"dready" poems
*My dready face,
My swollen eyes,
My lonely heart,
My broken self.
I'm broken now, you made me fall...you've disappeared*
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
Inspirational passions,
passin’ in the Fast Lane actin’ dready no Andretti no crashin’,
cashin’ bowls and buying vowels,
moving bowels from full plates No Alex Trabek no rations,
no talkin’ trash wheels spinning no traction,
no mackin’ all in ******** heavy weight UFC non-stop action,
this is angry aggression mixed with considerate compassion,
this is six men on six horses at 6pm screamin’ six guns blastin’,
through an actual galaxy of factual fallacies,
with cash counting kings and hash smokin’ assassins,
killin’ the villains and other shady characters,
to protect the women and children from the lawless badmen,
and those that know know and those that don’t don’t,
so there’s no need to was time askin’,
all knowns shown through prose and poem,
the words your eyes have heard are everything that happens,
well then,
welcome if you come in peace please have a piece of the pie,
high as Heaven on Cloud 9 in line with inspirational passions,
thought we’d escaped and found a way out,
but instead found outt we’d be summoned back in,
Inspirational passion,
passin’ in the Fast Lane actin’ dready no Andretti no crashin’,
cashin’ bowls and buying vowels,
moving bowels from full plates No Alex Trabek no rations,
no talkin’ trash wheels spinning no traction,
no mackin’ all in ******** heavy weight UFC non-stop action,
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
from THHT2: Nightmares & Dreamscapes
A worldwide #1 best selling poetry book
∆
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 1:43 PM UTC
bohemian in appearance
his narrow shoes and frilly jacket
are useless in the driving rain
his careworn expression
gave way to alarm
as the depths of depravity
became the fixation of his
neoclassic clique of mouthpeice's
they repeat word for word
the distorted lens and its bent descriptions
they surely the first to be on camera
moments into his meltdown
his bohemian woman
is lead to the gallows by the
politically correct daughters of the
american revolution
they clip her nails and paint them
patriotic colors
but are rebuffed when they go to shave
the star spangled into her crotch hair
aint no revolution happenin down there sweetcheeks
so she battles to beat the band
and wins one for dready's everywhere
you can dictate alot of things
but honeybunches bedroom ain't one of em
his bohemian style looks faded and grey
in the modern light of day
but given the choices
he beats pre-processed sliced cheese product
by a frilly jackets mile
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 8:38 AM UTC
she mostly laughs when she dances
you can see the delight
in her eye as we get to the concert hall
that her feet are singing along already
that shes just bouncin in her sandles
ready for the band to to start up
ready for the song to take her places she oh so loves to go
she laughs as she dances
and she got nothin on 'neith that dress
so she can move easy
and feel free
oh man what a turn on
and so is that pretty laugh of hers
always makes me smile too
love to watch her dance
love to love her
my dready babycakes
my night passion
my day love affair
take my arm baby
lets go see who's playin down at the club
maybe
we can get a giggle or two
maybe i can get 'cha dancin
just for me
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 4:49 PM UTC
i paint the blank
about as well
as any gilded painter of the renaissance
from the foreing stretches of my heart
i sculpt it: dready monologue, self portrait
my one work of art
of fear and sandstone,
membrane, chills
i fear it gives me comfort;
as i know it, comfort kills.
May 11, 2012
May 11, 2012 at 1:41 PM UTC
Angled faced Prince of crime and midnight terror
Dreamer of dastardly acts and malicious intentions
Hipster flipped Cat-Holed dipping into sunsets
Hasn’t made a killing because he hasn’t had a gun yet
******* of music and strait faced combat
And a vindictive purpose
but he has not yet won that
Silent speaker waiting for his turn
It’s almost here
Dready Heady Nugget Face
My friend
Sipping his beer
#beautiful #people
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC