#historic
Sir Marx, if your time now may leisure be,
to lend thy ears, a breath of time to me,
I, a boy of three less than a mere twenties,
have written an appeal for commons to unite,
if worthy may you assume, shall I present it to thee?
—in parts of three,
where the first, being meant for vulcan borned -
must heat and red devour on dark, whilst ferrum's fuelled with rage?
must the flames bloom amidst the sky, whilst we feed the furnace coal?
Achtung ! Dichtung , the song of steel may fill the forging halls,
Schreien und die in agony, ductile-brittle ****
Come fourth lest quench the iron's yen, lest it strengthen to core,
And forge with pride and wit along, the tools of our fight,
A crescent for hands who grant the grain, A hammer to pound our blade !
you've read the hammer now, and if eager still ye be,
here cometh the second prose, let this our sickle be -
Reapeth the withered with a tear laden cheek, plucketh the ripe with a laugh of pride,
his own lass , would daughter second be known,
such care he hath cherished , for the soil and its sown.
from the foul of weather-weed, to the stare of corvid eyes,
canst he protect and flourish his land,
but gets stabbed by a dagger , of the papers he signed,
with the count, with the lender ,
with the crown , with the dealer.
if the first was a fire, and second, a pool of tears,
the third shall be a wick for a rebel, without fears -
but behold !
let not the tears wash the scars away,
let them unite to set a fire ablaze,
to stand tall, and ask with a soul piercing gaze,
Doth the stack of coins make nobles gouge their eyes?
for they weep o'er wilting of some silly red rose,
yet laugh when their policies break the spine of a town,
shouldn't we make a torch, to make such blinds see,
or a blast perhaps, to make them deafs hear,
That their paper, like termites , hollow not just the order,
But the pillars as well, that makes the stage of world stand?
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 8:17 AM UTC
Complex and wonderfully atrocious
This repetitive love cycle
Unfurls itself into my life
A living shadow
Feeding off my organs
Make my body whimper,
Dispel me to the sweet surrender
As every night I lay awake,
There you are, dejected as ever
Eating me and my tongue
Was it delicious when you drank of me?
I'm pulled into your velvet caress
Of wanting your name
Curious about your next bite
And the historic love bites of you.
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 5:50 PM UTC
In the shadows she now stands
a bridge to the past
a link to yesteryear.
Beside her modern day brother
of concrete and steel
she whispers " I'm still here"
She doesn't pale in comparison
that fact is clear.
She shines in the sun,
in a weathered sort of way.
Saying "Remember me"
I'll be gone someday.
My purpose is now much grander
than just reaching from one side to the other.
I reach into history, into the memories
of those who remember me,
when I was vital
when I was necessary.
Not many left now,
of them, or of those like me.
So visit when you can,
hold a loved one's hand,
and pass beneath my eves.
"We're still here", so make new memories.
Cause when we're gone we're gone,
and all that will remain,
Is faded photos, old stories,
and memories.
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 12:53 PM UTC
The handles of time are wicked, pointy, and blood-lusting
They shoot into me like bullets and never stop their gusting
There is no talk on the matter on how getting out of me
Their marks on my life never disappear and historic shall they be
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
How much is too much,
doing those Emily Dickinson numbers,
almost to #2100,
doing with words what was previously unheard of,
the Andy Warhol of pop poetry,
will continue until even the Atheist Haters believe in me,
I mean if they ever again believe in anything,
&,
I’m on track,
to not look back,
all I’ve gotta do to be great is not die,
or do something stupid and get locked up,
like lose my cool & Triangle Choke out a fool,
just for acting rude,
doest that mean I have a bad attitude,
I don’t know that’s why i’m asking you,
used to have nothing to lose,
now I’ve got nothing to prove,
Game of Life you decide,
pay the price roll the dice win or lose make your move,
I made mine,
by choosing to write these lines,
created my own style & gave it a title,
end every piece where it begins
so the thought’s are complete & the piece comes full circle,
add a few pop culture references & call it Pop Poetry,
& no one known is excluded,
I include more than a few references to saying & names,
my work is an encyclopedia of idioms,
it’s our entire collective Contemporary History literally explained,
& artistically rearranged to keep their attention & entertain,
& I’l write until I write every last thought right outta my brain,
how much is too much,
doing those Emily Dickinson numbers,
almost to #2100,
doing with words what was previously unheard of,
the Andy Warhol of pop poetry…
∆ LaLux ∆
Cali, Colombia
July 2018
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 2:14 AM UTC
Historic houses to disappear,
Most have disappeared somewhere,
Demolished in the name of progress,
Change never changes, I guess.
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 9:36 PM UTC
To see multiple humans acting as one is a refreshing sight,
It's a sight saved for the most historic occasions.
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 10:16 AM UTC
Gathering faiths ‘neath earth and stone
in pressing dark and trodden halls
where fire ignites in broken souls
and flames ignite the temple's walls
In slumber rests the rusted blade
the sound of freedom softly rings
as musty eyes emerge from gray
and stirrings do the noises bring
A hope renewed where death prevails
awakened in the lowly cast;
For t'was between two rods of steel
That freedom was attained at last.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
India was a secular state even before recorded history,
We welcomed all religions even before time,
Jesus is said to have come to Kashmir after Good Friday,
The English were welcomed just for business,
But what they did was occupying the nation,
As if that was not enough in itself they tried partitioning us,
After they endured the second world war,
They did decide to leave India to mind theirs,
But they decided to divide us into two.
One was the Islamic Republic of Pakistan,
Another was named as the Republic of India,
While they just tame corrupt extremism,
We tame irrationally extreme corruption,
We host unrealistic & unimaginable scams,
Sinners of all kind in the world are present here,
But there is some hope from our secular identity,
We are a progressive nation and I am so happy today.
One day will definitely come when India will be reunited.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
I dread the historic day.
The day when the tables turn,
And we are side by side.
But no words will be said.
No feelings will be felt or shown.
There is a new glass between us.
It is something that changes you.
I needed you to help me with my war,
To help me with what was going to happen.
To control the beat.
But no.
A war broke out between us and both sides are fighting.
But neither yell.
Neither hit.
We do nothing but wait.
Wait for the historic day.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC