Hopeless poisoned
Precious one
The drowning's only half the fun.

Submerge, submerse
Sink deeply now
I'll close my eyes
And follow down.
In mud and muck
We'll sink and choke
We'll dine on fear
And purge on hope
And when our lungs
Draw deep for breath
We'll exhale smoke
We'll feast on death.

Always have my notebook with me,
‘cause they say the pen’s mightier than the sword,
so I’m trying to cut through the tension & the red tape,
with the power of these words,

on the ledge of The Razor’s Edge,
resisting these suicidal tendencies to jump,
feeling like Darrell with these quarrels,
trying to catch some feelings before we all go numb,

on the leading end of the Cutting Edge,
going for the gold like Doug & Kate,
& I know it took awhile but I’m here now,
my only hope is that I’m not too late,

leaning out on the leading edge,
deleting friends and repeating trends,
with suicidal tendencies and telepathic technologies,
already wrote the whole message just need to hit SEND,

as we immerse ourselves in these alien technologies,
and submerse ourselves in Emotional Anthropology,
all this done as a Road Scholar not a Rhodes Scholar,
no PHD or GED just knowledge for free without the college degree,

a one man School of Thought & class is always in session,
which is why I always have my pen with me,
as I write instead of type these thoughts,
before they become digital originals on your hand held screen,

same way that cash is becoming cryptocurrency,

holding my emotions in the palm of your hand,
which is kinda why I write these diatribes,
to remind you I’m alive inside and not yet fully an Android,
even though I’m on an iPhone feelings like an AI,

& the machines still need me,
because The System still needs you,
& AI still hasn’t found a way to be AEI,
can’t create Artificial Emotional Intelligence moods,

can’t be you not even with YouTube,
can’t be I not even with iPhones,
can’t sing a song or hum a tune,
can’t write anything close to something like this poem,

and that’s the truth and I’m not trying to be rude,
but I want to smack that phone right outta your palm,
‘cause Palm Pilots have us all on auto pilot like drones,
feeling like Luke in Episode II: Attack of the Clones!

& I just wanna go home but the closest thing I have is a home button,
it’s just Me, Myself & I on CBS with the All Seeing Eye & my iPhone,
got me wondering if this is all an act and the whole globe’s frontin’,
as I die inside while writing these diatribes they never miss you ‘till you’re gone,

& that’s exactly why I write these poems,
that have that melancholy testimony feel,
because everything feels phony on these phones,
and I just want to connect with some one or something that’s real,

so I write these Melancholy Testimonies,
as a discourse of our crash course that occurs sans remorse,
without recourse either of course because there’s no reverse,
plus we dig our own graves so it only makes sense we drive our own hearse,

& you can dispute if you want to,
but can’t really argue with truth I’ve done my research,

I mean I’m at a restaurant right now,
watching two guys eat together without even having a conversation,
they haven’t even looked up from their phones once,
I assume they’re friends but you wouldn’t know it by their lack of interaction,

eyes & attention given complete to their iPhones or Androids,
stuck in an upright fetal position head down neck cricked back bent,
which makes me want to stand up & warn them that if they don’t change their ways,
one day they’ll wake up dead and wonder where their live’s went,

we’re almost there folks,
take over almost complete,
& yeah maybe it took awhile but just ask Kurzweil,
we should have Singularity by 2040,

and I’m still writing,
trying to figure out how to defend humanity against defeat,
feeling like Sarah birthing this poem like Sarah birthed John Connor,
& we’re almost all goners as we all honor The Rise of The Machines,

but before we go,
please remember one thing,
that these Creative Arts were/are/will be,
our Last Bastion of Humanity,

because a computer can draw maps,
but can not draw a painting,
a computer can write codes,
but can not write poetry,

and that my fellow human,
is exactly why I keep writing,
to remind us to stay human,
& take a stand as we defend this Last Bastion of Humanity,

& I do this by always having my notebook with me,
‘cause they say the pen’s mightier than the sword,
so I’m trying to cut through the tension & the red tape,
with the power of these words…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
10/11/17
∆

Life is like a deep water well
When one looks on the surface
They see an image of themselves
"A self reflection"
But when one pushes past the sheer surface
of the water
They submerse themselves into the discovery
of the depth of life

Harder I try to hold, the more it fades!
Harder I try to catch hold of the moment, the more elusive it becomes, trying to clutch water in ur hands..
The more I try to grip, it slips off..
Much like is the time!
All I can do is submerse myself in time like water, unable to hold but only feel..
The feelin or losing yourself on the verge of trying to hold feels like for eternity now!
Tired with overwhelming emptiness in me
All I wish to be felt is wanted, loved and held..
Emptiness with everything around is unexplainable!
Feeling empty by leaving pieces of self in everything you do n love n left with nothing for self!
Empty yet filled with emotions, like tiniest thing can push me off the edge!
Exiting through the entrances, trying to find myself, seeing a reflection of someone when I look in the mirror!
Emptiness is what weighs me the most!

Have you ever gotten that feeling
That you just need to run
get away far far away from where you are now?

But you can't
your stuck
and then this crushing feeling
decends on you

you feel like crying
but you dont know why
your misrebale and angry
but in reality you're not.

Nothing holds intrest to you
But you cling to the things that once did
Trying to submerse yourself into it
Thinking maybe it can take the crushing feelign away

You just want to give up for the day
and curl up back in bed
and cry yourself to sleep.

But that crushign feeling just wont go away
it worms its way in and settles in for a long ride
And you just want to run
Run away, Far Far away.