#films
that's the music from
oblivion
you told me
smiling when we stood at the crosswalk
edges of our umbrellas just barely
touching;
the car's speakers muffled
by your overwhelming voice-
i didn't know you
but you flicked rain at me and we laughed
and i tried hard to smile for you
since you deserved one from me
you tucked back your pretty hair
and walked across the street and turned the corner
and i don't remember if i ever saw you again
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 5:58 PM UTC
we filmed things
the audience would never forgive us for
then we edited them out
it was the right thing to do
the darkness remained behind the camera
but could still be felt by the viewer
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 5:25 PM UTC
. .
pinhole eyes
observe over your kindled lie
the spread of your inedible pattern
doctoring against the indelible darkness
quilted climate of mediation forms over your bed
wiring out your unfiltered horrors with gentle fluence
(the rental of ebb and the menial of flow)
tapping metal musician on the raw triggers
that fore-reign your vital psychology
the inks the rigs the tinkers the shallows
the shadows and score that wink to us all
from the blue night
observed
pinhole eyes
. .
blue screen onto the window of the night
stalked by the lonely boy
you widowed it all away
vagranted and volunteered away all your daylight
gave up the tokens of family
schooling features and few friends
remaining ; an intelligence to pool fear
you take on the scientists
popping your dreams
to see if they spasm and scream
gutting their symmetry blazing a ****
recovering only more symmetry
rummaging away with their simplicity
extending the corridor without sympathy
searching out the temple of it all
a deeper darker origin to answer to it all
. .
shakedown plug right through the eyes
you were riding it for ecstatic life
made a corpse of it now
naked to the nerve your teeth grown in
invited to savage your way out
venture through the gaper glass
information salvaged wreckage retrieved
your markers picked up the importance received
up to you/ the message : "exist, if you please"
. .
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 3:45 PM UTC
Not this neck of the woods again.
They say Annie Wilkes found you
and brought you here.
You know the face,
but not the name.
Leaving so soon?
You just checked in.
Death is not a parallel move.
Neither is living at the
Love will terrace apartments.
Eye of the needle and thread.
If wolf is at the door,
Guess who's in bed?
Butcher, baker, candlestick maker?
Or is it simply Norman?
Mar 6, 2024
Mar 6, 2024 at 2:10 PM UTC
/ Blade Running \
Making memories,
Wondering who sent for me,
If it wasn’t you then who was it,
& if you didn’t send for me then why are you here next to me,
Self preservation is the first law of nature,
From animal to human from human to machine,
Antisocial butterflies restlessly cramped in our cocoons,
Part plant part mineral part alien fully human being,
Sure we converse with other persons,
But we converse more with ChatGPT,
Hey AI I have a question,
Do ‘Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?’,
Even Philip K ****
Doesn’t know what the answer is to this mystery is,
Half man half nocturnal machine,
Half real life half diurnal dream,
Were we born or were we made maybe it’s the same thing,
Maybe there isn’t a difference or so it would seem,
“You don’t believe,
In miracles because you’ve never seen a miracle.”,
That’s why you’re willing to **** for a fee,
& why you’re always so sterile & cynical,
& maybe that’s why I write,
More than I do anything else,
As a way of trying to jog your memory,
While running up the bill,
At the bar trying to wash away,
Things that still affect me even though they can’t be totally recalled,
In this present day sci-fi anti-climactic dystopia like Arnold,
Call me Jack of All Trades & I’ll call you Jill of It All,
Getting drowsy,
Must be the pills,
On a plane,
On my way to somewhere else,
Travel so much,
Sometimes I wake up & don’t know what country I’m in,
It’s a dog eat dog world so cat naps can be dangerous,
Especially when you drink while sleep walking on Ambien,
A creature with amnesia & beautiful features,
How’d you become such a miracle,
Are you really that perfect,
Or is that just the way I remember you,
Guess it doesn’t matter either way,
Because maybe I don’t even remember you,
Maybe you’re not mine because maybe you never were,
Maybe nothing is mine not even the memories I have of you,
Maybe it’s all just programing,
Maybe we’re all just programs,
Programed to play our part,
In The Grand Program,
Programmed by the wizard behind the curtain,
Or by the woman behind the glass wall,
Maybe in the end we have the same thing we had in the beginning,
Which is absolutely nothing at all,
Maybe that’s why I’m making memories,
Wondering who sent for me,
If it wasn’t you then who was it,
& if you didn’t send for me then why are you here next to me,
Self preservation is the first law of nature,
From animal to human from human to machine,
Antisocial butterflies restlessly cramped in our cocoons,
Part plant part mineral part alien fully human being,
Sure we converse with other persons,
But we converse more with ChatGPT,
Hey AI I have a question,
Do ‘Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?’,
Even Philip K ****
Doesn’t know what the answer is to this mystery is…
∆ LaLux ∆
From ABC: The Beginning Of The End
Available worldwide on all platforms and in all mediums, Audiobook, Paperback, Digital, and Hardcover
Feb 4, 2024
Feb 4, 2024 at 1:57 AM UTC
the cult of the ideal woman.
silent era mignon.
pass the baton.
a little diplomacy.
a little electricity.
and a waterfall of curls.
she moves with the fayre.
I see her idling on Fifth Avenue
and at work behind the counters
of the stores.
besotted men plant young, leafless trees upside-down,
roots in the air, simply because
she wants it that way.
a groundbreaking end
to The Broken Oath,
and her name on the credits
for the very first time.
screens, fans, and umbrella stands.
or maybe lilies in a field of seclusion.
she is stardom.
she is the eternal question.
Aug 22, 2022
Aug 22, 2022 at 11:29 AM UTC
( I have posted this poem of mine on several different international poetry sites everytime there is a school shooting in the U.S as I care about all children deeply and feel for innocent lives lost.
This time in Uvalde, Texas, USA)
https://youtu.be/40KtlqpCN0I
TELLY TROUBLE AND DANGERS
What kids are watching on telly
are crimes and crimes in all variety!
Crimes of hate
crimes of passion
acting it out at shocking rate
thinking in some wild fashion
then ending up cell mates
TV can **** their compassion
Their coffins enter cemetery gates
When kids watch their movie heroes
shoot down people with the gun
they are incited to do the same
to achieve some thrill and fun.
When they see their very film star
slash someone's throat in a fit of anger
they think well of crimes of rage
and plunge everybody else into danger.
The tendency to portray the violent scene
luridly and shockingly on the Big Screen
Ah, even for the small screen, tis the gory
that makes for the dark and thrilling story.
Now that technology's long opened
this wily pandora's box,
the dispersal of amplified social ills
just ain't no hoax
The rowdy hoodlums and reckless gangsters
are simply by-products of Tv influences
The world watches the thriving of the bully-boy pranksters
passively in helpless terror of their offences.
It's all portrayal of the ****** the obscene
by that devious Silver Screen
And the horror movie
though it may seem groovy
begets the horrendous
and drills evil thoughts subliminally
into the subconscious!
Viewing those gruesome swashbuckling films
gives rise to morbid sadistic whims
Flipping through the TV channels just ponder
if the telly's the perfect channel
of information is it a proper panel?
Dad always tells me, 'fear ye the roaches' flicking antennae?
While you oughtta fear the influence of 'em' flickering images by dish antennae'.
It's an unrestrained dark faking
of real life reality exaggerating
Whether it's Bollywood in the East
or it's Hollywood in the West
they don't merely impart tactics of defence
but rather those of aggressive offence
Just verbal tougher gun laws couldn't halt
even underage shooting sprees
Rather it's stringent scanning of Tv content
and banning citizens from acquiring guns
that might make it forever cease
Parental supervision too tis gravely essential
should've been of parental code quintessential
So the next time you catch your youth or teen
absorbed and engrossed while glued to the screen
Just sleuth a bit just to make sure
that for the ****** he's not too keen!
Only a mere single merit that I dug
as I drank cappucino in my mug
that atleast one couldn't live in a bubble
daily watching this bubblebug.
Jun 1, 2022
Jun 1, 2022 at 1:31 PM UTC
I love films!
Some long others short
I've lost count how many I've bought
I love films!
I love films!
Black and white to colour
A cool dvd cover
I love films!
I love films!
Box sets, special edition
Today's new acquisition
I love films!
I love films!
My moment to be free
Sat with my cup of tea
I love films!
I love films!
Simply put they're the best
What do I love? You've guessed!
I love films!
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 7:15 PM UTC
That gibberish he talked was city speak,
Gutter talk near the Tannhäuser Gate:
Memories, you're talking about memories,
Moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain,
All I could do is sit there and watch him
die. Slow thing and he fought it all the way,
Where do I come from? Where am I going?
Go to Hell or go to Heaven, I'm afraid,
That's a little outside my jurisdiction,
Fiery the angels fell / deep thunder rolled,
Ships on fire off shoulder of Orion,
More human than human is our motto,
I watched him die all night. To have feelings,
I've seen things you people wouldn't believe.
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 8:56 AM UTC
The idea had been growing in my brain,
Queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal,
They are all animals anyway,
Become a person like other people,
Organization is necessary,
All the animals come out at night,
There never has been any choice for me,
Wash all this **** off the streets. My body fights,
There is no escape. I am God's lonely man,
Headaches that stay and never go away,
Thank God for the rain. Wash the garbage and
cannot put it back together again,
One day there will be a knock on the door,
and it will be me. What hope is there for (me?)
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 6:57 PM UTC
Remind me again
of the where and when of it,
it’s slipping through my finger memories
and my heart slows
Tell me of the Technicolor past,
even with the scratched film stock
I need to see it again
to affirm the mummers truth
and rest easy
I know you tire of the words,
of me,
sorry, sorry me
But the third reel is fixed
and the epilogue’s flickered approach
rattles near
Before the credits roll
narrate me a last flashback
to suspend our disbelief in
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 8:12 AM UTC
I brought some rolls for us tonight
so the photograph would be under the blue and yellow light
because the world is now knowing that we both alright
after leaving those fight and some dark night.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 3:48 AM UTC
Didn’t know,
there were so,
many people our there,
I thank you,
you’re welcome,
now we can drink,
incredibly perfect,
choice present,
5D HDTV
actions with intent,
hello,
it’s the man in the mirror again,
what does it mean does it mean anything,
just relax take a seat have a drink,
try some marzipan or better yet try again,
but wait what about marscopone,
catching the time watching it go by on the mirror clock,
“Are you okay,
you look a little tired.”,
“yeah I’m fine.”,
I reply,
never wanted to **** a man,
even if he had it coming,
and he did,
bring out the dogs and get the cats to quit complaining,
it’s raining cats and dogs,
open the box don’t wake up on your death bed with regrets,
I’ve killed men in service of my country,
God bless the USA stars and stripes promises and threats,
and I’d say there’s a conspiracy,
at least that’s my guess,
and I almost know what I’m doing here,
but I don’t quite know yet,
didn’t know,
there were so,
many people our there,
I thank you,
you’re welcome,
now we can drink…
∆ LaLux ∆
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 8:33 PM UTC
love is gravity
& hearts plummet.
oxygen seizes
so why summit.
white flies lick
****** knees.
red skin burns
muddy pleas.
time is helium
& lies numb it.
suboxone eases
just for a moment.
marigold dyes
lazy grips.
kudzu spreads
like raging fits.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC
Games on,
and a lot of players are playing games,
but the jokes on you if your card’s the Fool,
don’t be read can’t blame the player blame the game,
so spin the wheel pick a number,
act it out name that tune,
but don’t debate what the haters say,
because love will conquer all,
because at the end of the day,
that’s all that really matters,
so show me what’s real now,
or see you later…
∆ LaLux ∆
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
Can’t even stand straight,
but can hit these phone buttons with precision,
equilibrium off can’t calibrate,
the best days are sometimes made by the worst decisions,
I have visions,
so go ahead and make my day,
like Clint Eastwood in Beast Mode,
people know these quotes are destined for fame,
don’t blame the player,
blame the game,
if we all admitted our secrets instead of keeping them hidden,
we could all walk around without shame,
but until then,
we take these Walks of Shame through these Halls of Fame,
as we pass by Walls of Fame trying to stay at least halfway sane,
anyways whatever what was it I was saying again?
an’t even stand straight,
but can hit these phone buttons with precision,
equilibrium off can’t calibrate,
the best days are sometimes made by the worst decisions…
∆ LaLux ∆
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC
All I want for Christmas is a Discworld.
** ** **
Discworld is filled with laughter;
But it has a dark side,
With Death on my mind.
It is what I would have written,
If only I could write…
Or find the time.
It may not be Christmas,
But the Discworld films are on my wish-list.
I will purchase them all,
I will watch them all
And I will love them all.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 7:39 AM UTC
My wasted heart
Growing older, with memories on my mind.
Wishing I could have had more time to share,
With the women I have loved.
Laughing at love with open eyes, now I am no longer blind.
Romantic comedies are my painful addiction
And my love life is so unjust.
Sing me a song and I will take it to my heart.
Let the backing singers sing along and let their voices be heard!
My wasted heart has forever been lost in the dark.
Will you become my guiding light
And let me see clearly through the blur?
I want to find love, so inside a film I look.
Can you help me find the love I seek?
There are too many books on love.
All I want is you; let me into your life for a while.
Dance with me under a disco ball and I will try to make you smile.
Raise the trumpets, bang the drums;
Clap those hands and sing about love!
Let my wasted heart find those three words it wishes to hear.
Surely I deserve a little piece of happiness too.
Am I ever going to find a real and true love that will never disappear?
Before you depart and vanish from my life,
Let me leave a thought inside your mind…
Could you fall hopelessly head over heels with me?
And could I be someone you could be with?
I would like to know, how do you feel and what do you see?
When you have come to your decision, could you give me a hint?
If we had never met and you had never known of my existence,
Would you have missed out on something that you could desire?
If you were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar
And I had never asked for your assistance,
Would I have made a mistake if I had never told you,
That you are what I require?
Would my love have been wasted, without you to love?
Or would you make the first declaration inside a crowded café?
You can leave and forget me, but I would never give up on love,
So before you walk away and waste my heart once again,
Please remember how you felt when we first met…
Before I become a stranger and I sadly walk away.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 7:17 AM UTC
Tired of T.V.
Because of T.V., I can no longer think;
I can only dream myself to sleep.
The film that I watch, was given a five star rating
And the star of the film, was on the front of Empire magazine.
But I feel so tired, as my eyelids fall down.
I can no longer concentrate; my short term memory is dead.
What was that thing, the lead actor just said?
Oh well, who cares? I’m going to bed.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 4:01 AM UTC
Life is hard
Drown away the sorrow,
Looking forward to a brighter day.
Life may be quite hard now,
But you'll rise above the hurt and pain.
Never let life bring you down;
Don't get too high you'll fade away
And that's a shame for you and me
And that's a shame for you and me.
We die one day, it’s plain to see
And that’s a shame, for you and me.
We fade away, it’s clear to see
And that’s a shame, for you and me.
Fighting fate is fatal.
Some things were not meant to be changed.
Thinking causes headaches; ignore those thoughts,
Don't strain your brain.
Living life is hard sometimes,
But experiences light up the way.
Your path's already written down;
Your fate is sealed, Gods choice is made.
Did he choose right? God can't be wrong.
Was it his choice to create this song?
We die one day, it’s plain to see
And that’s a shame, for you and me.
We fade away, it’s clear to see
And that’s a shame, for you and me.
So go make a movie, become a star;
Earn lots of cash, buy a new sports car.
Regret today the morning after;
Collect your reward, an Oscar, a Bafta.
A piece of iron, sculptured and shaped;
Become a monkey, in The Planet of the Apes.
Live for fame and hear the applause!
Don't regret your choices; the choices were all yours
And remember on your final resting day;
You chose to choose and that can't be changed.
We die one day, it’s plain to see
And that’s a shame, for you and me.
We fade away, it’s clear to see
And that’s a shame, for you and me
And that’s a shame, for you and me.
(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 7:37 PM UTC
Fire or sky
It’s all a state of mind.
Day by day people change.
Films get better or worse with age;
These times of changing truth or lie.
Fact or fiction, it’s all in your mind.
The thoughts we think expand or rewind,
Back to childhood when things were just fine.
Only you can find the truth that lies beneath the rubble.
Shattered heads think less and see double.
Open eyes, need open minds, to translate fire from sky.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC
All these things,
mean nothing to me,
stop giving me gifts,
you can’t buy me with things,
I’m on a flight with no baggage,
only carry on so carry on,
just checking in I just checked in on a flight,
gone into the light of the night so if you’re checking for me I’m already gone,
on a flight with no baggage,
can’t get used to taking this abuse,
I mean I know we’re all monsters,
but that’s no excuse,
and I know we usually destroy our own lives,
so why even try to improve I mean really what’s the use?
Destroying our own cities,
look what horrors we’ve become,
toying with our own citizens,
becoming old and alone instead of together and young,
living long enough to see ourselves become the villains,
growing ugly and old instead of dying beautiful and young,
oh Lord what have we done?
And I just want to escape,
please I want to leave and go anywhere but here,
see you don’t own me I’m not your doll,
so don’t call me baby or sweetie or honey or dear,
I am not any one of your things to be given,
I am not responsible for your oppressed childhood tears,
I am bigger than that,
I am bigger than you,
I am the Cheshire Cat,
I am the moon,
I am bigger than big,
I am a monster to monsters,
so no do not try and control me,
because I conquer those that try and conquer,
a monster,
with metallic scales and electric hair,
I grip your tiny Hell of a shell and crush your rig caged fury,
I step forward the earth quakes and my black eyes rage,
little man please,
hitting me doesn’t make you’re weak self stronger,
and I know I put up with your passive aggressive attacks before,
but I’ve turned into a monster and won’t put up with it any longer,
you’ve turned me into a monster,
so I’m standing up,
to all the times I’ve been knocked down,
I’m getting you out of my life,
and I’m getting me out of this town,
out of this place,
away from these things,
and I swear to God I’ll cut off my fckn finger,
if that’s what it takes to lose this ring,
all these things,
mean nothing to me,
stop giving me gifts,
you can’t buy me with things,
I’m on a flight with no baggage,
only carry on so carry on,
just checking in I just checked in on a flight,
gone into the light of the night so if you’re checking for me I’m already gone…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 10:18 PM UTC