To thank each one of you,
Today, I take the opportunity,
By taking names for your support.

For being the source,
First of all, I thank Life,
For the inspiration she was.

She guided me to Hello Poetry,
Introduced me to new friends,
Broke up ultimately however.

Then I thank Timothy Salter,
For his own and his family's,
Articulate poetry helped me.

Madam Hilda writes as amazing,
And as amazing is their daughter,
It is hard to tell if Marian wrote it.

It's helping me learn more,
Respecting it has taught me,
Had to be paid to earn more.

Not forgetting Gitacharya Vedala,
For he elaborates on every detail,
Thereby helping me experiment.

Same is for Pradip Chattopadhyay,
Hinting of Rabindranath Tagore,
He's the poet clad in sombrero.

Their pure physics at soul poetry,
Helped me learn experimenting,
With sheer hollow truthfulness

I then engage in remembering,
Elsa Angelica for inspiring me,
Her own poetry is developing.

She inspired me to improve,
My strengths & weaknesses,
She taught me being lucid.

Then of course I thank Sukeerti,
She taught me being beautiful,
Without being too explaining.

She encouraged my writing,
Always was their as a friend,
Giving me her positive inputs.

Madam Elizabeth 'Lizzie' Squires,
Aptly mature her poetry is always,
Very much to learn always exists.

Her persona is respectable,
Definitely motherly her aura,
Making her a poet so reputable.

Several other poets fascinate me,
Equally instead of less or more,
They all teach me the lessons.

Madam Sally A Bayan is there,
Her sweet mature bits of advice,
Best complemented by her poetry.

Shayana Shrikanthalingam,
Seeing all her polished poetry,
Not such a difficult name for me.

Ever inseparable they are,
Brandon & Earl Jane Nagley,
They are the immortal lovers.

And I recognize the beauty,
An Indian model here on H.P.,
Poetry surely as cute as herself.

She is the most elegant girl,
On Hello Poetry and in reality,
Bhumika Fulwani I refer to here.

Finally, I express my gratitude to her,
In my life she's the ultimate one,
Now I needn't anyone else.

She is my Pooja Shah,
She is exclusively mine,
She is here forever to stay.

What if all you believed was a lie
What if everything was an illusive deceit
Would you commit suicide, continue to believe or investigate the truth?
What if your life depended on it
What would you do?

There is paper trails wrapped up in illusion and like a picture framed
You only see what is there,
At least what the camera shots.

Charisma is subtle
It’s a quality I despise, why?
It’s the traits of politicians,
They tell you sweet bitter lies,
A fool enthralled, you eat it up like it was pork chops and salads
An appetizer
A delight.

Conspiracy theory elaborates truth as well as lies
What are we to believe when the world is built on bluff?
And we are all blind; give me a pair of glasses so I may see the world more vividly
I do however; believe I need more than that.

What holy war is upon us, when will the Jews have some solace?
When will the fat aristocrat evacuate his couch and out of the kings palace?
When will the rich exchange shoes with the poor and vice versa so
They might know the shackled ******* life as well as champagne and caviar.

We question the possibility of what takes precedence
I may Google the net, read a thousand books
Dive in all sorts of information
But I guess my appetite wouldn’t be satisfied because my eyes and ears
Had enough to realize and acknowledge that the world is built truly on illusion
If you don’t believe me, take the movies,
They use graphics and all the technology at their leisure for things to appear real
Actors and actresses like wise
We are all plunged in by theses perceptive beliefs
That precipitates a reality that conjures fictitiously real.


All rights Reserved.
Christena Antonia Valaire Williams.
April 17, 2013

Hey,

how have you been?

I know,
sometimes Time can be tough,
but remember,
nothing’s permanent and this too shall pass,

we are only an idea of our own imagination of our Selves,

and I don't know if that leads to more questions or answers,
and I don’t know if that makes things better or worse,
but then again maybe there is no such thing as better or worse,
and maybe that’s the truth and maybe the truth is that sometimes the truth hurts…

Hey,

how have you been?

Tell me,
are you enjoying this miracle called Life,
in this body,
that you’re currently in?

I’m not sure you fully heard the question because I'm not sure you were actually listening,
so at the risk of sounding repetitive I’m going to go ahead and ask it again,

“Hey how have you been,
are you enjoying this miracle called Life in this body that you’re currently in?”.

And yeah I know you’re confused and think you might be a Lesbian,
or maybe an Asexual Extra-Terrestrial Multi-Dimensional Alien,
but hey that’s okay all the World’s a stage and we are all  Eccentric Thespians,
Oddity Prodigies Radical Remedies isn’t it ironic how sometimes the poison is the medicine?

So let the record spin and let the dance begin what hold on I beg your pardon,

I’m not sure you heard the reference because I not sure you were listening,
so at the risk of sounding repetitive I’m going to go ahead and say it again,

“all the World’s a stage and we are all  Eccentric Thespians,
Oddity Prodigies Radical Remedies isn’t it ironic how sometimes the poison is the medicine?”

Hey,

how have you been?

I thought about you today,
all day actually,

all the way from Budapest Castle,
through the Labyrinth to Matthias Church,
where I drank water which sprang from an Eternal Springs,
from the Fountain of Everlasting Youth I drenched my mouth to quench my occurring thirst.

I thought about you today,
from the thermal baths at Lukacs,
to right here where I’m writing this,
at the Basilica on the Turrets of the Fisherman’s Bastion,

and actually I have a lot of answers but I do have one question if you don’t mind me asking,

hey,

how have you been?

It seems what I’ve received from atop the turrets contemplating,
is that my attraction towards you is both affection and indifference,
affliction and obsession and independence and addiction,
and possession and freedom and rejection and acceptance,

and wait a second,

it is,
actually also the most beautiful creation in all of creation,

it is,
the self manifestation of perfection from chaos and misdirection,

which is,
what we are oh my look now to the sky because that's where we are headin’,

and things,
are coming out so fast now I think it’s about time for me to check in,

with you,

hey you,

hey,

how have you been?

You still give me the chills like the hottest Sun mixed with the coldest Winds,
which also describes the highest highs both literally and figuratively that I find myself in,
because what I write is the result of insight from the Most High that I then let out with my pen,
& also it seems where I write these lines is usually from places high it can’t all be a coincidence,
this feels all too real to try and even begin to attempt to pretend,
confident and confused at the same time like wanting to make Love with your best friend.

When,
will we be able to make Love unconditionally without any preconditions,
when can we just be without wanting to do,
like being at a Basilica in the petition position but not needing to be on any particular  mission,
can we please just land on foreign land for the sake of seeking refuge from stormy seas,
or simply to stop from drifting,
instead of landing on foreign land for the sake of spreading our own misdirected ideology,
or simply landing on land to start conquering?

When will we be,
able to just be without all the questioning and invasive investigations,
I mean seriously,
these people these days ask so many questions it’s beginning to feel like an Inquisition,

made a few more references there,
could you please write back and let me know when you get them?

And your interpretation of what they mean because honestly I didn't get all of them,
I just wrote the references I didn't even get them all when they were written.

Let me know when,
you stop fishing,
because I already know what and who I want,
and of course I’ve only got one question,

hey,

how have you been?

Listen,

there's a vacancy in my heart a spot on the charts and I'm wondering if you could fill it,
I’m tired you’re hired please love my rebellious heart into submission,
and I guess that’s what I’ve been trying to say the whole time,
but I'm a poet that over elaborates so again I got lost in all the added adjective descriptions,

caught up in the moment as the Sun sets over the Danube river,
casting this beautiful city of Budapest in a golden glow that ripples and glistens,
and I realize just how unbelievably beautiful this whole Globe is,
but honestly the whole world is only half as beautiful when i find you missin’,

see you seem so far away,
when you’re anywhere but here…

Here,

where I watch tourist take selfies as two lovers give each other a kiss,
from atop the turrets of Fisherman’s Bastion feeling like I'm starring in a movie,
while staring over the edge fighting back the undeniable urge to plummet into the abyss,
wondering if you feel the same undeniable way & wondering if I am to You what You are to Me,

a Light at the end of the tunnel a reason to live,
a Pleasure that makes all this pain worth it,
a dualist that's humbly and loyally at your service,
both wise and foolish and open to improvement and to You being His heart's tutelage.

The truth is I am in love with this idea of having us even though I know I might lose this.

In Love with everything we embody and that is why one last time before it's too late I’m asking,

hey,

how have you been?

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

From The Holy Trilogy Volume 1;
available worldwide here:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N3QR3E4

Top notch legal scholar Erin Go Braw
     (less concerned about being fair versus
     abominable, irrevocable, and execrable
     unforgivable oversight most holy "M" & *****)

cabinet of high priests,
     sans spelling chieftains ready to claw
your person to bits,
     and they presage remote clemency

     which decision told, when Jeff Sessions
     decides final punishment to draw
now, (see excerpted lines
     visited with glaring flaw

"Benediction For Lord Apple Macintosh"
     where ...bot sized wetbacks, setbacks,
     and drawbacks, required a secret char),...
     intimates a "hee haw"

and rock'm n sock'm pull no punches
     square at yar triangular jaw
YES, on account misspelling,
     whence Grammarian Jude Law

at the least aims (to topple a prospective
     title of eminence grise), banning access
     to such undeserved
     catbird seat, sans Rhetorical perch

laughing while ja plaintively call for maw
**** Oxford English Dictionary - but naw
can do, and hence paw
mister trumpeting

     "FAKE" wordsmith raw
flesh will turn into....
unreadable print until closing text
that elaborates how holiness felt vexed.

To ye (a freshly minted scalawag),
     these 20/20 eyes bulged agog
while steaming with invective
     at what attempted

     to pass as sacred poetic blog
when thee (Matthew Scott Harris),
     now pronounced, an illiterate,
     immoderate, and inveterate å!@#$%∑

with a severe cerebral clog
(meaning prefrontal lobotomy
     not out of the question),
      you m~r mangy whelp of a she dog
     (my humble apologies to canines),

less deserving than being
     whipped near death's doorstep flog
after henchmen (strongly
     resembling Alaskan BullWorms
     guarding this royal hutch,
     herein Cupertino, California.