that makes me paranoid,
but in all actually it makes me much more comfortable if anything,
because I’ve got nothing to hide in all honesty,
even though there’s two sides to me like I’m Siamese,
& I’m buzzing like a drunken honed in honeybee,
& I see everything even when drinking absinthe as an absent absentee,
'cause I was told that I may hold all that I see & all that I see is everything,
because all of me at any time is capable of doing & seeing anything,
just like the All Seeing Eye that keeps it's eye on me,
feeling,
alright with the All Seeing Eye on me,
seeking,
all night for some sobriety from this anxiety,
reaching,
a point of enlightenment that shines vibrantly,
teaching,
illuminations of thought that soak into the subconscious silently,
finally, I’m free,
& as I rise above the clouds I see,
the All Seeing Light above watching me,
& that’s alright with me I give myself up willingly,
traded my gifts for a gift card now I’m on a 24/7 worldwide shopping spree,
finally, I’m free, & finally, I see,
that the All Seeing Eye,
has it’s all seeing eye on me,
illuminating all of the darkness,
so that we can all shine on vibrantly,
finally, finally,
I am, you are, we are free!
∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
from The Holy Trilogy Vol. 2: Mandalas
available worldwide here: www.amazon.com/dp/1721134158
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC
Greatest Ever (GOAT)
The greatest ever,
don’t hesitate for the Haters,
I stand here united in love,
while you’re divided as the Equator,
or better yet division equations,
no hesitations I’ve got now don’t care who has later,
baskin in the Florida sun while ballin’ in the fun,
on a beach in Miami with my belly in the sand call me a Gator,
got Florida sun shine in a New York state of One Mind,
in California at Greystone getting more wine from the waiter,
feeling like He-Man at Castle Greyskull getting great skull,
both reckless and tasteful variety the spice of life I like to savor,
and yeah they call me a player but better a player than a hater,
and yeah they call me selfish behind my back then face me and ask for favors,
but I cut through the BS with my lightsaber half Luke Skywalker half Darth Vader,
with no time to waste and no mind to spare so catch me now or see you later,
in the meantime you can find me at the beach,
between just laid and self made plotting revenges and favors,
went from being on the street on my *** with no glass to Best Ever,
fully clothed now with all the bells and whistles from minor league to major,
dressed the nines with my thumb on the button,
and my finger on the trigger,
and I won’t hesitate to detonate,
on any fool that flexes hate because I’m the Greatest Ever,
I’ll spell it out for you,
G.O.A.T.,
and that is the truth,
for real for really,
I’m the GOAT,
setting records and making goals,
so while all the losers are lost in hesitation,
I’m non stop always on the go,
the greatest ever,
don’t hesitate for the Haters,
I stand here united in love,
while you’re divided as the Equator…
∆ LaLux ∆
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC
Back in the day music was good.
We enjoyed ourself no matter what part of town.
From the shotguns, to the high-rises.
The urge that instantly becomes testimonial.
Immediately we'd feel better soon as the music plays.
We'd forget everything else.
Like millions of feet echoing through our ears.
Our body reacts.
The experience of true euphoria when the music takes over.
Suddenly the load doesn't seem so heavy.
From the condos to the slums.
The mark of an era.
Going on down the road.
Nothing to do but walk.
Strut your strut.
The struggle to be free.
The stratosphere doesn't seem all so far.
The absolute rule of thumb.
Coming alive blowing out the dust,
The relationship between artist to listener.
To welcome birth.
The experience of it all.
Nothing but the road in front.
Strutting along.
Living, breathing.
To enjoy yourself no matter what part of town.
From projects to burb.
To step off the curb leave work behind.
Dance the block.
Clocking out.
Stepping to life.
Some of the best memories ever
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC