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Beneath Orion's belt of stars, The Sphinx's forepaws guard the Sphinx And all its secrets. Blood-red Mars, Beneath Orion's belt of stars, Planning the war to end all wars, Observes the mummy's forty winks. Beneath Orion's belt of stars, The Sphinx's forepaws guard the Sphinx.

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Mar 31, 2025

Mar 31, 2025 at 1:40 PM UTC

Beneath Orion's belt of stars, The Sphinx's forepaws guard the Sphinx And all its secrets. Blood-red Mars, Beneath Orion's belt of stars, Planning the war to end all wars, Observes the mummy's forty winks. Beneath Orion's belt of stars, The Sphinx's forepaws guard the Sphinx.

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The Sphinx Methinx Takes flight At night.

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Sep 22, 2024

Sep 22, 2024 at 5:39 PM UTC

The Sphinx Methinx Takes flight At night.

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here, time is a truck with waxed wheels. but it keeps pacing, keeps paving the path to destruction; in dreams, I pluck myself from its sheath, let it sweep over me like a tide; on the ground, I gather my garments, as stones and seashells, slip into their ethers, where eternity waits. here, pyramids don’t converge as they taper; they tunnel like a lair that has lost its lucidity & I’m wandering within their walls, clueless, clouded—a captive child eager to escape into enlightenment, or another dream, where bliss befalls. this is a paper-dream gobbling reality—down to its bone, bruised bare & bleeding.

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Oct 10, 2020

Oct 10, 2020 at 9:30 AM UTC

take me where dreams devour reality

here, time is a truck with waxed wheels. but it keeps pacing, keeps paving the path to destruction; in dreams, I pluck myself from its sheath, let it sweep over me like a tide; on the ground, I gather my garments, as stones and seashells, slip into their ethers, where eternity waits. here, pyramids don’t converge as they taper; they tunnel like a lair that has lost its lucidity & I’m wandering within their walls, clueless, clouded—a captive child eager to escape into enlightenment, or another dream, where bliss befalls. this is a paper-dream gobbling reality—down to its bone, bruised bare & bleeding.

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Where your thoughts flow is where fear lies. What you see are objects of destruction, Tools to destroy, tools to build. How you see these objects, Is why you deceive your truth. Where your mind thinks, controls blood circulation. What you feel is what you see, Truth. How that flows keeps you alive, Cleaning your blood is why you survive. Where the world is, oil is, burning, or blinding. Moist is what the deception tells you, Truth is how actions express itself, Independence is why you need to hear what lies. Independence is why you need to listen what the Eye sees, The Brutal Truth.

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Jun 5, 2020

Jun 5, 2020 at 5:04 AM UTC

eINsAne-3-MisPlane

Deception, Perception, Emancipation

Where your thoughts flow is where fear lies. What you see are objects of destruction, Tools to destroy, tools to build. How you see these objects, Is why you deceive your truth. Where your mind thinks, controls blood circulation. What you feel is what you see, Truth. How that flows keeps you alive, Cleaning your blood is why you survive. Where the world is, oil is, burning, or blinding. Moist is what the deception tells you, Truth is how actions express itself, Independence is why you need to hear what lies. Independence is why you need to listen what the Eye sees, The Brutal Truth.

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Musings at Giza by Michael R. Burch In deepening pools of shadows lies the Sphinx, and men still fear his eyes. Though centuries have passed, he waits. Egyptians gather at the gates. Great pyramids, the looted tombs —how still and desolate their wombs!— await sarcophagi of kings. From eons past, a hammer rings. Was Cleopatra's litter borne along these streets now bleak, forlorn? Did Pharaohs clad in purple ride fierce stallions through a human tide? Did Bocchoris here mete his law from distant Kush to Saqqarah? or Tutankhamen here once smile upon the children of the Nile? or Nefertiti ever rise with wild abandon in her eyes to gaze across this arid plain and cry, “Great Isis, live again!” Published by Golden Isis and The Eclectic Muse Keywords/Tags: Ancient, Egypt, Giza, Sphinx, pyramids, tombs, sarcophagi, Cleopatra, pharaohs, Bocchoris, Kush, Saqqarah, Tutankhamen, Nile, Nefertiti, Isis ANCIENT EGYPTIAN POETRY TRANSLATIONS These are my modern English translations of ancient Egyptian poems, love lyrics and Harper's songs. An Ancient Egyptian Love Lyric (circa 1085-570 BC) loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Is there anything sweeter than these hours of love, when we're together, and my heart races? For what is better than embracing and fondling when you visit me and we surrender to delights? If you reach to caress my thigh, I will offer you my breast also — it's soft; it won't jab you or ****** you away! Will you leave me because you're hungry? Are you ruled by your belly? Will you leave me because you need something to wear? I have chests full of fine linen! Will you leave me because you're thirsty? Here, **** my ******* They're full to overflowing, and all for you! I glory in the hours of our embracings; my joy is incalculable! The thrill of your love spreads through my body like honey in water, like a drug mixed with spices, like wine mingled with water. Oh, that you would speed to see your sister like a stallion in heat, like a bull to his heifer! For the heavens have granted us love like flames igniting straw, desire like the falcon's free-falling frenzy! Egyptian Love Song (circa the 13th or 14th century BC) loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Lover, let’s slip down to the pond; I’ll bathe while you watch me from the nearest bank. I’ll wear my sexiest swimsuit, just for you, made of sheer linen, fit for a princess! Come, see how it looks when it’s wet! Can I coax you to wade in with me? To let the cool water surround us? Then I’ll dive way down deep, just for you, and come up dripping, letting you feast your eyes on the little pink fish I’ve found. Then I’ll say, standing there in the shallows: "Look at my little pink fish, love, as I hold it in my hand. See how my fingers caress it, slipping down its sides, then inside! See how it wiggles?" But then I’ll giggle softly and sigh, my eyes bright with your seeing: It’s a gift, my love, no more words! Come closer and see ... it’s all me! Metaphor and simile have been with the human race for thousands of years. This is an excerpt from an ancient Egyptian poem estimated to be around 4,000 years old: Excerpt from "Dialogue of a Misanthrope with His Soul" (ancient Egyptian poem circa 2000 BC) loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Death lies before me: like a sick man’s recovery, like entering a garden after an interminable illness. Death lies before me: like the fragrance of myrrh, like sitting beneath a billowing sail with a favorable wind. Death lies before me: like swimming in the course of a stream, like a man’s return from the slave-galley to freedom. Death lies before me: like the sky when it clears, like a man's longing to see his home after countless years of captivity. Ancient Egyptian Harper’s Songs The first carpe diem or "seize the day" poems may be the various versions of the ancient Egyptian "Harper's Song" (or "Song of the Harper"). These may also be the oldest "ubi sunt" or "where are they now" poems. Such poems were inscribed in Egyptian tombs along with the image of a blind man playing a harp. Thus it is believed these were songs performed during funeral services for the deceased. Versions of the "Harper's Song" found in tombs of the Old Kingdom (c. 2686-2181 BC) tend to be short and traditional in regard to the afterlife (i.e., affirmative). Middle Kingdom (c. 2055-1786 BC) and New Kingdom (1539-1075 BC) versions tend to be longer and sometimes encourage listeners to "seize the day" while rejecting the more traditional Egyptian view of eternity (for instance, satirizing large funerary monuments and saying possessions cannot be taken into the afterlife). Such updated versions of the "Harper's Song" include "Harper's Song: Tomb of Neferhotep" and " Harper's Song: Tomb of Inherkhawy." These are my personal favorites of both genres ... This song comes from a tomb which contains an image of Djehutiemheb and Hedjmetmut seated at an offering table while their son, dressed as a priest, pours libations and burning incense before them. It seems the song may be a blessing being voiced by the son, as the text appears before his representation. Harper's Song: Tomb of Djehutiemheb loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch ... The sky is opened for you, the earth opened for you, for you the good path leads into the Necropolis. You enter and exit like Re. You stride unhindered like the Lords of Eternity ... This song from the funerary stela of Iki depicts the deceased sitting at an offering table with his wife, with the rotund harpist Neferhotep sitting on the other side of the table. Neferhotep was one of the earliest known Egyptian singer/harpists. His portrait and his song were included on the stela of a man named Iki. Harper's Song: Tomb of Iki loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch O tomb, you were prepared for a festival, your foundations anchored in happiness! The harpist Neferhotep, son of Henu. *** The stela of Nebankh from Abydos contains a Harper's Song with the deceased depicted sitting at an offering table with the harpist squatting before him: Harper's Song: Tomb of Nebankh loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Tjeniaa the singer says: Now you are seated securely in eternity, in your eternal monument! Your tomb is filled with food-offerings and complete with every fitting thing. Your soul is with you and will never desert you, Royal Treasurer and Seal-Bearer, Nebankh! The sweet north wind is now your breath! So says the honorable singer Tjeniaa, whom he loved and who keeps his name alive by singing to his soul every day. Interestingly, the three Harper's songs found in the tomb of the priest Neferhotep seem to display very different viewpoints about the afterlife, if we can take the first two to be saying that death is peaceful because no one is doing anything ... Harper's Song: Tomb of Neferhotep loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch I. I have heard songs inscribed in ancient tombs, extolling earth-life while belittling the Beyond ... but why condemn the kingdom of Eternity, the just and the fair, which holds no terrors? II. Death abhors violence: no man there arms himself against his brother. No one rebels in that peaceful kingdom. All our ancestors rest there, since man’s earliest days; the multitudes assemble there, every one, for none may tarry overlong in the land of Egypt. There is no one who will not cross over. III. Earth-life is no more than the span of a dream, but fair welcomes are given when one reaches the West. Harper's Song: Tomb of Intef loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch (from the tomb of the Pharaoh Intef) Here lies a happy prince because death is the kindest fate. One generation passes, another remains: so it has been since our eldest ancestors. Now those who were once "gods" rest in their sepulchers along with other nobles and those who built their tombs. Their palaces are gone, and what has become of them? What of the words of Imhotep and Hardedef, whose sayings are still recited entire? What of their palaces? Their walls have collapsed into ruins, their halls have vanished as if they never existed! And no one returns from that realm to inform us of their state or to calm our fears. We remain in the dark until we join them ... Hence, rejoice with happy hearts! It is best to forget: heedlessness is happiness! Humor your hearts as long as you live! Perfume your hair with myrrh, adorn yourself in your finest linens, anoint yourself with the costliest oils, fit for a god, heap up your treasures here on earth! Let your heart remain buoyant! Don't let it sink! Humor your heart and find happiness! Here on earth, do as your heart demands! What use is mourning, when weary-hearted Osiris pays tears no heed? Weeping and wailing spares no man from the grave, so make every day your holiday. Never tire of joy's pursuits! Because no one is allowed to take his possessions with him and none who departs ever returns! This song, also known as “The Lay of the Harper,” appears in the tomb of Paatenemheb, where the introductory line says it was copied from the tomb of a King Intef (a name used by several kings from 11th and 17th dynasties). The poem is also preserved in the Ramesside New Kingdom Harris 500 papyrus. These works are accepted by scholars as being a copy of a genuine Middle Kingdom text. Keywords/Tags: Egypt, Egyptian, poem, poems, poetry, translation, translations, English, harper, harpers songs, love poems, love songs, love lyrics

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Apr 8, 2020

Apr 8, 2020 at 4:48 AM UTC

michael-r-burch

Musings at Giza

Musings at Giza by Michael R. Burch In deepening pools of shadows lies the Sphinx, and men still fear his eyes. Though centuries have passed, he waits. Egyptians gather at the gates. Great pyramids, the looted tombs —how still and desolate their wombs!— await sarcophagi of kings. From eons past, a hammer rings. Was Cleopatra's litter borne along these streets now bleak, forlorn? Did Pharaohs clad in purple ride fierce stallions through a human tide? Did Bocchoris here mete his law from distant Kush to Saqqarah? or Tutankhamen here once smile upon the children of the Nile? or Nefertiti ever rise with wild abandon in her eyes to gaze across this arid plain and cry, “Great Isis, live again!” Published by Golden Isis and The Eclectic Muse Keywords/Tags: Ancient, Egypt, Giza, Sphinx, pyramids, tombs, sarcophagi, Cleopatra, pharaohs, Bocchoris, Kush, Saqqarah, Tutankhamen, Nile, Nefertiti, Isis ANCIENT EGYPTIAN POETRY TRANSLATIONS These are my modern English translations of ancient Egyptian poems, love lyrics and Harper's songs. An Ancient Egyptian Love Lyric (circa 1085-570 BC) loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Is there anything sweeter than these hours of love, when we're together, and my heart races? For what is better than embracing and fondling when you visit me and we surrender to delights? If you reach to caress my thigh, I will offer you my breast also — it's soft; it won't jab you or ****** you away! Will you leave me because you're hungry? Are you ruled by your belly? Will you leave me because you need something to wear? I have chests full of fine linen! Will you leave me because you're thirsty? Here, **** my ******* They're full to overflowing, and all for you! I glory in the hours of our embracings; my joy is incalculable! The thrill of your love spreads through my body like honey in water, like a drug mixed with spices, like wine mingled with water. Oh, that you would speed to see your sister like a stallion in heat, like a bull to his heifer! For the heavens have granted us love like flames igniting straw, desire like the falcon's free-falling frenzy! Egyptian Love Song (circa the 13th or 14th century BC) loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Lover, let’s slip down to the pond; I’ll bathe while you watch me from the nearest bank. I’ll wear my sexiest swimsuit, just for you, made of sheer linen, fit for a princess! Come, see how it looks when it’s wet! Can I coax you to wade in with me? To let the cool water surround us? Then I’ll dive way down deep, just for you, and come up dripping, letting you feast your eyes on the little pink fish I’ve found. Then I’ll say, standing there in the shallows: "Look at my little pink fish, love, as I hold it in my hand. See how my fingers caress it, slipping down its sides, then inside! See how it wiggles?" But then I’ll giggle softly and sigh, my eyes bright with your seeing: It’s a gift, my love, no more words! Come closer and see ... it’s all me! Metaphor and simile have been with the human race for thousands of years. This is an excerpt from an ancient Egyptian poem estimated to be around 4,000 years old: Excerpt from "Dialogue of a Misanthrope with His Soul" (ancient Egyptian poem circa 2000 BC) loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Death lies before me: like a sick man’s recovery, like entering a garden after an interminable illness. Death lies before me: like the fragrance of myrrh, like sitting beneath a billowing sail with a favorable wind. Death lies before me: like swimming in the course of a stream, like a man’s return from the slave-galley to freedom. Death lies before me: like the sky when it clears, like a man's longing to see his home after countless years of captivity. Ancient Egyptian Harper’s Songs The first carpe diem or "seize the day" poems may be the various versions of the ancient Egyptian "Harper's Song" (or "Song of the Harper"). These may also be the oldest "ubi sunt" or "where are they now" poems. Such poems were inscribed in Egyptian tombs along with the image of a blind man playing a harp. Thus it is believed these were songs performed during funeral services for the deceased. Versions of the "Harper's Song" found in tombs of the Old Kingdom (c. 2686-2181 BC) tend to be short and traditional in regard to the afterlife (i.e., affirmative). Middle Kingdom (c. 2055-1786 BC) and New Kingdom (1539-1075 BC) versions tend to be longer and sometimes encourage listeners to "seize the day" while rejecting the more traditional Egyptian view of eternity (for instance, satirizing large funerary monuments and saying possessions cannot be taken into the afterlife). Such updated versions of the "Harper's Song" include "Harper's Song: Tomb of Neferhotep" and " Harper's Song: Tomb of Inherkhawy." These are my personal favorites of both genres ... This song comes from a tomb which contains an image of Djehutiemheb and Hedjmetmut seated at an offering table while their son, dressed as a priest, pours libations and burning incense before them. It seems the song may be a blessing being voiced by the son, as the text appears before his representation. Harper's Song: Tomb of Djehutiemheb loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch ... The sky is opened for you, the earth opened for you, for you the good path leads into the Necropolis. You enter and exit like Re. You stride unhindered like the Lords of Eternity ... This song from the funerary stela of Iki depicts the deceased sitting at an offering table with his wife, with the rotund harpist Neferhotep sitting on the other side of the table. Neferhotep was one of the earliest known Egyptian singer/harpists. His portrait and his song were included on the stela of a man named Iki. Harper's Song: Tomb of Iki loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch O tomb, you were prepared for a festival, your foundations anchored in happiness! The harpist Neferhotep, son of Henu. *** The stela of Nebankh from Abydos contains a Harper's Song with the deceased depicted sitting at an offering table with the harpist squatting before him: Harper's Song: Tomb of Nebankh loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Tjeniaa the singer says: Now you are seated securely in eternity, in your eternal monument! Your tomb is filled with food-offerings and complete with every fitting thing. Your soul is with you and will never desert you, Royal Treasurer and Seal-Bearer, Nebankh! The sweet north wind is now your breath! So says the honorable singer Tjeniaa, whom he loved and who keeps his name alive by singing to his soul every day. Interestingly, the three Harper's songs found in the tomb of the priest Neferhotep seem to display very different viewpoints about the afterlife, if we can take the first two to be saying that death is peaceful because no one is doing anything ... Harper's Song: Tomb of Neferhotep loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch I. I have heard songs inscribed in ancient tombs, extolling earth-life while belittling the Beyond ... but why condemn the kingdom of Eternity, the just and the fair, which holds no terrors? II. Death abhors violence: no man there arms himself against his brother. No one rebels in that peaceful kingdom. All our ancestors rest there, since man’s earliest days; the multitudes assemble there, every one, for none may tarry overlong in the land of Egypt. There is no one who will not cross over. III. Earth-life is no more than the span of a dream, but fair welcomes are given when one reaches the West. Harper's Song: Tomb of Intef loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch (from the tomb of the Pharaoh Intef) Here lies a happy prince because death is the kindest fate. One generation passes, another remains: so it has been since our eldest ancestors. Now those who were once "gods" rest in their sepulchers along with other nobles and those who built their tombs. Their palaces are gone, and what has become of them? What of the words of Imhotep and Hardedef, whose sayings are still recited entire? What of their palaces? Their walls have collapsed into ruins, their halls have vanished as if they never existed! And no one returns from that realm to inform us of their state or to calm our fears. We remain in the dark until we join them ... Hence, rejoice with happy hearts! It is best to forget: heedlessness is happiness! Humor your hearts as long as you live! Perfume your hair with myrrh, adorn yourself in your finest linens, anoint yourself with the costliest oils, fit for a god, heap up your treasures here on earth! Let your heart remain buoyant! Don't let it sink! Humor your heart and find happiness! Here on earth, do as your heart demands! What use is mourning, when weary-hearted Osiris pays tears no heed? Weeping and wailing spares no man from the grave, so make every day your holiday. Never tire of joy's pursuits! Because no one is allowed to take his possessions with him and none who departs ever returns! This song, also known as “The Lay of the Harper,” appears in the tomb of Paatenemheb, where the introductory line says it was copied from the tomb of a King Intef (a name used by several kings from 11th and 17th dynasties). The poem is also preserved in the Ramesside New Kingdom Harris 500 papyrus. These works are accepted by scholars as being a copy of a genuine Middle Kingdom text. Keywords/Tags: Egypt, Egyptian, poem, poems, poetry, translation, translations, English, harper, harpers songs, love poems, love songs, love lyrics

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Egyptian contractors are hard to trust they're into pyramid schemes King Tut was a whiny baby who had mummy issues Cleopatra turned out to be a lazy queen who sat on her asp

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Mar 17, 2020

Mar 17, 2020 at 3:52 PM UTC

Egyptian contractors are hard to trust they're into pyramid schemes King Tut was a whiny baby who had mummy issues Cleopatra turned out to be a lazy queen who sat on her asp

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Twin ancient pyramids standing still we are a mystery to ponder on aren't we? Jealousies hunts me though ancient twin love I am crazed a human in love since I first looked at you and with just one look thats all it took Sigh! I fell madly in love with you I guess I found a praying saint poet teacher mine I dreamed of making mad passionate love to you too you were irressistible sensual carefree with a white slanted mysterious smile to die for and ayyy amor how painful this is! I imagined you Alien owned in heart in another's arms inside that ancient perfect key match heaven's gate climbing mountains ~~ The rivering watterfalls on Earth swipped me down forcefully so just to drop me back right into your ocean reminding me you were my chronological genius for me a chronological disaster I find you everywhere in poetry in three ptofiles in mirrors when I write "I love you" in'm you are wind acquarius near and far water in my fire my starry looking eyes remained fixed looking up ****** my giant masked face in awe of these powers connecting us in mind in heart everywhere I look there is you and I am safe rich diamonds are my tears if only a buyer appeared my diamonds priceless bitterseweet luck is mine such sacred true love lost and found to lose it again and again as in a revolving ugly door without positive resolution of two coming into oness investigating deficits dividing togederness unintentional malady due to undisclosed illness that cannot be rebutted feeling rather cursed abandoned unimportant mysteriously marked with time sensitive for a famed endeavour to passionately change Earth And sorry I blocked you my only friend on Earth sorry I asked you to unmask I am only human most poets won't unmask they remain covert how painful to be fallen down just to stay pushed back down again into the same old pit no one to give a hand up from this hell on Earth a self inflicted in error unwanted malady. ~~~ Ayyy your bending blue green eyes bewitched me so Ayyy ay how painful lover mine beloved not to see them live except in mirrors photo Nymph sacred tree Dryad! How late i understood that with you I had it all and lost it all. But this is Earth beloved precious old true love Theres still Heaven there's more justice there in the ballancing skales meassuring hearts inner core's true love in the inside we are twins and outside so much alike you smile the smile I smile! you can't really ever hide you are me and I am you our innercores outer woven countenance thunderous laughters and all we are one and the same twinsouls twin flames anxient pyramid wonders never really apart... sigh! ======= RhettlvScarkett Copy Rights apply. revised-8/28/19 and 08-2020

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Aug 24, 2019

Aug 24, 2019 at 12:25 PM UTC

rhettlv-scarlett

Ancient twin pyramids

Twin ancient pyramids standing still we are a mystery to ponder on aren't we? Jealousies hunts me though ancient twin love I am crazed a human in love since I first looked at you and with just one look thats all it took Sigh! I fell madly in love with you I guess I found a praying saint poet teacher mine I dreamed of making mad passionate love to you too you were irressistible sensual carefree with a white slanted mysterious smile to die for and ayyy amor how painful this is! I imagined you Alien owned in heart in another's arms inside that ancient perfect key match heaven's gate climbing mountains ~~ The rivering watterfalls on Earth swipped me down forcefully so just to drop me back right into your ocean reminding me you were my chronological genius for me a chronological disaster I find you everywhere in poetry in three ptofiles in mirrors when I write "I love you" in'm you are wind acquarius near and far water in my fire my starry looking eyes remained fixed looking up ****** my giant masked face in awe of these powers connecting us in mind in heart everywhere I look there is you and I am safe rich diamonds are my tears if only a buyer appeared my diamonds priceless bitterseweet luck is mine such sacred true love lost and found to lose it again and again as in a revolving ugly door without positive resolution of two coming into oness investigating deficits dividing togederness unintentional malady due to undisclosed illness that cannot be rebutted feeling rather cursed abandoned unimportant mysteriously marked with time sensitive for a famed endeavour to passionately change Earth And sorry I blocked you my only friend on Earth sorry I asked you to unmask I am only human most poets won't unmask they remain covert how painful to be fallen down just to stay pushed back down again into the same old pit no one to give a hand up from this hell on Earth a self inflicted in error unwanted malady. ~~~ Ayyy your bending blue green eyes bewitched me so Ayyy ay how painful lover mine beloved not to see them live except in mirrors photo Nymph sacred tree Dryad! How late i understood that with you I had it all and lost it all. But this is Earth beloved precious old true love Theres still Heaven there's more justice there in the ballancing skales meassuring hearts inner core's true love in the inside we are twins and outside so much alike you smile the smile I smile! you can't really ever hide you are me and I am you our innercores outer woven countenance thunderous laughters and all we are one and the same twinsouls twin flames anxient pyramid wonders never really apart... sigh! ======= RhettlvScarkett Copy Rights apply. revised-8/28/19 and 08-2020

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i'm not talking about inter dimensional travel between the planes of reality with a final destination of the 8th world no, just going back to the basics we've all heard of these "7 wonders of the world" theres the pyramids and the gardens a light house i believe i'm sure zeus was mentioned along with arthritis? no, no artemis, that ol' chap haliarnassus and colossus thats about it seven right, no detail just brushing up on the facts well after about 10 years of research much endured suffering many fallen tears and lives given to the cause I petition the 8th wonder organic chemistry.

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Oct 1, 2018

Oct 1, 2018 at 5:20 PM UTC

.the 8th world wonder

i'm not talking about inter dimensional travel between the planes of reality with a final destination of the 8th world no, just going back to the basics we've all heard of these "7 wonders of the world" theres the pyramids and the gardens a light house i believe i'm sure zeus was mentioned along with arthritis? no, no artemis, that ol' chap haliarnassus and colossus thats about it seven right, no detail just brushing up on the facts well after about 10 years of research much endured suffering many fallen tears and lives given to the cause I petition the 8th wonder organic chemistry.

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and there were pyramids all around on this strange love day and I remember the mountains and they were were they and then with me and the glasses fought against the dishes something strange was not so then but it passed but it was gone and always and maybe it was not at all ever and the pyramids surrounded my walls and spirit and what is the spirit like not sand and the water spun in a huge waltz a waltz of words perhaps I will say in waltz dreams I'm about to say after all darkness and sun and night and day and dull fog lights around it's also heaven it's the same hell but is not this all love 10.09.18

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Sep 10, 2018

Sep 10, 2018 at 1:55 PM UTC

and there were pyramids all around on this strange love day and I remember the mountains and they were were they and then with me and the glasses fought against the dishes something strange was not so then but it passed but it was gone and always and maybe it was not at all ever and the pyramids surrounded my walls and spirit and what is the spirit like not sand and the water spun in a huge waltz a waltz of words perhaps I will say in waltz dreams I'm about to say after all darkness and sun and night and day and dull fog lights around it's also heaven it's the same hell but is not this all love 10.09.18

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How marveling it is—beyond the bustling town hub, deep in the forests, reserved on the bravest hills The cadence of the bird's alluring symphony echoes from stone, overflowed with daffodils I venture through time effortlessly, walking The gentle breeze erases my sorrows and fears Sometimes the stone pyramids are haunting, Yet magnificent to see where humans once were As I gaze opposing monoliths from a king's throne, I wonder of his essence and his diligent rule, I wonder of the people he led who’d home, in this place seemingly claimed by nature Luckily the residue still thrives: red on cobble; The waters and the plants breathe in serenity; The beds, once covered in western blankets, now rubble; They all whisper stories and poems into my ear

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May 3, 2018

May 3, 2018 at 8:11 PM UTC

Realm of the Stone Monoliths

How marveling it is—beyond the bustling town hub, deep in the forests, reserved on the bravest hills The cadence of the bird's alluring symphony echoes from stone, overflowed with daffodils I venture through time effortlessly, walking The gentle breeze erases my sorrows and fears Sometimes the stone pyramids are haunting, Yet magnificent to see where humans once were As I gaze opposing monoliths from a king's throne, I wonder of his essence and his diligent rule, I wonder of the people he led who’d home, in this place seemingly claimed by nature Luckily the residue still thrives: red on cobble; The waters and the plants breathe in serenity; The beds, once covered in western blankets, now rubble; They all whisper stories and poems into my ear

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Pyramids reaching for a starry constellation Years ago, another time period, another age Ruling emperors ordering cruel crucifixions And those guards whipping sun-burnt slaves Making them carry heavy stones and suffer Imagine stones some large as an automobile Dragged along by prisoners, known as slaves So I don't think I would like being a triangle

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Jan 4, 2018

Jan 4, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC

I could never be a Triangle - Pyramids (acrostic)

Pyramids reaching for a starry constellation Years ago, another time period, another age Ruling emperors ordering cruel crucifixions And those guards whipping sun-burnt slaves Making them carry heavy stones and suffer Imagine stones some large as an automobile Dragged along by prisoners, known as slaves So I don't think I would like being a triangle

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Three pyramids Three stars in the sky Is that not strange? What mysteries are Hidden in the sands By the ancient ones? Who helped them up? How did they go so high? In the night time sky? Did the River Nile Guide them here safe and sound? How did they float up? So many questions But the right time comes They are unanswered

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Oct 12, 2017

Oct 12, 2017 at 2:40 AM UTC

The Strange Pyramids

Three pyramids Three stars in the sky Is that not strange? What mysteries are Hidden in the sands By the ancient ones? Who helped them up? How did they go so high? In the night time sky? Did the River Nile Guide them here safe and sound? How did they float up? So many questions But the right time comes They are unanswered

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I have poems painted like the Pyramids on my skin They sprink like umbers, burning demons on my sleep, Am a god. Then God said, "Let us make mankind in our image" Genesis 1:26

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Sep 29, 2017

Sep 29, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC

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I have poems painted like the Pyramids on my skin They sprink like umbers, burning demons on my sleep, Am a god. Then God said, "Let us make mankind in our image" Genesis 1:26

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Should’ve Taken The Camel I didn’t want to ride the camel, with it’s rotted teeth and tortured eyes, though he did kneel for me nicely, and the tour guide seemed kind when he offered me the ride, but I didn’t want to ride the camel, so I took a horse instead, and we rode in a race, to catch the sunset at the pyramids, past dusty whirlpools, of broken bones and trash, horse hair clinging to a leg bone, bloated heads and plastic bags, dusty as Hell, dry and hot from sun, the sound of the whips on the horses, gets us up and on the run, gripping onto the leather saddle, as this white horse begins to gallop, and as we get going faster and faster, I begin to think I should’ve taken the camel… ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

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Mar 10, 2017

Mar 10, 2017 at 2:18 AM UTC

∆ Should've Taken The Camel ∆

Should’ve Taken The Camel I didn’t want to ride the camel, with it’s rotted teeth and tortured eyes, though he did kneel for me nicely, and the tour guide seemed kind when he offered me the ride, but I didn’t want to ride the camel, so I took a horse instead, and we rode in a race, to catch the sunset at the pyramids, past dusty whirlpools, of broken bones and trash, horse hair clinging to a leg bone, bloated heads and plastic bags, dusty as Hell, dry and hot from sun, the sound of the whips on the horses, gets us up and on the run, gripping onto the leather saddle, as this white horse begins to gallop, and as we get going faster and faster, I begin to think I should’ve taken the camel… ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

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Be Quick I’m on the back of His Enduro, through the alkaline dust of the desert, we ride by the full moon’s light, the three Pyramids of Giza casting perfectly measured silhouettes, so dark they could be shadows, and we both know time is of the essence, so we are trying to Be Quick, I’ve got a train to catch, a one way ticket to Luxor, but they say life is the journey not the destination, so we’re always going even if we don’t always know where, here, on the back of this bike, I hold on to Him for dear life, as the back wheel kicks up the Sands of Time, His bike obediently continuing into the night, I don’t know where we are going, but I know if I live to write about it I will, because I am a writer and writing is what I do, it’s my way of showing gratitude and being thankful, He’s a writer too, similar to me, or maybe I’m similar to Him, because He’s 20 years my senior, used to live the Hollywood Life, made films and got famous, and now He's a non profit doctor, helping those in need that are nameless, I see my future in his eyes, so when we stop atop a dune, at a bedouin camp with the three pyramids on the moon lit horizon, I ask Him one question, “Are you happy?”. He pauses, and He answers, with something poetically metaphorical like, “Happiness is relative.” And then, He proceeds to tell me the story of his life... He talks about Hollywood, He talks about love and about searching, He talks about how he gave it all up, to come to these deserts and help those that need helping, He reveals so much, so much more than any of these words can translate, and as our evening comes to an end, I realize as amazing as our lives may be we are only men, alone, atop a dune in Giza, overlooking the Great Pyramids, trying to share knowledge without sounding like preachers, He is Jesus, at least as close to Jesus as I’ve ever met, quite fitting considering He came from The City of Angels, and I see in His eyes that for society he has wept, and I want to stay there, because I love Him, I see his struggle, and His moral dilemmas, but I've got a train to catch, and life waits for no man, so we wrap up our conversation, and travel back across those Egyptian sands, and it is then, that I realize, that He is me, in 20 years time, He is me, in 20 years, and as amazing as his ways seem, I wonder if He’s lonely and if every effort he's ever made was worth it, and that is why I asked Him what I now ask You, “Are you happy?”. ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

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Dec 12, 2016

Dec 12, 2016 at 3:58 AM UTC

Be Quick I’m on the back of His Enduro, through the alkaline dust of the desert, we ride by the full moon’s light, the three Pyramids of Giza casting perfectly measured silhouettes, so dark they could be shadows, and we both know time is of the essence, so we are trying to Be Quick, I’ve got a train to catch, a one way ticket to Luxor, but they say life is the journey not the destination, so we’re always going even if we don’t always know where, here, on the back of this bike, I hold on to Him for dear life, as the back wheel kicks up the Sands of Time, His bike obediently continuing into the night, I don’t know where we are going, but I know if I live to write about it I will, because I am a writer and writing is what I do, it’s my way of showing gratitude and being thankful, He’s a writer too, similar to me, or maybe I’m similar to Him, because He’s 20 years my senior, used to live the Hollywood Life, made films and got famous, and now He's a non profit doctor, helping those in need that are nameless, I see my future in his eyes, so when we stop atop a dune, at a bedouin camp with the three pyramids on the moon lit horizon, I ask Him one question, “Are you happy?”. He pauses, and He answers, with something poetically metaphorical like, “Happiness is relative.” And then, He proceeds to tell me the story of his life... He talks about Hollywood, He talks about love and about searching, He talks about how he gave it all up, to come to these deserts and help those that need helping, He reveals so much, so much more than any of these words can translate, and as our evening comes to an end, I realize as amazing as our lives may be we are only men, alone, atop a dune in Giza, overlooking the Great Pyramids, trying to share knowledge without sounding like preachers, He is Jesus, at least as close to Jesus as I’ve ever met, quite fitting considering He came from The City of Angels, and I see in His eyes that for society he has wept, and I want to stay there, because I love Him, I see his struggle, and His moral dilemmas, but I've got a train to catch, and life waits for no man, so we wrap up our conversation, and travel back across those Egyptian sands, and it is then, that I realize, that He is me, in 20 years time, He is me, in 20 years, and as amazing as his ways seem, I wonder if He’s lonely and if every effort he's ever made was worth it, and that is why I asked Him what I now ask You, “Are you happy?”. ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

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The Great Pyramid Scared to Death, which makes sense, nowhere to go but up, from the top of The Great Pyramid, no pictures here, so free you can’t capture it, white owls and black cats, call me Alexandria, honest what, do you do when, all of the wisdom, gets spoken but people don’t listen. Listen. I’m at the top of the pyramid, and I’m scared to death, not scared of death, but scared to death, and that’s exactly what a paradox is, Isis, and Horus, light the, menorahs, bless all, our children, the need, more than hope when, their families are dying, and it’s not enough to just be trying, need more than hope, need to do more than try, when you can walk no higher, that is when it’s time to fly. Scared to Death, which makes sense, nowhere to go but up, from the top of The Great Pyramid. Please God, we are, the Children of Egypt, we created the pyramids, and our pyramids created this, so don’t expect, a symphony of sympathy from us kids, even if we, we unconditionally accept it, Oh God, please don’t neglect, can’t you see we did this all for you, and all we ask for in return is your acceptance and respect, Oh God, I’m scared to death, I’m stressed and I’m tense, please allow me to relax, and please, when I reach your gates, I pray you let me pass, I am just a child of You, and we are family especially in death, yes, I do believe the Light will prevail, even if it hasn’t happened in this generation yet, and I’m excited and I’m ready all my bags are packed, and I’m climb up the steps to the top of The Great Pyramid, and I’ll come when you call, even when I’m scared to death… ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆ The Holy Trilogy Vol. 1; available worldwide: 11/11/16

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Nov 1, 2016

Nov 1, 2016 at 4:02 AM UTC

∆ The Great Pyramid of Giza ∆

The Great Pyramid Scared to Death, which makes sense, nowhere to go but up, from the top of The Great Pyramid, no pictures here, so free you can’t capture it, white owls and black cats, call me Alexandria, honest what, do you do when, all of the wisdom, gets spoken but people don’t listen. Listen. I’m at the top of the pyramid, and I’m scared to death, not scared of death, but scared to death, and that’s exactly what a paradox is, Isis, and Horus, light the, menorahs, bless all, our children, the need, more than hope when, their families are dying, and it’s not enough to just be trying, need more than hope, need to do more than try, when you can walk no higher, that is when it’s time to fly. Scared to Death, which makes sense, nowhere to go but up, from the top of The Great Pyramid. Please God, we are, the Children of Egypt, we created the pyramids, and our pyramids created this, so don’t expect, a symphony of sympathy from us kids, even if we, we unconditionally accept it, Oh God, please don’t neglect, can’t you see we did this all for you, and all we ask for in return is your acceptance and respect, Oh God, I’m scared to death, I’m stressed and I’m tense, please allow me to relax, and please, when I reach your gates, I pray you let me pass, I am just a child of You, and we are family especially in death, yes, I do believe the Light will prevail, even if it hasn’t happened in this generation yet, and I’m excited and I’m ready all my bags are packed, and I’m climb up the steps to the top of The Great Pyramid, and I’ll come when you call, even when I’m scared to death… ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆ The Holy Trilogy Vol. 1; available worldwide: 11/11/16

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Vegas Baby Eating sushi, in the center at the top of the pyramid, this is The Life, point blank period. Hamachi Ahi, uni unagi, we eat everything, up to the last big fish in all the seven seas, seven seas seven sins, at the table gamblin’, wash it all down with all green everything, green dollars green eyes, green grass green tea, from poor to rich tables turn lights switch look how the pendulum swings. Eating sushi, in the center at the top of the pyramid, this is The Life, point blank period. Built on the backs, of high hopes and low self esteems, where every game is fixed, and sits upon a million broken dreams, see I’ve seen, a man lose everything due to his greeds, in his passionate pursuit to procure his wants, he lost all of his necessary needs, see, this is Vegas Baby, where bad things seem good, and good things seem shady, though luckily, I’ve mastered the art of the sin, so I rarely play, and when I do play I play to win, loaded dice cards up my sleeve, I know the dealer and I paid off the magician, for I am one of those, who made it to the top of the pyramid, so now I sit in a penthouse suite with a sweet freak in my sheets at the Luxor, I told you before this is The Life point blank period. Eating sushi, in the center at the top of the pyramid, this is The Life, point blank period. As I soak, my bruised bones and my blood diamonds, in a bubble bath of passionfruit and guava, this is no joke I exude The Good Life without even tryin’, my karma mixed with my commas brought me to nirvana, no Kurt Cobain, just hurt and pain, mixed up with this money made my a monster, no Meek Mills, or weak wills, just this student from the School of Hard Knocks that graduated with honors, some how, so now, I’m swimmin’ in endorphins with a princess no tiara, no tomorrow, no time to borrow, and I Bet we’re gonna make Love *** Magic no Future or Ciara, that’s a pop reference, if you didn’t get it yet, Future Ciara I Bet, Love *** Magic trick, or treat, see, there’s tons of puns and subliminal messages, in almost ever line I write, sometimes the sublime subliminals are so subtle, that I don’t even catch them they escape no alibi, copy cat killers, can imitate but never copyright, they’re just imitation fillers, while my literature stays genuine, all illegitimate posers attempts at insight, pale in comparison to my legitimate ledgers of time, I’m, often imitated, but never duplicated, I’m, the Word of God, plus what Satan said this, is, the balance of extremes, forearms tattooed with pitchforks, back tatted with angel wings, this is what happens, when fashion meets passion, this is a combination of everything and everything, this is it that is all, I am infinitely everything, and I meditate on all of this, right here at this restaurant as they stare, an American dream living legend, awake in a never-ending nefarious nightmare. Eating sushi, in the center at the top of the pyramid, I told you this is The Life, point blank period… ∆ Aaron L∆ Lux Volume 1 of my new trilogy about Hollywood is now available worldwide. I’ve decided to donate ALL of the profits of this new trilogy to three charities. Volume 1 profits will go to a charity that prevents abuse and ****** assault on children. Please support my new book and by doing so you’ll not only be helping prevent ****** assault, but you’ll also be helping set an important precedent in making a statement to other artist, saying that we all need to start giving back and helping each other more than we have. PLUS you’ll also be getting an epic book of poetry from an epic best selling poet. Let’s make charity cool and change the perception of coolness for the better. Who cares what car you drive or what clothes you wear anymore? What matters is what you’re doing to help those with less. We live in this world together and can all give more. It took me six months and thousands to create this trilogy in it’s entirety, all I'm asking for in return is a few bucks and a few minutes of your time. We made the last book I published #1 worldwide and we can do it again. Simply purchase a copy now for less than it cost for a cup of coffee, and/or PLEASE WRITE AN HONEST REVIEW about the book. I’ve priced the book as low as I possibly could with Amazon. And honestly If you really don’t have 3 dollars to spend, at least REPOST this message, or RESPOND to this message, or something, anything. Love. ∆ Here is the link for purchasing/reviewing the book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01I4621OE

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Jul 8, 2016

Jul 8, 2016 at 4:57 PM UTC

∆ Vegas Baby ∆

Vegas Baby Eating sushi, in the center at the top of the pyramid, this is The Life, point blank period. Hamachi Ahi, uni unagi, we eat everything, up to the last big fish in all the seven seas, seven seas seven sins, at the table gamblin’, wash it all down with all green everything, green dollars green eyes, green grass green tea, from poor to rich tables turn lights switch look how the pendulum swings. Eating sushi, in the center at the top of the pyramid, this is The Life, point blank period. Built on the backs, of high hopes and low self esteems, where every game is fixed, and sits upon a million broken dreams, see I’ve seen, a man lose everything due to his greeds, in his passionate pursuit to procure his wants, he lost all of his necessary needs, see, this is Vegas Baby, where bad things seem good, and good things seem shady, though luckily, I’ve mastered the art of the sin, so I rarely play, and when I do play I play to win, loaded dice cards up my sleeve, I know the dealer and I paid off the magician, for I am one of those, who made it to the top of the pyramid, so now I sit in a penthouse suite with a sweet freak in my sheets at the Luxor, I told you before this is The Life point blank period. Eating sushi, in the center at the top of the pyramid, this is The Life, point blank period. As I soak, my bruised bones and my blood diamonds, in a bubble bath of passionfruit and guava, this is no joke I exude The Good Life without even tryin’, my karma mixed with my commas brought me to nirvana, no Kurt Cobain, just hurt and pain, mixed up with this money made my a monster, no Meek Mills, or weak wills, just this student from the School of Hard Knocks that graduated with honors, some how, so now, I’m swimmin’ in endorphins with a princess no tiara, no tomorrow, no time to borrow, and I Bet we’re gonna make Love *** Magic no Future or Ciara, that’s a pop reference, if you didn’t get it yet, Future Ciara I Bet, Love *** Magic trick, or treat, see, there’s tons of puns and subliminal messages, in almost ever line I write, sometimes the sublime subliminals are so subtle, that I don’t even catch them they escape no alibi, copy cat killers, can imitate but never copyright, they’re just imitation fillers, while my literature stays genuine, all illegitimate posers attempts at insight, pale in comparison to my legitimate ledgers of time, I’m, often imitated, but never duplicated, I’m, the Word of God, plus what Satan said this, is, the balance of extremes, forearms tattooed with pitchforks, back tatted with angel wings, this is what happens, when fashion meets passion, this is a combination of everything and everything, this is it that is all, I am infinitely everything, and I meditate on all of this, right here at this restaurant as they stare, an American dream living legend, awake in a never-ending nefarious nightmare. Eating sushi, in the center at the top of the pyramid, I told you this is The Life, point blank period… ∆ Aaron L∆ Lux Volume 1 of my new trilogy about Hollywood is now available worldwide. I’ve decided to donate ALL of the profits of this new trilogy to three charities. Volume 1 profits will go to a charity that prevents abuse and ****** assault on children. Please support my new book and by doing so you’ll not only be helping prevent ****** assault, but you’ll also be helping set an important precedent in making a statement to other artist, saying that we all need to start giving back and helping each other more than we have. PLUS you’ll also be getting an epic book of poetry from an epic best selling poet. Let’s make charity cool and change the perception of coolness for the better. Who cares what car you drive or what clothes you wear anymore? What matters is what you’re doing to help those with less. We live in this world together and can all give more. It took me six months and thousands to create this trilogy in it’s entirety, all I'm asking for in return is a few bucks and a few minutes of your time. We made the last book I published #1 worldwide and we can do it again. Simply purchase a copy now for less than it cost for a cup of coffee, and/or PLEASE WRITE AN HONEST REVIEW about the book. I’ve priced the book as low as I possibly could with Amazon. And honestly If you really don’t have 3 dollars to spend, at least REPOST this message, or RESPOND to this message, or something, anything. Love. ∆ Here is the link for purchasing/reviewing the book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01I4621OE

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El Mirador The Sikh man on the the rooftop balcony, tells me if I have any problems in this city, to come and see him, and he will deal with it, he’s serious, and he’s loving, and his black eyes reflect, against the black streeted city, in a way that leaves no doubt, upon my incensed mind, we are in, a Belizean town, on the Guatemala border, it’s late the moon is there, as She always is such a trusted companion, the balcony smells, of humid resentment, there is a sleepy nostalgia, blowing through the air, everything looks misty, tomorrow I depart for Flores, then to El Mirador, the largest pyramid in the world, waiting for me to explore, I have a few days, found some extra time, between flying to NYC, then flying to Milan, to find my way to El Mirador, it’s a six day hike from Flores, this is something that’s calling me, told you before I’m a traveler not a tourist, I’m packing my bags, getting ready for another trip, my business is straight, and my 5th book is almost finished, which gives me a few days to breathe, to hike into the jungles in respect of the pyramids, and I was packing my bags and getting everything ready, when I decided to take a break and step out onto the balcony, where to my surprise I found a man, sitting in the dark, resting in the infinite, space of time and thought, and when I discovered him, he began to speak, he told me he’d come from Amritsar, and that he was a Sikh, Seek and Ye shall find, so I go with God, and get back to getting ready, for my trek to El Mirador. — ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆ — The H Trilogy Volume 1 7/7/16 ∆

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Jul 4, 2016

Jul 4, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC

∆ El Mirador ∆

El Mirador The Sikh man on the the rooftop balcony, tells me if I have any problems in this city, to come and see him, and he will deal with it, he’s serious, and he’s loving, and his black eyes reflect, against the black streeted city, in a way that leaves no doubt, upon my incensed mind, we are in, a Belizean town, on the Guatemala border, it’s late the moon is there, as She always is such a trusted companion, the balcony smells, of humid resentment, there is a sleepy nostalgia, blowing through the air, everything looks misty, tomorrow I depart for Flores, then to El Mirador, the largest pyramid in the world, waiting for me to explore, I have a few days, found some extra time, between flying to NYC, then flying to Milan, to find my way to El Mirador, it’s a six day hike from Flores, this is something that’s calling me, told you before I’m a traveler not a tourist, I’m packing my bags, getting ready for another trip, my business is straight, and my 5th book is almost finished, which gives me a few days to breathe, to hike into the jungles in respect of the pyramids, and I was packing my bags and getting everything ready, when I decided to take a break and step out onto the balcony, where to my surprise I found a man, sitting in the dark, resting in the infinite, space of time and thought, and when I discovered him, he began to speak, he told me he’d come from Amritsar, and that he was a Sikh, Seek and Ye shall find, so I go with God, and get back to getting ready, for my trek to El Mirador. — ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆ — The H Trilogy Volume 1 7/7/16 ∆

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Way past 12 yet still I am awake the world sin, in a pen conforming lights, this is the world now? digitized in bytes digitized in bites and bytes. we are ever distant, we don't gaze at each other on these nights we just digitize , digitize bytes process instead of feel and distract ourselves forever encased in the mud of the machine. Lets jump on the lifeboat and find ourselves homes to root in, not another boot that breaks the skin Emote, and feel don't process with a zeal that begs

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Mar 7, 2016

Mar 7, 2016 at 7:49 PM UTC

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Way past 12 yet still I am awake the world sin, in a pen conforming lights, this is the world now? digitized in bytes digitized in bites and bytes. we are ever distant, we don't gaze at each other on these nights we just digitize , digitize bytes process instead of feel and distract ourselves forever encased in the mud of the machine. Lets jump on the lifeboat and find ourselves homes to root in, not another boot that breaks the skin Emote, and feel don't process with a zeal that begs

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I love my black cat, for all his brokenness, his brain damage, his tendency to drool and to fall off things. I love him dearly, in spite or perhaps because of these various defects, and he loves me back with a fierce and simple purity like only idiots can. Still, I sometimes wish we could time travel together, he and I, and I could take him to Ancient Egypt and show the Pharoah, the priests, the acolytes and the slavedrivers. I'd show them my wonderful cat with his wobbly eyes, his flailing windmill limbs and his perfect idiot love, and I'd tell them all: 'This is your God. Reevaluate.'

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Jan 6, 2016

Jan 6, 2016 at 8:03 AM UTC

I love my black cat, for all his brokenness, his brain damage, his tendency to drool and to fall off things. I love him dearly, in spite or perhaps because of these various defects, and he loves me back with a fierce and simple purity like only idiots can. Still, I sometimes wish we could time travel together, he and I, and I could take him to Ancient Egypt and show the Pharoah, the priests, the acolytes and the slavedrivers. I'd show them my wonderful cat with his wobbly eyes, his flailing windmill limbs and his perfect idiot love, and I'd tell them all: 'This is your God. Reevaluate.'

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Hieroglyphs on my ancient soul foretell the end of me, they say I'll die by my own hand when I’ve reached god status and every knee has knelt before me and I have nothing left to achieve. This prophecy has been written on me for many lives each ended by a pill, bullet, or brilliance — I can feel it. My fingers are my slaves who type a pyramid of words that'll hide my body in a maze of booby-trapped metaphors that no thief would ever dare explore. So shut me away with my mummified poetry so the gods in the next life will worship me. Let me hold the empty orange bottle like a rosary in chalky hands folded stiff into forced prayer. Let me rot away and be forgotten while my poetic pyramids stand for thousands of years in the sun. Let tourists stand under their shadows in awe while my bones turn slowly to dust somewhere deep in the chambers of their brilliance.

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Jan 15, 2015

Jan 15, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC

Hieroglyphs on my ancient soul foretell the end of me, they say I'll die by my own hand when I’ve reached god status and every knee has knelt before me and I have nothing left to achieve. This prophecy has been written on me for many lives each ended by a pill, bullet, or brilliance — I can feel it. My fingers are my slaves who type a pyramid of words that'll hide my body in a maze of booby-trapped metaphors that no thief would ever dare explore. So shut me away with my mummified poetry so the gods in the next life will worship me. Let me hold the empty orange bottle like a rosary in chalky hands folded stiff into forced prayer. Let me rot away and be forgotten while my poetic pyramids stand for thousands of years in the sun. Let tourists stand under their shadows in awe while my bones turn slowly to dust somewhere deep in the chambers of their brilliance.

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In the face of one's dreams there are many deterrents. The river will rush and ravage, just go with the current. Just toss yourself in, don't open your eyes. The safety you need is found in the mind. Ebola. We will die, so what's the point? Terrorism. We can't control it, so what's the point? You're white. I'm still rolling, so what's your point? He's black. No factors depend on that, so what's your point? The point is life is a delicate process it never stops existing, there's some kind of progress it cycles through birth and death all the time. There is no sense to fear, stress, or worry. No sense of any kind.

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Sep 30, 2014

Sep 30, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC

Why Should It Stop Us?

In the face of one's dreams there are many deterrents. The river will rush and ravage, just go with the current. Just toss yourself in, don't open your eyes. The safety you need is found in the mind. Ebola. We will die, so what's the point? Terrorism. We can't control it, so what's the point? You're white. I'm still rolling, so what's your point? He's black. No factors depend on that, so what's your point? The point is life is a delicate process it never stops existing, there's some kind of progress it cycles through birth and death all the time. There is no sense to fear, stress, or worry. No sense of any kind.

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