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The Holy Trilogy Vol. II˚

Mandalas

est. 8/8/18

by

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
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Published in The United States by OmniOpes Inc.

'The Holy Trilogy Volume 2: Mandalas'

Copyright © 2018 by Aaron LaLux

Published World Wide by Aaron La Lux & OmniOpes Inc.

This is
a work of fction.
Names, characters, places,
and incidents either are the product
of the author's imagination or are used
fctitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons,
living or dead, events, or locals is entirely coincidental.

First International Edition

ISBN: 978-1721134151

Manufactured in The United States of America Under One God

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Cover art by:

the remarkably talented

& eternally blessed

Ms. Madam X

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 A Word About The Title

As those of you that are my closest friends know,

I wrestled with the subtitle of this book for awhile.
The title itself was always going to be The Holy Trilogy Vol 2, obviously,
but it was the subtitle itself that gave me a bit of trouble.
I knew I wanted it to be a representation of the life we are all experiencing,
& living in & I knew I wanted it to have a “spiritual vibe” to refect that,
so I had already decided on some form of the word “Mandala”,
but I couldn’t decide between “The Mandala” “A Mandala” or “Mandala”.
Many of my friends gave their advice on which they liked best,
but even with only a few weeks to go till publishing I still couldn't decide.
Then one day in a moment of clarity while having a 2 person massage,
in a rainforest at a spiritual retreat center in Columbia,
I had an epiphany that the subtitle would & will be “Mandalas”.
This made perfect sense to me,
since the 77 poems in this book are, like us, mini-mandalas in themselves.
Just like every person, every animal & every country in this world is.

It’s all Mandalas.

& they all come together to form this massive all encompassing mandala,
that we all live in which is also known as The Universe.
so, naturally, Mandalas ft perfectly as the subtitle to this book.

That being said I hope you enjoy discovering the 77 mandalas contained
within & all the symbolism found within them... -Lux
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 A Word About Giving More

Those that know me well know that I give every dollar made from every
book sold to charity. 100%. Whatever form & whatever platform it's sold
on any money made is given directly to various charities. I guess you could
say I give my profts to Non-Profts. It's something I've always done, from
book #1 all the way to book #8, which is the one you are holding now.

There're many reasons why I do this but the main one is I feel like if we all
just gave a bit to worthy causes this world would be a much better place.
This isn't to say that everyone should give away everything they make, this
is just to say, “Hey, give something.”. Seriously, every little bit counts. Just
give away what you can afford to give away & give thanks that you can
afford to give away what you give away. With everyone's help we can truly
make this world a better place. So choose a charity/non-proft/NGO &
donate. Whether is an organization that helps the earth, the animals, or us
humans, every bit counts as cliché as that may sound. It's true, so maybe
by one less beer at the bar, or go out to dinner one less time a week & give
that money to charity. Just a suggestion. :-)
Remember It's not how much you're able to make that defnes your wealth,
but how much you're able to give away.

One of the other reasons I give away every dollar I make from these books
is that my writings are a Labor of Love, & to make a monetary proft off of
doing what I truly love would make this work feel a little less sincere. Some
things are worth more than money, & I hope these 77 poems are some of
those things, & I hope you love them as much as I do. - End Rant.
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 On A More Personal Note:

Well,
here we are again,
at this point in time in your life & mine,
& well I hope you’re happy,
or at least satisfed,
or at least content at least enough,
to feel like you’re living life as much as you can before you die.

I know,
it feels like we’re lost,
as a world,
as a country,
as an individual,
& I wish I has some words of wisdom I could give you here,
some guidance & some reassurance that everything’s going to be okay,
but I really don’t,
I’m honestly just as lost as you,
we are all confused,
& all we can do is make our best decisions & move forward,
& hopefully in that process we make this world a better place,
for the planet,
& the plants,
the animals,
& humans that live on it.

& yes,
we are all going to die,
& no,
there’s absolutely nothing any of us can do about it,
& yes,
that is both terrifying as well as liberating,
because,
it means both that nothing really matters,
& that really nothing's that big of a deal,
so nothing’s really worth getting that worked up & stressed out over,
& at the same time it means every moment counts,
& is to be treasured,
& life is too short to not spend every moment with someone you love.

Just make sure that that person you choose to love loves you as well,
because too many good lovers out there give their hearts away,
to those that neglect their heart & therefore do not deserve it.

Okay, that’s about it.

Anything else just ask me in person,
if we ever have the pleasure & good fortune of seeing each other again.

Your Truly,
Forever & Ever,
With Respect & Love,

- ∆ Aaron LaLux ∆

Cauca Mountains, Cali, Columbia; 2:00am, July 22nd, 2018

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 A Big Extra Special Thanks To The Following:

Solomon & his Temple in Los Angeles

Spencer & his Hampton's Summer Bungalow
Jamey & his Waterfront Party Palace in Miami
John & his Rainforest Retreat in Cauca Colombia
Rommy & her Eco Pazifco NGO in Cali Colombia

For granting me a place to breathe & the space I

need in order to create this masterpiece.
You will always have a home here with me as well,
wherever in the world that may be.

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“All The Beauty,

In This Wonderful World,
Is Yours To Behold,
You Just Have To Open Your Eyes,
& Behold It...”

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 The Holy Trilogy Volume II˚: The Mandala
Table of Contents (77 Poems)

I. Love Your Father & Forgive His Mistakes

II. Lucid Druids
III. Lux Logos
IV. Making Amends
V. Mandorla
VI. Manifesting Trust
VII. Martyrs For Dollars
VIII. Masonic Moon In Madagascar
IX. Mayan Yours
X. Memorial Day
XI. Mermaids In The City of Angels
XII. Merry-Go-Round
XIII. Messages (Leaving A Legacy)
XIV. Messy Beds
XV. Metanoia In Spiritual Amnesia
XVI. Milford Sound
XVII. Modest Mouse
XVIII. Modest Miracles & Obvious Mysteries
XIX. Monk Dating For The Hell of It
XX. Monteiro's Initiation Well
XXI. Mother Earth
XXII. Mount Popa
XXIII. Mrs. Mysterious Enigma
XXIV. Mumok Museum
XXV. My God
XXVI. Mystery Called Life (In A Place Called Lamayuru)
XXVII. N/A
XXVIII. Never Ever Land
XXIX. Never Wait
XXX. New York Story (Rags 2 Riches)
XXXI. Next Destination
XXXII. Nice Wins & White Walls
XXXIII. Night Watchman
XXXIV. No Assumptions
XXXV. No Control
XXXVI. No God
XXXVII. No Judgements
XXXVIII. No Rest For The Weary (Back Again)
XXXIX. No Self (Children of Ghosts)
XL. No Time
XLI. Nomadic Life
XLII. Not Her Fault
XLIII. Novus Ordo Seclorum
XLIV. NoWarPath
XLV. Ocean of All
XLVI. Ocean's Abyss
XLVII. October's Very Own
XLVIII. Of Mice & Men
XLIX. Of Track Soundtrack
L. Oh Well
LI. One Day
LII. One Man Army (Zombie Apocalypse)
LIII. OPEN UP
LIV. Opening At A Closing Ceremony
LV. Osirus Horizon
LVI. Pacifst Activist
LVII. Pantheon Prayers
LVIII. Passed Life & Over Death
LIX. Past The Point of No Return
LX. Peace Fool
LXI. Peace In The Middle East
LXII. Perception
LXIII. Philae Temple of Isis
LXIV. Philosophical Poets
LXV. Picture Perfect
LXVI. Place The Face & Face The Place (No More Fear)
LXVII. Please Don't Touch The Religious Objects
LXVIII. Poetic Hermetics
LXIX. Post Religion Apocalyptic Epoch
LXX. Pray For Love
LXXI. Prayer For Peace
LXXII. Presently Being
LXXIII. Prolifc
LXXIV. ProPheta
LXXV. Purpose of Reason
LXXVI. Puzzle Pieces (Found In The Garden of Pena)
LXXVII. Pyramid Flip
 Love Your Father & Forgive His Mistakes [1]

Had to become a man,

before I learned to become a Good Son,
for your father is your father so show him some love,
& like it or not in this life you usually only get one,

I mean without your father you wouldn't even be here,

I mean without your father you wouldn't even be you,
so what part of “Love your father.” don't you understand,
& how can I get that part that you don't understand through to you?

See you are the fruit of His labors,

you are His seed that was sown,
& the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,
so learn from His mistakes & you won’t have to learn from your own,

see your Father is not perfect,

none of us ever were are or will be,
but He is indeed your Father,
so please treat him with some dignity,
please show Him some respect,
& unconditional love,
& the next time you see him,
please from me to you give him a hug,
because your father is your father,
& you usually only get one,
& I know he made some mistakes but he’s only human,
& the best thing you can do is love Him & forgive them,

for forgiveness heals,

& holding a grudge is carcinogenic,
so liberate yourself through forgiveness of self,
& forgiveness of all others as well for forgiveness is collective repentance,

no need to hold all that resentment in,

we’re all only imperfect humans but there's beauty in our imperfections,
& sure the Road to Hell is paved with good intentions,
but only through cardinal sin do we fnd original redemption,
 & it’s the smudges in the paint,
that creates the greatest masterpiece,
it’s the past & all it’s pain,
that makes us evolve & fnally attain peace,

our art is our art,

let’s not let our mistakes make us,
most of all of this is uncertain anyways & full of mistakes,
but make no mistake about it you & I are destined for greatness,

& always remember that the masterpiece has a life of it’s own,
it's not owned by anyone not even the one who paints it,
just like a father does not own his son,
even if He's the one that made him,

& you are a masterpiece so give a thanks & an amen,

& then,
be here now as we are as living human beings,
collectively having this human experience,
moving seeing hearing breathing,

see if you're always dwelling on the past,

or looking ahead to the future,
you won't fnd me either then or there,
because I'm right here now for sure,

& when you fnally fnd a way to fnd your self presently,
it will be as amazing as awaking in a lucid dream,

I mean it’s 2018 why are you still hating,

the world needs more love what the heck do you mean,
see it seems we’ve become the whole scene,
or so it would seem since wherever we're seen becomes the whole scene,

so paint me a picture of what your Soul sees,

express it in any form you choose to work with,
sure the Saints are great but Love is our Savior solely,
& our only true Father is the one that gave us Life’s gift,

use His gift wisely,

 use it to express through music dance laughter & words,
remember random acts of kindness are to be seen,
& unconditional beauty is to be heard,

with your ears you can see,

with your eyes you can hear everything,

everywhere,

where are we let’s check in with each other,

let’s forgive past regrets let’s take some time to be,

forgive & live live & let live,

be in peace & please let us be,
see we are poets we are painters we don't wish to be disturbed,
writing words that paint pictures of what all our Collective Soul sees,

see you have to become a man,

before you can learn to become a Good Son,
for your father is your father so show him some love,
& like it or not in this live you usually only get one,

& yes I know He is scarred,

& yes I know you see your future mistakes in his past,
& yes I know sometimes when you see him,
you just wish he’d hurry up & pass,
but when he’s gone you will miss him,
this much I can promise you,
because when he’s gone you’ll have a hole in your heart,
because in some ways your Father is you,
& you can always tell someone’s character,
by the way they treat their parents,
so be as thankful to them as you are to Life itself & respect them,
because without them you wouldn’t have born or even have happened,

so please show Him some respect,

& give him unconditional love,
& the next time you see him,
please from me to you give him a hug...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Lucid Druids [2]

Over half the fat people out there have been abused in the past,
so before you judge them on their outer bodies just think about that,
see we all have our problems we all have a past we all have our issues,
with some so bad that if you get too close you can catch a contact,

can’t judge the content of a book by it’s cover,

I mean you can but you’ll probably be wrong,
I mean just because you can judge something doesn't make it right,
I mean do you think just because you can do something it should be done?

Just because you can doesn’t make it right to do so,

nor does it mean that you'll be right to do it at all,
so before you come to judgement about someone who's obese,
cease for a moment & think about all the factors that are involved,

& what about the Anorexic,

that thinks if she or he just loses a few more pounds,
they'll fnally be fully accepted,
by those that are used to using them up then leaving them left out,

or those that open their legs in hopes that they'll obtain an open heart,
or those that lose themselves in other's desires in hopes of being found,

what’s wrong with us humans,

why are we so quick to judge,
honestly I think almost all the World’s problems,
could be solved with just a little less judgement & just a little more love,

& it’s like the more we try to connect with each other through social media,
the more we actually end up becoming disconnected & unplugged,
I mean I’ve got almost 2,000 friends on Facebook that I've met in real life,
but no one around me right now I feel comfortable enough to hug,

where're all those followers when it comes time to borrow a few dollars huh,
I mean seriously what the fck?

10 years ago,
we had about 5 people we could call on in a time of need,
 now it seems we have about 0 people we can call on in a time of need,
or so at least we think,

learned that fact from Johann Hari on the podcast The Joe Rogan Experience,

& him speaking of other people's triggers triggered me,

made me go in & write some more emotionally empathetic poetry,
as a reminder that seems to fnd our focus focused right here,
a statement that says “To stay blessed you must stay open focused & free.”,

still this Sometimes Sick Society gets us fed up then tells us to calm down,
tell your physician you’re upset you’ll get a script & an accusation of being ill,
Pharmaceutical company sponsored doctors proclaim to have the remedies,
prescribing medications that lead to dependence with scripts & quotas to fll,

it's surprising that a system this dirty can feel so clean,

got anxiety or depression or a headache forget afection just take these pills,

we don't need more Advil what we really need is attention,

let's all just chill I mean we're all made diferent,
so come on just because someone’s troubled & acting out,
doesn’t mean they need freakin’ pseudo medical prescriptions,

just think if Mozart had been prescribed Prozac,

or Beethoven had been prescribed Ritalin,
instead of amazing composers,
we might’ve just gotten mediocre compositions written from them,

damn come on we're all in a difcult position it's a tricky predicament,

since when was medication a prerequisite for validation,

can't just Band-Aid the wounds & hope they'll go away,
you've gotta open the wound to commence spiritual surgery,
& bring all that deep Darkness that's been closed into the open Light of Day,

hey just because someone has an outburst about what hurts,

doesn’t mean they are mentally ill,
just because someone feels empathy for the world & gets depressed about it,
doesn’t mean they need an anti-anxiety pill,

maybe they’ve been hurt & just need some understanding & acceptance,
 or at least some empathetic patience & unconditional compassion,
instead of being admitted as psychotic inpatients & served pills in rations,
damn man let's just admit we need more patience & less patches,
people should feel encouraged not discouraged to speak out,
we all need to be able to express ourselves without feeling like psychopathics,

see we’ve all got scars,

we’ve all been hurt,
some choose to give up,
while others choose to get up & brush of their dirt,

so I suggest if you’re gonna make a bad move,

you think about all the good frst,
I mean yeah you’re in kinda bad shape,
but hey we've all seen a lot worse,

we’ve all got our issues,

we’ve all got our scars,
we’ve all had stressful yesterdays,
we all hope for better tomorrows,

we all have ways of covering our scars,

we all have ways of trying to cope,
some of us over eat some of us starve,
some of us gain fame while at the same time lose hope,

but not me no way nope,

I’m not going out like that even though I know everyone’s gotta go,

I’ve still got a few more things to do before I do so no,

I’m not going out hanging in a closet with a belt around my neck like a rope,
come on please pay enough mind to be at least take the time,
to tell them you love them for the love of God let them know before they go,

Big Girls need love too shout out to Big Boi & Andre of Outkast,
Bad Boys need love too shout out to Pufy Biggie & TuPac,

some call it VooDoo others call it Witchcraft,

on a mountain top up late at night don't know what else to call it but fate,
got the earthworm & the server,
 because we're frst in frst & last out last bright & early & pitch black late,

not about the past more about the present,

so no I don’t over react to underhanded disgruntled resentments,

nope no time for the hate no way life’s too great,

so instead of all hate all the time it’s all love,
& hey when they ask me why I write these words,
my only answer to their question is “Just ‘cause.”,

because if I'm involved it's always a just cause,

although in general there's no just cause,

there's just the Sun God Ra,
so just pause breathe wait for the anxiety to leave then press play,
& without delay you may push forward upwards & move on,

only you can heal yourself so get to it,

because you know what they say, “There’s nothing to it but to do it.”,

& I know all this still I'm sardonic,

because it feels like Western Medicine is outdated & archaic,
& I'm sick of pretending I'm not sick & holding everything in,
so I'm just gonna speak out write it all down & display it without delaying,

I feel sick as a kid on a Ketamine drip,

just want to purge with some fuids & get numb,
wish there was a way to make an easy escape quick,
sometimes I think it’d be easier to just lay here & play dumb,

or fake stupid & conform to the norms that spread dead genes like germs,
until I get my chance to make my escape before it’s too late like it is for some,
or stay sober wait till the storm's over & get ghost on drugs & on the run,
or forget it all give everything to charity live life like a Lucid Druid & be gone,

& I’m all good,

even though for some it’s all bad,
said before over half the fat people out there have been abused in the past,
so before you judge them on their outer bodies just think about that…

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Lux Logos [3]

Know thyself,
know your worth,
for if you don’t know yourself nor your worth,
then really your art work will hardly be worth the hard work,

but know yourself & know your work,

& every work of art you create will be worth it even if it isn’t perfect,
sure it's tough to be of service in this whirlwind world circus of serpents,
but you will prevail if you steady your sails & navigate with your compass,

through the currents with a purpose to serve enlightened & in service,

there are still good men amongst us,

though only a few it's true,
but their virtues are righteous enough to help us all pull through,
which compels me to ask if one of those righteous men might be you,

see nothing lasts forever,

but together we can build a few statues,
we can create a few solid things in this unstable world of chaos,
because it's not a coincidence that water freezes at the degree of 32˚,

because it's symbolic of solidifying something that's not solid,

so let me ask you again is one of those righteous men you?

Know thyself,
when in the service of our Existence under The Grand Architect be humble,
& remember what we do for ourselves dies along with us,
but what we do for the world will remain immortal,

The Grand Architect designed all of this with true intent we are blueprints,
& You are The House of The Temple,

& Life itself is an initiation,

as the Light of the Divine Holy Alter leads us,
from the External Darkness of Ignorance,
of Earth's Life we emerge through the Shadows,
 which leads us to the Wisdom of Life,
which is the main aim of initiation anyways so,
from within the Light of The Divine,
we fnally fnd the word was/is/will always be Logos,

so forget a motto we’ve got a logo:

“Whom Virtue Has Joined,

Death Shall Not Separate,
it’s the Mystic Tie,
That Makes Honest Men Brethren.”,

so,

let me ask you again,

are you one of those righteous men?

Know thyself,
know your worth,
for if you don’t know yourself nor your worth,
then really your art work will hardly be worth the hard work,

but know yourself & know your work,

& every work of art will be worth it even if it isn’t perfect,
sure it's tough being of service in this whirlwind world circus of serpents,
but you will prevail if you steady your sails & navigate with your compass,

through the currents with a purpose enlightened & in service,

Know thyself,
when in the service of our Existence under The Grand Architect be humble,
& remember what we do for ourselves dies along with us,
but what we do for the world will remain immortal...

The Grand Architect designed all of this with true intent we are blueprints,
& You are The House of The Temple...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Making Amends [4]

I almost,
lost my best friend tonight,
& I’m not naming any names,
but what I will say is my best friend is a certain stage & mic,

& my best friend,

loves me,
unconditionally,
so much so that she calls my ugly scars beautiful beauty marks,

& I love her too,

even though I don’t always show it,
& the plot twist is that sometimes,
we hurt those that we love the most & don’t even know it,

sometimes,
we hurt the ones closest to us the most,
& we are able to hurt them so much,
precisely because they are so close,

& there’s so much I’d like to say,

in a desperate attempt to defend myself,
I want to tell you of all my past abuses,
& about the bad hand I was dealt,

but I won’t,
because past abuses can not substitute for present excuses,
my history of tears is not her burden to bare,
like Siddhartha was not a Hindu as soon as he became the frst Buddhist,

& I won't make any more room for any other excuses to be used,
because what matters here isn't my past but that she was presently ofended,
I hurt her with my words,
& when you hurt someone it doesn’t matter whether or not you meant it,

it happened,
& I feel deplorably horrible for it,
plus that her was you,
 & that's a fact so we might as well not ignore it,

& you,
you've always had love for me & you've always showed it,
you’ve always been there for me consistently,
always ofering a home to this homeless poet,

you gave me support,

in the form of a stage,
you gave me a way to transform,
my destructive ways into a constructive rage,

you gave me a voice,

in the form of a mic,
you gave me love,
in the form of a vibe,
you let me rest in your back rows,
when I wanted to hide,
& when I was ready to come out of the shadows,
you gave me a stage & a spotlight to shine my light,

& I love you for that,

I'm indebted forever in fact you are my best friend,
so when I thought I was going to lose you & not get you back,
I simply cracked at the thought that I'd never see you again,
my stomach twisted into knots,
my heart beat dropped within it’s ribbed cage,
I felt not only hurt dirty & confused,
but I also felt enraged & betrayed,

& above all else I felt terribly guilty for the mistake I had made,

I felt terrible that I had ofended you,

simply for what I had said,
& it hurts horribly that you were hurt by my words,
& that is why this is an apology & not an excuse,

the truth is I 100% accept that what I said was wrong,

not because I thought so but because you thought so,
see regardless of perspective if someone hurts someone else,
it’s important they apologize humbly without being macho,
because if someone feels ofended then that means someone was ofensive,
regardless of whether or not that someone felt that was or was not so,

so what now,
so where does that leave us now,
well thankfully she was strong enough,
to accept my apology somehow,

& thankfully,
she was wise enough to see past my mistake,
& graciously,
she understood that we are human & as humans we make mistakes,

see everyone makes mistakes,

the diference is in those that are willing to admit they were made,

& gratefully,
I wrote this letter to her & sent it,
to tell her thank you for not only accepting my apology,
but also for communicating to me that she was ofended,
because sometimes we can be ofensive,
without even knowing we are being ofensive,
& it’s important that we are reminded when we are out of alignment,
so that we can continue to build our relationships & not have to end them,

see communication is the key to any good relationship,

see everyone makes mistakes but not everyone is willing to admit it,
but as long as we are able to come correct & admit our mistakes,
then any wrong can be made right & any mistake can be corrected,

& as long as we’re on the subject,

I’ve got something I’d like to admit,
if I may since this is a safe place,
please allow me to just say this,

I almost,
lost my best friend tonight,
& I’m not naming any names,
but what I will say is my best friend is a certain stage & mic…

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Mandorla [5]

She’s 22 I’m 33,

but that doesn’t bother her so why should I let it bother me?

We are a Mandorla,
that sublime middle where honest contrasts meet,
see there is pitch black darkness & blinding white light,
& we are that space between that place in the center where extremes meet,

where Grays more grandiose than the grandest Grey Whale in all of the sea,
ascend from the depths up to the light & rise to the surface to breathe,
that marvelous inception of triumphant unity the Color Wheel’s
anachronism,
we are that clash of sounds that somehow goes together harmoniously,

see everything about us is diferent,

she’s clean while me I’m tattooed from chest to feet,
she comes from a wealthy family & attends a prestigious university,
while I went to The School of Hard Knocks & come from the broken streets,

& this could have gone to either extreme as is the case when opposites meet,
could have either gone totally totally wrong or absolutely fantastic,
hopefully romantic or hopelessly tragic but either way we were colliding,
because it's unstoppable the way most opposites attract like magnets,

& we are non dogmatic honest sonnets who are not average nor plastic,
but electric eccentric opposites without static that make love like magic,

& she has all the trappings of an extensively expensive social fabric,
while I came from the trap & all I have is what I was able to make happen,
& luckily I was blessed enough to be able to make a lot happen,
so successfully in fact that now every meal comes with a cloth napkin,

I mean just the fact that I’m even here makes me an anomaly,
& I thank my lucky stars for having come so far so shout out to astronomy,
it's interesting how we come from opposite ends of the spectrum,
& the place where we come together is right here where contrasts meet,

the middle of the Mandorla past all borders,

 where we honor each other religiously,
see when it comes to true love that encompasses all,
there's no room to judge there's only room to love unconditionally,

because who cares how much money one has,

who cares what car they drive or the brand name contained on the tags,
I mean I've seen a lot of things in all the places I've been,
but I've never seen anyone fall in love with anyone because of a name brand,

& honestly the more opposite two energies are,

the more beautifully the connection is when they connect in unity,
see when rain & sun combine you get rainbows,
like a lion snuggling with a deer we’re a beautiful thing to see,

like a logger setting down his axe & hugging a tree,

& even though I've built an empire of my own & roam the globe as I please,
I'm still only at home when I fnd someone so diferent,
that when we explore each other it's like discovering an entirely new galaxy,

& that's one of the reasons I'm so attracted to her & she's so attracted to me,
see we are a testimonial of the power achieved when opposites meet,
& those opposites conquer with an honest love loved unconditionally,
we are an example of what can be accomplished when we honor duality,

she’s 22 I’m 33,

but that doesn’t bother her so why should I let it bother me?

We are a Mandorla,
that sublime middle where honest contrasts meet,
see there is pitch black darkness & blinding white light,
& we are that space between that place in the center where extremes meet...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Manifesting Trust [6]

Heard a Cynic say,

“I only trust what I see.”,
to this I replied,
try to reverse the way you think,

in other words,
instead of saying “I only trust what I see.”,
say “I only see what I trust.”,
& then maybe you’ll become more trusting.

I don’t know everything,

nor do I know nothing,
but what I do know,
is this one thing,

I used to be overly paranoid,

thinking there was a vast conspiracy against me,
but then I started to realize,
that it’s actually a Self-Benefting Conspiracy for me,

kinda like a Self-Fulflling Prophecy,

or any of those other philosophies,

like The Secret that’s not so secret,
like The Law of Attraction,
the power of words & the power of Spirit,

see we’re it,

we are the manifestation of what we think,
I mean how else could someone such as myself or better yet us,
go from having nothing to having everything,

from not being able to get a break,

to being able to get any thing,
& speaking of breaks & things,
I just said goodbye to another human being,

she was or rather is a leech anyways,

 a total mooch in every sense of the word,
so I got to get a get-a-way & all she got to get was to get lost,
because I guess we all get what we deserve,

sure,
it might seem like a heartless act,
but just like all things in this existence,
there's two sides to every fact,

see you've got to prune the tree,

you've got to cut the weak branches so the strong one's can grow,
so severe any dead fower that's hanging on so the others can bloom fully,
you've got a responsibly to those that love you to let those that don't go,

whoa,

the truth sure can be a lot to handle sometimes it's true,

that's why instead of preaching from the pulpit I just put it in words,
that way you can read it at your leisure without feeling overwhelmed,
& if you get all the meanings in them well then you get what you deserve,

Heard,
a Cynic say, “I only trust what I see.”,
to this I replied,
try to reverse the way you think,

in other words,
instead of saying “I only trust what I see.”,
say “I only see what I trust.”,
& then maybe you’ll become more trusting...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Martyrs For Dollars [7]

At a loss for what it costs for these dreams,

my boss is a bot I mean a mean machine,
I mean that it seems,
they talk but I do not know what they mean,

I mean I got a feeling,

that sometimes things are not what they seem,
but I mean,
how can things not not be what they seem,

& it seems that we’re sleep walking in a day dream,

or more of a nightmare where they don’t fght fair when they feign,
& we scream but can’t wake up their minds or make up the time as it speeds,
on an assembly line butchering swine while dining on ham & cheese,

& I want to defy all of these lies,

but I don't have the time nor have the energy,
so I write the signs of our times line after line,
instead of going head to head or eye to eye with the enemy,

trying to write it all out even though still I don't know what's gotten into me,

& still it’s obnoxious to to think,

that they’ve lost their conscience to memes & their consciousness to drinks,
unconscious to all things exotic while being white washed up in mainstreams,
lost in constant nonsense on narcotics it’s all gone in a smoky noxious steam,

while toxically erotic overgrown weeds sown from GMO seeds,

create these monsters that feign for meaningless things,
like rings that bling & the profts that conquest & conquering things brings,
& they won’t stop this nonsense until they pop like a viral venereal disease,

I mean I’m honest I mean I mean what I say & I say what I mean,
& honestly I say they’ll kill the whole cow just for the cream,
I say they're an obese disease concealed between two legs in designer jeans,
as they march in unison an army of ants that only answer to the Queen Bee,

Martyrs for Dollars with corporate sponsors,

 broadcast worldwide on cable TV,
I mean why do you think the youngest billionaire in history,
is a degenerate Jenner by the name of Kylie,
it's not a coincidence that she profts from cosmetics,
I mean cosmetics cause cancer which benefts the Pharmaceutical Industry,
& I don't mean that personally I mean I'm not sure what's gotten into me,
or why I'm speaking so recklessly without ofering any apologies,
like a Kamikaze Nazi drunk on whisky standing in the street,
ignoring the Allied Forces like “c’mon cop man frisk me!”,
or a Stalin on Ritalin or better yet a Britney with bad kidneys,
still collecting those royalty checks from Daddy Walt Disney,
& it’s all moving so fast I can’t get a grip or a grasp,
& not only am I disoriented but I’m also starting to get dizzy,

I mean,
it seems things can not not be all that they seem,

I mean,
it seems these words can not read all that they mean,

I mean,
it seems we sold out our dreams when we bought into these screens,

I mean,
it seems I don’t know if I really know if I know what I say or say what I mean,

I mean,
it's confusing to try & make sense of this nonsense & I'm sick of explaining,
I mean it’s absolutely obscene what these monsters will do for the cream,
sacrifce the whole Holy Cow all in the name of the American Dream,

& I'm at a loss for what it costs for these dreams,

my boss is a bot I mean a mean machine,
I mean that it seems,
they talk but I do not know what they mean,

I mean I got a feeling,

that sometimes things are not what they seem,
but I mean,
how can things not not be what they seem...
∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Masonic Moon In Madagascar [8]

It’s a new moon,

I’m in Madagascar,
XVth World Conference of Freemasonry,
a lot of talk but not a lot of action,

not much has changed,

since the Times of King Solomon,
same paradigms diferent Millennium,
ah well I guess it’s just Human Civilization,

where the wealthy get together,

& talk about the “Problem of The Poor”,
when all the rich would have to do to solve the problem,
would be to give just a little bit more to The Poor,

the solution is simple really,

but the problem is Greed is so greedy,
that we talk about poverty over $300 dinners,
instead of giving that $300 for the needs of The Needy,

what the fck is wrong with us,

where has our conscience gone,
it’s like we’re conscienceless,
like we lost consciousness when we got hit in a hit & run,

where unrestricted capitalism puts a price tag,

on every thing & every one,
where everything's for sale & susceptible to capricious Capitalists,
stock markets swing like moods as we grasp Adventure Capitalist funds,

at a conference in Madagascar under the new moon,

but this is Freemasonry so where is the sun,
where are our pillars that we are supposed to live by,
how did we get so easily corrupted by imperial funds,

is this what our soul is worth,

a nice meal & a tailor made suit,
is this all it took to sell out our people,
 hey stop ignoring these words I’m talking to you,

how much did you give to charity this year,

how much time & how much money,
did you give a lot a little or did you just give up,
hey stop pretending like nothing matters,

when we all know without a doubt that everything matters.

Everything matters.

We are the change we are supposed to be,

we are the leaders that are supposed to lead,
we are the system we complain so much about,
so how can you sit there pretending to be comfortable in this reality,

we are in an island paradox called Madagascar,

where Her people are some of the poorest in the world,
yet Her resources are some of the richest,
the richest lands with the poorest people what kind of fact is that to behold,

what an unequal equation this island nation has at it's shores.

How can you sit there getting fat,

how can you pay attention to details but ignore the facts,
met with the Prime Minister today & asked him exactly that,
& he just smiled & gave me a pat on my back,

I felt humiliated,
& I’m tired of playing along,
I joined Freemasonry to be a guiding light,
I became a Brother to be a more Benevolent Son,

I’m supposed to be dedicating 1/3rd of my time to charity,

& so is everyone else in this Fraternity,
we are supposed to be helping liberate our Brethren,
not being passive enablers of global poverty,

& I’m not saying I don’t appreciate these riches,

I mean I just had lunch with 4 beautiful sisters,
I dined on duck conft & trufed potatoes,
 poolside with a side of foie gras served by subservient waiters,

& it all feels great but I know there's a purpose that is greater,

come on,

frst of all foie gras is disgusting,

second of all this does nothing,
for helping the poverty stricken,
or the planet that’s been sickened,

& I think about all of this,

on the rooftop of my hotel,
& how I can’t change a dang thing,
how I’m just another brick in the wall,

standing under a full Moon,

standing over a hungry city,
wondering if I'm good or bad or if those things even exist,
looking at myself from outside my self wondering “Who the heck is He?”,

staring out over Antananarivo,

with a full stomach & full mind,
under a new moon with some new thoughts,
about these old ways in the new days of these new times,

It’s a new moon,

I’m in Madagascar,
XVth World Conference of Freemasonry,
a lot of talk but not a lot of action,

not much has changed,

since the Times of King Solomon,
same paradigms diferent Millennium,
ah well I guess it’s just Human Civilization...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Mayan Yours [9]

He lights the candles,

it’s the last hurrah for us,
we are on the top,
of an unexcavated Mayan pyramid in Guatemala,

we’ve just left El Mirador,

he left as a Worker & I as a Traveler,
it's interesting & still quite a mystery,
how some get so little while others get it all,

his English is broken,

but his intentions are not,
he embodies his ancestors a summarization of generations,
from cultures completely diferent we come together on this sacred rock,

he asks me to pray,
as the rainforest winds,
carry the candle’s smoke,
across misty mountain sky,

so I pray,
I pray for world peace because after all,
what else is there left,
that's really worth praying for,

other than maybe unconditional love for all of mankind of course,

our voices are silent,

but in prayer our souls sing,
harmoniously with the Great Spirit of these Mayan lands,
feeling both humbled & empowered in this moment of immortality,

we see we live forever in Spirit because Spirit is immortal,

so when the Soul within us exits it will return to Spirit
& we don't feel the need to speak our beliefs in public,
because life itself is a prayer & those that need to know will always hear it,

must admit I was in a bad mood earlier,

 having gotten in an argument,
with the German girl,
who is on this tour with me,

I’d asked her why she didn’t like me,

because it was obvious she didn’t,
she said she didn’t like me,
because I was “an Arrogant Ignorant American”.

Wow.

Did she understand how racist a statement this was?

Did she understand that that's a generalization,
& although they save time,
generalizations are generally inaccurate?

I mean if I were to generalize,

I'd say Germany has a history of being dangerously racist,
& I'd make it a point to avoid all Germans,
simply based upon that basis,

but I'm not racist plus I have compassion for all of what this Human Race is,

so instead of attacking I just did what Jesus would do,

I turned the other cheek because I'm strong enough to take it,
like when I was in China & had a glass ashtray broken over my head,
by an angry Asian Anarchist because I was white & he was racist,
& instead of chasing him down & beating his head in,
I chased him down & spoke to him with love,
about how even though he'd cut my face open,
I still didn't hate him & for him I had nothing but love,

I told him I saw him as equal & he saw all the blood,
dripping from my forehead & coming from his hands,
& in that moment instead of continuing to hate me,
he gave in gave me a hug & shook my hand,

& then proclaimed, “We are Blood Brothers.”,

see you can't fght Fire with Fire but you can Fight fre with water,
so when someone hates the best way to retaliate is with love,
which brings me back to the German girl & why I was not bothered,
 instead of over reacting I accepted her hatred,
but I didn’t understand it,
though we're not supposed to understand everything,
because you can accept a perspective without understanding it,

so I ofered to share with her everything,

or at least what little I had,

I ofered her my tea,

I ofered her my food,
I ofered her my company,
I even ofered her my hammock as a bed,

damn it what the heck,

I just wish she could see “who” I was instead of just “what” I was,
I wish she could see that concealed in this body is a soul,
I wish she could see that physical appearances are only skin deep.

& in that moment I realized exactly what racism is,

& realized that before that moment I had no idea what racism really was,
& now I know how it feels to be hated simply 'cause of a diferent skin color,
even though color is only skin deep & we all bleed the same color of blood,

& it’s so indescribably frustrating,

to try & do everything good for someone,
& to have them simply discriminate against you indiscriminately,
hating you not because of your actions but because you were born,

even though we don’t choose where we’re born,

so please see that we don't choose the hues of our skin or our body's form,

please,
don’t blame me just for existing,
how could her hatred be so ignorant,
but then again I guess racism has always been an ignorance thing,
this idea that one race is inferior & one has superiority,
goes way back & goes hand in hand with slavery,
which has been around since way before the Romans & the Israelites,
I mean literally it's been around since at least 3500 BC,
slavery is as old as civilization it's self,
 which is why some would agree slavery itself is a civilization thing,

& it still exists today,

in many forms & shapes,
& the two main pillars of racism & slavery,
are ignorance & hatred,

ignorance & hatred,

what a dangerous combination,
especially when,
most racist people don’t understand how racist they really are,

Oh God,
what have us humans become,
dear God,
I dread what I’ll fnd when I soon leave this pyramid & return to Babylon,

but frst,
before I go,
allow me this one last prayer,
atop this one vast Mayan pyramid,

where here I sit,

with a Guatemalan brother,
& as the candle burns,
we pray both alone & together,

we pray,
as the rainforest winds,
carry the candle’s smoke,
across misty mountain sky,

we pray,
for world peace because after all,
what else is there left,
that's really worth praying for,

other than maybe unconditional love for all of mankind of course...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Memorial Day [10]

Remember when,
the Amazon meant the Amazon rainforest,
not an online marketplace,

remember when,
Birds were winged creatures that few above us,
not scooters for rent on Venice Beach,

remember when,
our memory wasn’t something stored on our phones,
remember when memory was something stored in our minds?

Do you remember?

Do you remember,
when we were Light Beings,
not confned to physical bodies,
remember when being a being wasn’t so disgusting?

Remember when we lived,

without farting or pooping or bleeding or sneezing or judging or hating,
remember when we loved for the sake of love & lived amongst Gods,
remember when we’d get together in love without needing a reason?

Do you remember?

Do you remember unconditional love,

I mean real unconditional love loved unconditionally,
back when what we did actually seemed to matter,
before we gave up lethargically & stopped giving a fck literally,

before we threw in the white towel while trying to buy the right vowels,
& sold our souls to to the highest bidder buying in & selling out,
remember when we had each other to believe in before we bought in,
to the dreams they sold us while stealing our feelings & selling us out?

Do you remember?
 Do you remember when we lived freedom,
& it wasn’t just a dream that we believed in,
do you remember when our little personal revolutions were evolutionary,
do you remember when we could trust everything we were seeing?

Now the whole background seems like a green screen,

now the whole world seems like a crime scene,
got food poisoning from the Forbidden Fruit,
why do you think they call it Apple soon there'll be iDreams,

in a Mandala of Samsara,
trying to break the cycle with these Tantra Mantras,
& I want to be Dr. Jekyll all kind & harmless,
but sometimes I scare myself & become Mr. Hyde the monster,

but I guess that’s the price we pay to play The Game,

ah this life is expensive but liberation is priceless,
so I pay my dues & keep moving through the shame,
making moves like there’s nothing to lose but this life I shine in until lifeless,

taking trips without falling insane to destinations that are calling my name,
getting it in by any means possible & in the process forgetting everything,
so I preemptively apologize if we meet again,
& I admit I easily forget & have to ask you to please remind me your name,

“Please, be so kind as to remind me your name.”.

It’s like,
I’ve seen the face before,
but can’t quite place it,
it’s like,
I remember having a memory,
but can’t remember it or erase it,

face it,
the facts are basic,
some people can’t right their wrongs,
so instead of sobering up they get more wasted,

following new trends that all seem outdated,

 tired,
but anxious,
wired,
but sedated,

what has happened to all our glory,

what’s become of all our greatness,
I guess we lost our identity in editions of defnitions,
& we witnessed it go in the form of the time we spent but couldn't save it,

& now the mirror's broken & the edges are jagged but we still have to face it,

It’s like,
I’ve seen the face before,
but can’t quite place it,
it’s like,
I remember having a memory,
but can’t remember it or erase it,

& speaking of memories,

do you remember when,

the Amazon meant the Amazon rainforest,
not an online marketplace,

remember when,
Birds were winged creatures that few above us,
not scooters for rent on Venice Beach,

remember when,
our memory wasn’t something stored on our phones,
remember when memory was something stored in our minds?

Do you remember?

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Mermaids In The City of Angels [11]

Writing by the moonlight,

she gets lost in the Ocean’s waves,
half Angel have Mermaid,
half totally uncontrollable half really well behaved,

so beautiful she is,

this Work of Art in Progress,
she’s got this God feeling that 'God feeling' she's God Blessed & I'm kneeling,
which only makes sense since she is a Goddess,

lost in,
her conscious,
we’re in love,
it’s obvious,
this odyssey,
is only an instant,
then it’s gone in a fash,
like an epiphany or a meditative vision,
everything’s intrinsic & happens in an instant,
so we operate of instinct & intuition,

we drink from the Fountain of Youth,

we eat the Forbidden Fruit when it comes to fruition,
swimmin’ like a dolphin all in this current current that’s constant,
not a fsh or a fsherman so I’m not fshing,

just sittin’,
on the beach in Venice,
watching my love swim in the sea where she's swimming,
at midnight under the full moon feeling replenished,

& under the Moon's light,

she seems to emanate energy beyond any mortal Man's comprehension,

listening to Miguel sing tales,

of The Day The City of Angels Fell,
I'm with my girl & I know she’s only human,
but she seems so much like a Mermaid when she swims I swear I see a tail,
 as she swims in the ocean,
on a wave catching waves,
half Angel have Mermaid,
have totally uncontrollable have really well behaved,

where her glow goes with the Moon's as they both emanate,

her gaze,
melts these walls I’ve built,
& yeah the water’s rough,
but her touch is smooth as silk,
as we set sail,
into the future and all it entails,

oh God I’ve never felt,

so much for the love of or from the touch of one,
told you before she’s my lifeguard,
& we’re just getting started so the rest are already done,

& let me remind you that this life passes by us in a fash,

so fnd someone to love & take the time to have some fun,
which is why we rise like the tides,
then hit the beach to catch the light of the setting sun,

then I write by the moonlight,

as she gets lost in the Ocean’s waves,
half Angel have Mermaid,
half totally uncontrollable half really well behaved,

so beautiful she is,

this Work of Art in Progress,
she’s got this God feeling that 'God feeling' she's God Blessed & I'm kneeling,
which only makes sense since she is a Goddess...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Merry-Go-Round [12]

Bonding with some other souls,

through experiences that we’re having as they're happening,
yeah life moves fast & happens in moments,
& yeah we never really own it & yeah nothing is everlasting,

but there’s a romantic attraction in this,

which is the evasive nature of these passing moments,
so we bond together through our time together,
no time like the present so show me your soul or show me nothing,

& around we go,

on a Merry-Go-Round that’s 4th dimensional,
so no we have no time for fake lovers or lame haters,
nor unconnected con-men with contrasts that are confrontational,

see these sensations that we're experiencing are sensational,

although all the drama tries to pry us apart,
but we are lifelong blood brothers but we stay together through whatever,
undisturbed & unperturbed by any reckless ruse or fancy farce,

& although we often break open we will never break apart,

this is art,
an uncompromising constant motion of collective experiences to behold,
as we catch feelings but never catch cold from this bonding as it unfolds,
standing strong & holding on around & around this Merry-Go-Round goes,

Bonding with some other souls,

through experiences that we’re having as they're happening,
yeah life moves fast & happens in moments,
& yeah we never really own it & yeah nothing is everlasting,

but there’s a romantic attraction in this,

which is the evasive nature of these passing moments,
so we bond together through our time together,
no time like the present so show me your soul or show me nothing...
∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
 Messages (Leaving A Legacy) [13]

Gave one of my books away today,

at a teaching with the Dalai Lama,
at His Holiness’s monastery in McLeod Ganj,
better known to the world as Dharmsala,

it was an interesting ofer,

or rather ofering,
but sometimes things happen,
& you have no choice but to witness them happening,

& the best thing you can do is to just let them happen.

I had set my book,

next to my bag,
then I'd moved,
from the place where I'd sat,
which had been amongst some Tibetan students,
near the front of where the Dalai Lama spoke,
I had moved to be more centered in the center,
in line in front with His Holiness brought my mind but left behind my book,

& when I turned around,

mid teaching,
I found,
a Tibetan school girl reading,

but she wasn’t reading from the Buddhist book His Holiness was teaching,
it was from the newest book by Aaron LaLux that she was reading,

she had set down the Buddhist book,

to which the Dalai Lama was reading from,
& instead she was reading my book,
The HH Trilogy Vol. 2 beginning on page 1,

she began,
to rock back & forth as she read,
like a rabbi or a cleric almost as if,
to her my book was holy text that had been blessed,
 I was amazed to say the least,
that to this Tibetan refugee student,
The HH Trilogy Vol. 2 was more important,
than a book written by The Dalai Lama for other Buddhists,

so attached to my book she was,

that when she took a quick nap her forehead rested on the book’s cover,
to me this was reafrming the power of my words,
& it felt good to know,
that my words were physically & emotionally supporting her,

I suppose in a way my words are holy texts for Life's lovers,

& all this went through my mind,

as I listened to the Dalai Lama speak,
& I thought about how what we usually fnd,
is a pleasant surprise to what we usually seek,

anyways after the Dalai Lama’s teachings,

everyone lined up for photographs,
& I asked the girl that had been reading “Do you like that book?”,
to which she replied with a very shy “Yes.”,
“Do you want that book?”,
was the next question I asked,
she nodded her head afrmingly,
so I took the book, autographed it then gave the book back,

in that moment she realized that I was the author,

& she happily hid the book in her book bag,
both of us were happy,
her for receiving & me for giving back,

see at frst I’d debated giving the book to her,

because it talks about money, addictions, & sex,
but then I realized it’s a perfect literary example of Samsara,
so I guess those words really were & are holy text,

see not everything is at it seems,

so who are we to judge,
not every savior has a halo not every angel wears wings,
 Heaven is found in the Heart both below & above,

so I refrain from judging everything even my own work,

especially when it’s something so personal,
because it can be difcult to see the forest from the trees,
see some of the things we can't explain & only time can tell,

& honestly Time is our greatest teacher of these Secrets,

so I don't self censor my words & pray my hands don't get impaled by nails,

I felt honored then I knelt,

humbled in front of the Dalai Lama,
I emptied my mind so my soul could be flled,
as my eyes became wet with tears that were conscious,
because it was obvious what His Holiness's main message was,
& that’s that He’ll soon be departing from his physical self,
& he had reafrmed this by saying the youth needs to step up,
because His Holiness has some big shoes that will soon need to be flled,

by both youths & students,

such as the one that’d gotten by book,
see the answers you are searching for are always there,
you just have to know where & how to look,

there is knowledge to be found in everything,

in every tree on every mountain within every person & every book,

look,
He plainly stated that His shoes need to be flled,
as we walk in the footsteps of Buddha we see,
even an apartment in the city can be the new Bodhi Tree on the hill,

from which enlightenment can be attained,

because it's not about where you're at it's about what you feel,

as the cycle continues here we go again,

death begets life as we learn from our mistakes so hopefully we can ascend,
making amends while correcting our karma so we can escape Samsara,
& until then reincarnation will continue to sing that song that never ends…

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Messy Beds [14]

My bed’s a mess,
have the time but can't fnd a reason to tidy it up yet,
I mean I feel drained of energy & don’t feel like tucking the corners in,
ignored the warning signs so now I'm losing control & losing respect,

regret,
is not always worth the experience,
& all you'll get if you wallow in it,
is a reality check that's signed with the mark of a march to deliriousness,

now that we've established that let me ask you this in all seriousness,

once the trust is gone,

what good is a relationship,
see we’ve all got skeletons in our closets,
only diference is I showed her mine while she chose to not let hers out yet,

who am I to her anyways,

just some one to see when she’s not sleeping with random guys,
what am I to her anyways,
just some place she feels safe where she can run away & hide?

Is our time together just meantime,

I mean she's not even mine so does this mean we're just spending free time,
in the meantime until she's leavin' this place that's only kinda home,
in the friend zone until she fnds a richer man or a more generous guy,

after all what more can I ofer her,

other than these four walls I humbly call my temporary home,
other than a shoulder for her to cry on when she just wants to collapse,
a friend to fll that space in her heart when she feels empty & alone,

& I know she’s using me but I don't mind I kinda like it,
I mean we both know she's using me it’s all way too painfully obvious,
but I let her use me because honestly I deserve to be used,
because in truth I've used before so I guess this is what karma is,

payback,
 for every woman I ever disrespected or neglected,
ever since way back,
when I was a young punk that didn’t respect what the Feminine Energy is,

but I’ve grown up so now I show up,

for any friend that needs a hand or a place to feel safe,
because I know I used to mess up but I found redemption,
because we all can be saved if we change our ways before it's too late,

so yeah I've grown up,

more than just a little bit,
I owned up to my past & grown up fast,
just look at all my accomplishments,

I've written 8 books & given every dollar made away to charities,
I've traveled to 70 countries & lived better than the kings of past history,
I've got a clean record I'm well respected & amongst my peers I'm a legend,
I'm a real estate prodigy & own multiple properties like life's Monopoly,

I’ve got a few homes in California now,

& a beautiful California King bed at the one I'm currently at,
but really what good is a big bed,
if you don’t even take the time to make it,

I guess that's why bed’s a mess,

have the time but can't fnd a reason to tidy it up yet,
I mean I feel drained of energy & don’t feel like tucking the corners in,
ignored the warning signs so now I'm losing control & losing respect,

regret,
is not always worth the experience,
& all you'll get if you wallow in it,
is a reality check that's signed with the mark of a march to deliriousness,

now that we've established that let me ask you this in all seriousness,

once the trust is gone,

what good is a relationship,
see we’ve all got skeletons in our closets,
only diference is I showed her mine while she chose to not let hers out yet...
∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Metanoia (Eros in Spiritual Amnesia) [15]

We all sin,
but we don’t all repent,
we all lie,
but we don’t all confess,

everyone makes mistakes,

but not everyone apologizes,
love comes in many forms,
& wears all kinds of disguises,

just ask Psyche,

the Greek princess,
ask her what happened,
when she fnally saw Eros,

as was written in 'Metamorphoses',

about how Eros's modern name is Cupid,

& about how Psyche was the Goddess of The Soul,
& how Psyche is the root word for psychic,
& how not even Psyche could fnd her lost love Eros,

I erred,
should’ve let Love stay a mystery,
because if you try & conquer Love instead of honor Her,
your best friend could become your worst enemy,

& any mistake we don’t learn from,

we are doomed to repeat,
because life is a circle that’s why it’s called The Circle of Life,
& The Circle of Life is us & only ascension will set us free,

as the Tormented become the Tormenters,

as the Confessors become the Interrogators,
never underestimate someone with nothing to lose who’s scarred & scared,
is confused & holds on religiously to their disillusioned illusion of power,

& I know we all have Spiritual Amnesia,

 but please at least try to remember this,
every One has a past but not every One has a future,
this is the Divine Paradox of our existence that we live in,

so don’t be too proud to apologize or repent,

don’t be too stubborn to admit you were wrong,
let it be known that through our confessions we will be liberated,
from the weight of the sins that for so long have held us down,

& I promise,
that I will never break another promise,
if we can just have mutual trust for each other fully,
not only as Lovers but also as two Souls just being honest,

honestly let's not keep secrets from each other,

let's let it all go & fnd a way to love one another,
let's let the past pass so we can be on the correct path,
because the only way we can get to the top is together,

see we all sin,

but we don’t all repent,
we all lie,
but we don’t all confess,

everyone makes mistakes,

but not everyone apologizes,
love comes in many forms,
& wears all kinds of disguises,

just ask Psyche,

the Greek princess,
ask her what happened,
when she fnally saw Eros...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Milford Sound [16]

Since prehistoric times,

these ford clifs have risen,
out of the icy waters of Milford Sound,
since before Man was conceived with all His superstitions,

& indoctrinations into systems that led to submission instead of liberation,

& replaced wisdom with a profusion of illusions & information,

like religions for example,

& preconceived notions of what devotion is,
or misguided ideas of what & who God is,
& undefned defnitions what We are,

& that's why sometimes,

we need to escape to a place where we can have peace,

to a place where we know everything is real,

& that place more often than not is in nature,
where we can be natural & naturally have some space,
in something so great we get lost in the grace of it's soft embrace,

in Nature,
hard to ignore the ford clifs that bare witness,
to our race & it's rise & demise as the result of it's haste,
& the enlightening of evidence that shows that evolution is intrinsic,

in this infnite that happens in an instant,

in this water way,

of Milford Sound,
with a cool breeze white falls blue seas & mountains of green,
a place where a vibration of peace is the only external sound,

where ocean meets land & waterfalls aplenty abound,

where water meets wind & trees spring from the ground,
as these Seeds of Light create these Trees of Life,
with all the colors of this wonderful world's greens blues & browns,
 where all the problems of the Modern Mantra of Man,
seem so small in comparison to the mammoth grandeur of Milford Sound,
such a colossal creation it is that it dwarfs all coliseums statues & stadiums,
as if these mountains that surround are living fossils of Time's lost & found,

since before the time of dinosaurs,

since before the time of time,
since before the evolution of every animal,
since before the written word & all of it’s rhymes,

see even all the literature in the ancient scriptures seem oddly modernized,
when in the presence of something as awe inspiring as Milford Sound's sites,

Sigh,
I surrender,
to this natural wonder,
& all it's splendid grandeur,

in modest awe & humble appreciation,

here in Milford Sound with all of God’s creations,

charcoal clifs of granite,

salty seas of change,
as the fords witness diferent evolutions come & go,
the lesson seems to be that nothing stays the same,

every species goes extinct,

no matter how mighty nor how great,
see even if the species is vastly diferent,
they as in we all share exactly the same fate,

everything will change,

even these granite fords,
as the water falls from waterfalls,
like these falls & these mountains on this sound we all have our course,

that's why sometimes we need to escape to a place where we fnd peace,

to put our impermanence into perspective & realize nothing's a big deal...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Modest Miracle & Obvious Mystery [17]

Outta my mind,
writing these lines,
while riding The Line,
& biding my time,

in a chaotic blur of psychotic cures,

backed out of a black out & then You appeared,
swimming through estrogen I found my medicine,
in the form of a physical being which resulted in relieving all fears,

received Her the blessings of her presence when She breathed her essence,
I broke all my rules like most Broken Hearted Fools often do,
since only Fools fall in love & it was more than obvious,
that I had tripped of the clif & totally fallen in love with You,

You as in Her & Her as in You,

which gets us back to where we were,
which was a chaotic blur,
of psychotic cures,

& speaking of cures I could see that She hurt,

& that to me was part of Her allure,
because I’m attracted to those that have been slapped backwards,
in Love with Her Darkness that’s dirty as much as Her Light that’s pure,

from the scar on Her forehead,

to the bags under Her eyes,
I love that She seems as tortured as me,
because you have to sink to the bottom before you can rise,

& She seems as sunk as a shipwreck,

an abandoned sunken pirate ship sitting in the dark depths of the ocean,
with a rusted brass Siren on the bow where She rests,
a priceless catch of gold in chests hidden in hulls waiting to be blown open,

& when this pirate ship is fnally discovered & it’s timeless jewels uncovered,
what a surreal sight there will be to behold when it's chest is opened,
& we fnally fnd after all this time what had been lost for so long,
& all the colors come to light like the 4th of July from a beautiful explosion,

because She’s been killed before so She’s not scared of Death nor Life,
She’s not scared of anything or anyone except maybe Love & Devotion,
& maybe that’s why She ran away that fateful night,
after I said all I wanted was Her in all Her unbridled emotions,

& yes She’s a woman but She’s more of a motion,

an Intangible Angel with angles of infnite degrees,
see She’s hot as Hell & cold as ice,
She’s the most Modest Miracle & the most Obvious Mystery,

She is the Present Moment & the rest of them are just History,

& this is His Story,

about Her Story,
His as in mine,
Her as in You,

& it’s about her,

& it's about time,
& I’d explain more,
but I’m running outta time,

like I'm running outta my mind,

outta my mind,
writing these lines,
while riding The Line,
& biding my time,

in a chaotic blur of psychotic cures,

backed out of a black out & then You appeared,
swimming through estrogen I found my medicine,
in the form of a physical being which resulted in relieving all fears,

received Her the blessings of her presence when She breathed her essence,
I broke all my rules like most Broken Hearted Fools often do,
since only Fools fall in love & it was more than obvious,
that I had tripped of the clif & totally fallen in love with You...
∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Modest Mouse [18]

A Modest Mouse,
not a Rat God,
chillin’ with a chillum,
a gray beard & dreadlocks,
seems I'm more Shiva than Ganesh,
he's just more Jesus than Mohammed,
I’m like Vishnu with some issues,
I’m a prophet & a Godsend got nonsense & wisdom,

learning to forgive is one of the best lessons,

life is a journey that we are all exploring through forgiveness,
see we all make mistakes but mistakes can be lessons,
if we learn from our mistakes & also learn how to forgive them,

so humbled by it all but I don’t mumble I’m That God,

& you are too see it's all part of The All Encompassing Universal Existence,
which leads us to fnd the Truth through,
Unconditional Love with Universal Persistence,

sort of like Sisyphus,

fnding joy from pushing that rock up that hill,
or so would say the eternal optimist Camus,
see sometimes you’re own worst enemy is your own best will,

when will,
you be able to surrender into the existential bliss of our existence,
shed your exoskeleton & molt into something greater than,
that which you previously defned as your egotistical existence,

or so says I,
the Introverted Existentialist,
part Spiritual part Physical,
part over stimulated Emotional Mentalist,

empathetic,
not apathetic,
know the diference,
or give in until you get it,
 & I know I'm teaching while teetering on this clif,
with a wishlist & a lit splif,
but don't worry I'll be fne,
see I'm a prime example of an Indoctrinated Infnist,

& this prior stated literary incident,

leads one to see the made up nature of “Infnist”,
see it’s not a word or at least wasn’t till I wrote it,
so I guess this Manifesto has more than a few manifests that exist within it,

see we understand life like this,

hindsight is 20/20 but we can only live looking ahead,
so essentially to understand what someone's going to say,
you must frst understand what it was that they said,

which can be frustrating,

which can explain why I’m frustrated,
because this Mandala of Life,
is both relaxing & exciting at the same time both under & over rated,

stuck in this Samsaric cycle,

watching it all play out again & again on repeat,
& I don’t know what else to call it,
other than a Tragically Beautiful Dramatically Amazing Romantic Comedy,

living infnitely in Infnity,

& Infnity,
happens in an instant,
in the Zenith of Existence,
in a trance in the Infnite,
in a a Bad Romance,
as a Man of Martyrs,
living in a Fanatic Fairytale,
the monsters aren't under my bed I'm sleeping in a Bed of Monsters,

somewhere between Blissful Heaven,

& Scary Hell,
see these mysteries that're unbeknownst to many,
are the lessons I know very well,
 well,
we all get three wishes like an Emancipated Genie listen close & I will tell,

the tale of a A Modest Mouse,

not a Rat God,
chillin’ with a chillum,
a gray beard & dreadlocks,
seems I'm more Shiva than Ganesh,
he's just more Jesus than Mohammed,
I’m like Vishnu with some issues,
I’m a prophet & a Godsend got nonsense & wisdom,

learning to forgive is one of the best lessons,

life is a journey that we are all exploring through forgiveness,
see we all make mistakes but mistakes can be lessons,
if we learn from our mistakes & also learn how to forgive them,

so humbled by it all but I don’t mumble I’m That God,

& you are too see it's all part of The All Encompassing Universal Existence,
which leads us to fnd the Truth through,
Unconditional Love with Universal Persistence...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Monk Dating For The Hell of It [19]

The problem with dating a Buddhist,

is they can be completely detached,
they can be committed when they act,
then they can detach just like that,

plus they can be a bit passive aggressive,

by choosing the path of least resistance,
& I know we've all heard about the Karma than ran over the Dogma,
& that's just one casual casualty that was the result of passive aggression,

& You laugh,

because You know it’s true,
& the truth can be funny kinda like You,
because the truth & you can both teach & amuse,

but enough about the Buddhists what about the Jews?

Well,

the problem with dating a Jew,

is they usually don’t want to give enough love,
sure they give a bit of love,
but usually they don’t give enough,

plus they don't want to spend their time,

they'd rather save it for a rainy day,
but maybe that's just a stereotype,
like assuming just because a man is always happy he must be gay,

anyways,

those are just some of the things to think about before dating a Jew,
plus they’re also kinda indecisive,
& they want to debate albeit educatedly,
almost everything you decide to bring up,

but what about Muslims they seem okay,

 um,

not if you’re a women,

& you’re dating a Muslim man,
or if you don't like wearing anything but a black sheet,
on your face in sweltering heat in desert sands,

or you don't like being private property & not being about to go out in public,
unless you have specifc permission usually written from your husband,
& as long as we're on the subject of being out in public,
what's up only men being allowed to hold the hand of another man,

especially given the fact that a man can be killed for such an act if he's gay,
or fogged in public for being with the one they love in places like Iran,

damn,

plus,

if a woman's man cheats on her,

she's the one that gets blamed,
for “not being good enough to your man” or whatever,
yeah he cheats on you & you’re the one that gets publicly shamed,
but if you cheat on your husband,
you get rocks thrown at your head while your body is buried in the sands!

That's so bad it deserves a double damn!

Okay okay okay then,

well how about Christians,

surely they’re good in relationships,
they’re God fearing they go to church,
yeah they seem to be way legit,

wait a minute,

I’ve met a lot of Christians,

especially in The South,
& they’re relationships are anything but good,
I mean have you ever been to “The Bible Belt”?,
 have you ever heard of the term,
“Spare the rod & spoil the child?”,
yeah that’s Bible talk for child abuse,
plus what’s up with those preacher pedophiles?,

Eww,

well what about Hindus?

Um,
I’m not even going to go there,
I mean they seem fne kind on the outside,
but well never mind I’m going to stop there,

um maybe it’s best to just date an atheist,

but you know the problem with dating an atheist,

they don’t believe in anything not even love,
atheists just think we’re all gonna die & everything’s gonna go black,
they’re depressed & think love is just chemical reactions heating up,

oh well I give up maybe I'll just become a Born Again Virgin,

maybe I’ll just swear myself of sex completely & go celibate,
then when someone asks me why I did it I'll reply with a shrug,
sigh & say “The same reason I dated a monk, just for the hell of it!”…

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Monteiro’s Initiation Well [20]

From profane to sacred,

from cursed to blessed,
from Darkness to Light,
up the Initiation Well we ascend,

& yes there is everything to gain but most won't make it,
& you only get one chance to make it work no time to rehearse or refect,
honest intentions lead your direction & curiosity is the spark in the night,
so stay steadfast young soul you must go through Hell to reach the Heavens,

as the Hero’s journey begins,

the Villain’s journey ends,
through these words we tell our stories,
so that hopefully the ignorant can become enlightened by these lessons,

but the Lips of Wisdom stay sealed,

except to the open Ears of Understanding,
which is why this Initiation Well has been constructed,
in a very specifc way with careful thought & lots of planning,

so the knowledge we found won’t be lost in a universe that's ever expanding,

like all good things that endure the test of time,

the Path of Initiation past Quinta Da Regaleira's bath is still standing,

as we enter the well under a waterfall past the Guardians,

we walk through the dark until we reach the Rosicrucian Cross,
at the bottom of the Initiation Well which represent Dante’s 9 Circles of Hell,
you arrive & when you do we take a look at the oferings you’ve brought,

what have we here my dear,

what do you bring to the table to weigh the scales in your favor,
see it's the spiritual things not the material things that we're interested in,
which is why when you arrive you do with your heart full & your chest bare,

it's a good sign that you've arrived with an Open Mind & a Willing Heart,
plus you’ve come under the tongue of good report,
 & your own free will & accord of course which is a pretty good start,
but this is the Path To Enlightenment & it requires a little bit more,

no one ever said life would be easy to get what you want takes hard work,

& anything that's worth it will take years of service,

because you usually get what you pay for even when you pay in time served,

but don't be discouraged,

there's reasons why most of those alive do not make it to the top,
see knowledge begets power & power itself is a serious responsibility,
so stay focused on the road with enough perseverance to not stop,

I mean most people don't even desire or care to better themselves,

so wanting enlightenment enough to show up means you're half way there,
you've showed up here & that means you're willing & hopefully able,
so you enter the waterfall past the Guardians & arrive at the stairs,

where you struggle to climb the 9 levels,

making your way mindfully up every stair,
there's 120 spiraling steps to go till you reach the top,
& it’s awfully hard work but it's worth the beautiful view once you get there,

from profane to sacred,

from cursed to blessed,
from Darkness to Light,
up the Initiation Well we ascend,

& yes there is everything to gain but most won't make it,
& you only get one chance to make it work no time to rehearse or refect,
honest intentions lead your direction & curiosity is the spark in the night,
so stay steadfast young soul you must go through Hell to reach the Heavens,

as the Hero’s journey begins,

the Villain’s journey ends,
through these words we tell our stories,
so that hopefully the ignorant can become enlightened by these lessons...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Mother Earth [21]

Our Mother gives us all we ask need & ask for,

& all She asks for in return is that we treat Her well,
She gives us the food we eat the water we drink & the air we breathe,
& all She needs is for us to respect Her & also respect ourselves,

because ultimately we will all sufer the same fate,

when Judgement Day arrives in the form of foods no one will be excluded,
we are all connected whether or not you accept this it's one ocean one land,
& no amount of money can make you immune from the fumes of pollution,

seems the only solution is to work together to respect Her a bit better,
but instead of signs of respect we simply sign checks like it's all for sale,
out of line in excess while metals are mined that they fnd precious,
blind to the facts to such an extent that those that mine can't even tell,

that they're digging so deep into Her,

that they're digging themselves a hole straight to Hell,
& it all seems so overwhelming that even those that still have hope,
sometimes feel like throwing in the towel & saying “Oh Well!”,

tell,

me no lies,
please,
we've all been hurt before,
see,

this Earth is the place of our birth,

let's tread lightly upon Her skin,
let's keep Her clean & free from harm,
so when we want to enter Her waters to swim She'll let us in,

let's defend her against the needles that these alien beetles keep inserting,
in order to extract the blood that's black to power their machines,
let's progress & fnd ways to behave in a way that is fair for all,
I mean seriously why are we still acting like cavemen let's advance it's 2018,

see She will always welcome you,

& take you into Her maternal patterns Her Moon glow & Ocean waves,
when the Masculine ways of these industrialized uncivilized cities,
become too much you get sick of these politics & feel like a slave,
& you want to get nothing more,
than to get away,

She will be there,

to welcome You with Her soft all accepting non dogma embrace,
She will provide that sanctuary you seek in those times of need,
& She will ask for nothing in return except some respect for her ways,

I pray,

one day,
we stop these abuses we do to Her daily,
we will clean up after our ourselves take care of this mess,
have some respect & tread lightly,

I pray,
one day,
we will love our Mother,
& fnally learn how to behave,

& instead of treating Her like a whore,

we will treat Her like She's always treated us which is well,

see our Mother gives us all we ask need & ask for,
& all She asks for in return is that we treat Her well,
She gives us the food we eat the water we drink & the air we breathe,
& all She needs is for us to respect Her & also respect ourselves...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Mount Popa [22]

Where does wisdom come from,

what makes one a wise father while another stays a dumb son,
& how can we spiritually progress,
if all we care about is having an excess of fun funds,

I mean how will we fnd the answers,

to the important questions that have for so long been philosophized,
when the biggest question in this Modern Society of Convenience,
is do you want your Meal Deal Regular or Super Sized,

it's obscene how Commercial Conveniences have become the norm,

it's interesting how broken corporate slogans have replaced tribal poems,
the truth is most of the youth's view of the world is from a myopic lens,
seen from within the eye of a self entitled child dismissively smokin' potions,
slightly annoyed & devoid of devotion while mimic singing a hopeless opus,

repeating a chorus that's devoid of meaning so of course they don't notice,

that their course is hopeless foatin' in an ocean of overloaded emo emotions,

& I'm not here to be insulting,

I mean that used to be me there in that ocean believe me I swear,
with my face buried in my iPhone surrounded by souls who all felt alone,
more comfortable with those that I did not know than those that cared,

I'd just hide in plain sight in the hopes that they wouldn't see me,
I guess that's what it meant to be an anti-socialite that was socially awkward,
thinking that the world had nothing to ofer me & I had nothing to ofer,
but believe me there's a whole world out there just waiting to be explored.

See the day I realized I wanted to be free,

was the day I realized I could be anything,
& that day came as soon as I stepped outside of myself,
& decided to embrace life & all it's happenings,

when will we become,

the utopia that we can be,
& when will we fnally be fulflled enough,
to fall in love with this Mystery & let these questions fnally cease,
 & are these questions,
Love Letters or Prayer Notes,
because they are written to the world & those in it that I love,
but they're also written to God in Hope so I guess they're both,

as the Sun sets from atop this monastery on Mt. Popa in Burma,
allow me to remind you to love your momma,
love her like the Sun & loves the Moon,
or the Sky loves the Earth & don't ever stop no periods or commas,

like the Moon around the Earth,

or the Earth around the Sun,
see just when you think you've fnally reached enlightenment,
well that my friend is when you've only just begun,

like the last night as a new visitor in an old town,

refecting on your time before moving on,
we live & we die as surely as the sun will set & then rise,
& the only thing that'll remain will be the energy from where wisdom comes,

& it’s my last night in Burma,

tomorrow I fy to Malaysia,
been around the world but still have many questions,
but we've both gotta go now so I guess that’s a conversation for later,

for now I just want to sit,

atop this monastery resting my eyes & body as the Sun sets,
eternally grateful for the moments of peace I fnd like these,
thankful with gratitude that in this profane world I stay blessed,

& thankful to be in such a hectic world & still fnd this moment of rest…

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Mrs. Mysterious Enigma [23]

Mrs. Mysterious Enigma,

pulls me closer,
into The absorptive orbit of Her planet,
must admit I can't escape the radio waves She emits over & over,

as our atmospheres bring each of our worlds more near,

She has me engrossed & exposed so much so that I lose all composure,
like a star & an astroid of course we are on a collision course,
but fear is no match for Her allure so instead of fee I come closer,

see we're passionately irrational magnets or better yet gravitational planets,

so the closer we get the stronger the attraction is for sure,

She’s the Open Closed Opening closer,

She's the Closed Open Closing Opener,
& all I want in all the universe,
is Her,

here,
now,

all here,
all now,
every moment accumulated into this moment,
we're all here with all of everything right now,

when left right here with such a blessed beauty,

forget the quest to fnd out how,
just be grateful you're blessed as everything that ever came before this,
is totally ignored 'cause all that matters is Her now,

it matter not how when where why or what,

all that matters is this priceless infnite moment of ecstatic bliss that is us,
this present presence of us knows no no's at all only knows a blessed yes,
a blessed yes that is an Indivisible One with the love we manifest,
a moment of blessed bliss so sublime we fnd it reminds us that we exist,
& it makes all the previous pains from past names vanish,
as everything turns to black except the Light we emit which is only yes,
 as this God connects with respect in the present to bless this Goddess,

Goddess,

I am all yours & more as The Doors of Perception are pushed open,
& as our arms hearts minds & souls open to the Great Spirit's motions,
we let us let us let the Divine within & without us deliver us to Samadhi,

as the Guarded walls of stone wrapped around our Hearts are blown open,

provoking,
our True Selves to delve deeper still,
opening,
as we move move closer still,

closer,
closer,

open Her,

as She opens Me,

electric lips kiss which gives us the gift of lifting us to Karmic Transcendence,
which fnally makes the cycle complete it took lifetimes for us to again meet,
& now we have & now we are both united as well as independent,

Liberated by our Creator from our worthwhile earth styled endeavors,

as we become two sides of The One an enigma of our own,
we transform all that is shown into a Mandorla which becomes an Aureole,
& we fnally see after many lifetimes complete that we are fnally home,

as the entire universe is forever altered by the ripples in the water,

when Mrs. Mysterious Enigma & Mr Mysterious Enigma fnally meet...

Mrs. Mysterious Enigma meet Mr. Mysterious Enigma,

congratulations you've liberated each other from The Human Dilemma,

see She & I are both misunderstood meteors we are both Sun & Moon,
orbiting our own earths & resting in our own cocoons,
we are Desert & we are Monsoon,
we are Whale & we are Harpoon,
 we are meteors,
as we soar across the sky,
burning up in a brilliance,
of the most beautiful kind,

to the heights of the Gods,

we explore each other Goddess & God,
God this all seems strangely familiar,
at the same time fairly odd,

& honestly it all seems hard to believe,

but it's the truth where you believe it or not,

Mrs. Mysterious Enigma,

pulls me closer,
into The absorptive orbit of Her planet,
must admit I can't escape the radio waves She emits over & over,

as our atmospheres bring each of our worlds more near,

She has me engrossed & exposed so much so that I lose all composure,
like a star & an astroid of course we are on a collision course,
but fear is no match for Her allure so instead of fee I come closer,

see we're passionately irrational magnets or better yet gravitational planets,

so the closer we get the stronger the attraction is for sure,

She’s the Open Closed Opening closer,

She's the Closed Open Closing Opener,
& all I want in all the universe,
is Her,

for sure there's only yes,

& Goddess I'm honest,
when I say I am all yours,
& more...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Mumok Museum [24]

What am I doing in Vienna,

staring at cold sterile pop art as the whole entire world we're on burns,
in a city I never wanted to go to,
doing things that never really seemed that inspiring,

& it's not that I have an antipathetic attitude towards these pathetic fools,
in fact it's actually just the opposite of that because I'm an actual optimist,
which is why I don't feel inspired by bored cyborgs their wires or their tools,
& precisely why I'd rather gather fowers than be an actor for their power,

see I fnd more inspiration in a single leaf on a single tree by a river bank,
than from all the colors & lines contained within the walls of this museum,
which is why when I'm asked all the time what kind of poetry I read,
I reply I don't even read poetry see I don't fnd it in books I fnd it in seasons,

It's the same reason I don't need to go to church to pray,

because I don't need my messages from God to be translated by a human,

anyways where am I at & what am I doing?

Oh yeah Im at a museum in Vienna wondering where the inspirations gone,

& why everything seems so excruciatingly tiring,
see it seems we’re on the verge of a collective mental breakdown,
at the same time like we're on the precipice of a collective enlightening,

either way the system’s short circuiting & could do with some rewiring.

Why does every rags to riches story I know of those that've made it,
end in an overpriced designer outft at home bored all alone & jaded?

Why is Consumerism followed like a religion,

I mean we're all made of the same DNA strands regardless of name brands,
I mean everything is just carbon hydrogen & oxygen anyways,
which may explain why materialism is immanent in every independent man,

while an apocalypse seems undeniably immanent &,

we dwell in the highest heights ever built still we don't totally understand,
 we don’t worship Jesus we worship Visa,
putting good credit ahead of good morals,
don’t praise Muhammed in a daze we say our grace in front of TV Dramas,
no Buddha dreams just computers screens no real friends just PayPals,

& maybe that’s why it's easier to be blind than to see,

maybe that’s why we hide in museums behind Valentino sunglasses,
because we'd rather have expense tastes than be free,
but when you’re behind any type of four walls you’re trapped in,
whether on a Penthouse terrace with Paris in Paris,
or doing hard-time for white collar crimes with Madof in a Federal pen,
either way we’re victims of our own additions trying to buy more time,
but running out of credit as banks are collapsing & the recession is relapsing,

so why even buy things when we know not so secretly,

that only Love will set us free from these retro restrictions & their trappings,

see,

the best things in life still are still free,

& yeah liberation is expensive & self renovations are extensive,
but freedom is priceless so live a life that's righteous,
seems that the Love Pyramid is the only pyramid that’s not a Ponzi scheme,

because we are all equal even if we’re not all treated equally,
that’s why some have no clothes while others wear designer denim jeans,
but these Diesels're too tight on my thighs this macabre carnival has no prize,
& I can do anything I want with my life but all I really want to do is breathe,

breathe,

breathe because this lifestyle is expensive,

but freedom is priceless,
even though they'll try to capitalize of of anything,
so they market it & try to price it,

I just,
want to fnd a place to relax & release,
& be free of all of this,
fnd true love & say “Fck of to the politicians & all their politics!”,
 fck their programs fck their projects,
fck their ugly agendas dressed in artifcially splendid splendor,
fck their quotas & their motives for treating human beings as objects,
fck their pre-programed consumerist culture of conmen capitalists,

fck there putting machines over human beings,

just to increase the place where their proft sits,
& I say all of this regardless of who it ofends because I'm not an Apologist,
I'm more of a Lyrical Pharmacist,
who serves indiscriminate prescriptions in the form of transcriptions,
in order to assist in the additions that come from positive developments,
which will occur for sure once we switch the position we currently sit in,
& restore Divine Order once more in the name of Humankind's betterment,

in the game of life I play,

they know I'm so ofcial that I don't even need a Letterman,

I just,
don’t know what else to say,
I don’t know why I’m at this museum in Vienna,
hiding away on the top foor writing this to you on a Sunday,

on the 5th foor got it all but I just want to give more,
I just want to gift these words then make my escape,
don't you get it I don't want to get more sh!t,
if anything I just want to fnd a way to give more of what I have away,

just want to be alone,

but also want these words to be known so the truth can be shown,
but where do you go when you’re tired totally over it all,
& all you want to do is rest & write these poems,
but even with all you have you still don't know where to go,
because even with all these things you still don't have a home...

Hello,
could you please pick up the phone,
I’m calling because I still love you,
& I want to come back to you even though I know I’m already gone,

currently on the top foor of the Mumok museum in Vienna,

the foor is the 5th to be exact,
 & yeah it’s true that I don’t know where I’m going,
but what I do know is I don’t think I’m ever coming back,

online & of track,

writing more words with more rhymes,
than any other living writer in contemporary times,
& no I'm not lying 'cause I'd never lie to you & yes those are both actual facts,

& yeah that’s a fact & yeah you can Google that,
but I’m going to follow that fact with a question,
before I forget to mention,
let me just ask you what I'm doing here in Vienna?

What am I doing in Vienna,

staring at cold sterile pop art as the whole entire world we're on burns,
in a city I never wanted to go to,
doing things that never really seemed that inspiring,

& it's not that I have an antipathetic attitude towards these pathetic fools,
in fact it's actually just the opposite of that because I'm an actual optimist,
which is why I don't feel inspired by bored cyborgs their wires or their tools,
& precisely why I'd rather gather fowers than be an actor for their power,

see I fnd more inspiration in a single leaf on a single tree by a river bank,
than from all the colors & lines contained within the walls of this museum,
which is why when I'm asked all the time what kind of poetry I read,
I reply I don't even read poetry see I don't fnd it in books I fnd it in seasons,

It's the same reason I don't need to go to church to pray,

because I don't need my messages from God to be translated by a human,

anyways where am I at & what am I doing?

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 My God [25]

My God,
feels like I made a deal with the Devil,
said oh well threw in the towel,
& conformed to the norms & quit being a spiritual,
like I sold out for material possessions & creature comforts,
like I wanted to save the world but got an ofer or rather a deal & settled,
& the deal was I get all that this physical world has to ofer,
& in exchange for all that all I had to do was promise not to rebel,

& so far it seems to have worked out well,

I mean my God,
I've got the best of everything on earth that can be physically possessed,
getting massaged,
in a bungalow by a Beautiful at a resort that my friend owns in a rainforest,

I guess the Devil’s deal,

isn’t necessarily a bad thing or at least doesn't appear to be,
I mean as long as I don’t have to sell my soul which I didn't,
& all I have to do is play my part on the stage of life that we're all acting in,

or maybe the Devil doesn't even exist,

I mean isn't that what they say was his greatest trick,
maybe this whole thing is just a computer program,
maybe the whole idea of God & Devil was programmed by some scientist,

maybe we're actually part of a program in a world,

that exist in the time that is post apocalypse,

maybe this is the Matrix,

maybe He programmed the whole thing,
which I guess would explain,
why I woke up the other day & saw Laurence Fishburne at the hot springs,

no Neo though because this show is real old,

getting bored of the sensory overload wondering where’s the remote,
well I don’t know plus I feel like something's coming over me from below,
like I’m the star of the show they’re watching & I’m being remote controlled,
 which I guess would explain a few things,
not the least of which is the feel of this feeling,
that I’m one of the Chosen Ones in The Land of the Frozen Sun,
not God’s only son but when it comes to these words I’m the only one,

which is why I get lonely some,

& maybe why I feel like the guy in the Matrix,
seeing the Devil in the details,
but knowing there's no way in Hell that I'll admit it,
I swear to God that I won’t swear at all,
or tell a lie or even testify at least not in any afdavits,
so instead I’m laying low getting high,
in a bungalow in a in a rainforest handling business,

& it all feels so great I must say,

“Can I get a witness?”,

even though there's no need see because only God knows,

& God is my only witness.

My God,
feels like I made a deal with the Devil,
said oh well threw in the towel,
& conformed to the norms & quit being a spiritual,
like I sold out for material possessions & creature comforts,
like I wanted to save the world but got an ofer or rather a deal & settled,
& the deal was I get all that this physical world has to ofer,
& in exchange for all that all I had to do was promise not to rebel,

& so far it seems to have worked out well,

I mean my God,
I've got the best of everything on earth that can be physically possessed,
getting massaged,
in a bungalow by a Beautiful at a resort that my friend owns in a rainforest...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Mystery Called Life (In A Place Called Lamayuru) [26]

Life is not something you can plan,

They say if you want to make God laugh make a plan,
but then again They say a lot of things,
I mean who are They anyways?

Who are They,

who were we,
where are we,
& what does any of it matter anyways?

Nobody truly knows,

we all just make our best guesses & move forward,
& anyone that says they know,
defnitely doesn’t you can be sure of this,

a wise man,
will be the frst to admit ignorance,
because the only way to learn about something,
is to accept that you don’t know much about it,

an ignorant man,
will be the frst to claim he’s wise,
because those with true wisdom have nothing to prove,
only a fool opens his mouth & brags randomly,

look,

it's not how much you make that defnes your wealth,
it's more about how much you give away,
so no I don't care what kind of car you drive,
I want to know what drives your reasons for being alive,

I don’t care what kind of clothes you’re wearing,

I want to know if you wear your heart on your sleeve,
because it’s not what your outside is made of that counts,
it’s what’s on the inside that really defnes the character of your being,

so no I don’t want too see your new sun glasses,

 I want to see your eyes that you hide behind,
I don’t want to see your new whatever actually,
I want to see your old Soul I want to know why you’re alive.

I want to know if you're living to live or if you're just living to die.

I learned something tonight,

in a village called Lamayuru,
while making roti with a Ladakhi family,
drinking tea with fresh leaves from their garden,
as I gazed at this family’s heirloom silverware,
I learned or rather realized,
that homes in the West may be big & pretty outside,
but they are usually empty inside,

what a nightmare this Gold Plated American Dream is...

I turned to my beautiful Indian friend,

& asked her to translate,
I looked at the man of the house,
& here to him through her is what I said,

“In the West,

we have houses,
that are big & beautiful on the outside,
but hold so little of value on the inside,
while here,
you have homes,
that are small & simple on the outside,
but hold so much of value on the inside.”,

after the translation,

the man smiled & spoke,
“Yes, everything in our entire home are family heirlooms.”,
he said as he waived at the antiques in the home,

it was then I learned,

or rather realized,
one more thing,
which I asked my beautiful friend to translate,
 “I have zero personal family heirlooms,
which is why I collect other family’s heirlooms,
from all over the world,
so that I can display them all one day soon,
in a museum I’m opening in New Zealand,
to share our collective humanity’s global family heirlooms,
with the World’s ofspring,
of those that have been & have yet to be born.”,

the man nodded again,

& for the frst time,
in a long time,
this Mystery called Life, this Human Dilemma,
fnally made sense,

I’d received an ancient stone from him,

one that changes color with the phases of the moon,
it’d come from a monk’s family generations ago,
& had now become my cherished heirloom.

How can you plan this,

Madagascar two weeks ago today India tomorrow Dubai,
Los Angeles City of Angels the very next day,,
I’m a wandering monk but instead of walking I fy,

which I suppose is why,

life is not something you can plan,

They say if you want to make God laugh make a plan,
but then again They say a lot of things,
I mean who are They anyways?

Who are They,

who were we,
where are we,
& what does any of it matter anyways?

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 N/A [27]

Not to be too cliche,

but it feels like nothing matters,
people come then they go away,
as if everything is just a collection of sporadic patterns,

what has happened,

to our Empire,
when did things get so dirty,
when did you get so depressed,

how is it possible that we can have every material possession,

that Modern Man could possibly care to possess,
& still not be satisfed or gratifed it's just not right,
I mean what else is there left to posses?

Plus everyone's stressed & everyone's perverted,

& I don’t mean that in a sexual way,
I mean it's as if we’re all speeding out of control without any direction,
like a car with one head light out careening down the freeway,

no steering wheel can't chill nothing's free everything’s for sale,

can buy things we don't need without even getting the things we do need,
highly unmotivated & frustrated at the current condition of our conditioning,
the high interest on loans used to invest has me sidetracked & backtracking,

while the high cost,

of a focus on bogus meaningless material things,
has got my interest on interesting things lost,
& my thoughts no longer seem to have any applicable meaning,

N/A,
not applicable,
don’t ask me I don’t know,
just act casual in this worldwide capitol of capital,

we’re barely here,

some of us so ethereal we only appear as residue,
lost all desires except the desire for something real,
& the only thing real is Real Love so no I don’t want Fake Love I want actual,

because life is too real for fake friends,

& too short for long stories,
so I’m here for a good time not a long time,
& the present moment is the only instant that exists so what’s the hurry,

I mean it seems many people are in such a rush,

to get to anywhere but where they are,
that they miss the love that’s right in front of them,
at this very moment in time where they are,
see life passes by so fast faster than we realize,
so fast in fact that most souls don’t take the time to live before they die,
which is a shame since usually the one that loves you the most,
is the one that's already by your side,

& since we’re on the subject,

I should let you know that when it comes to love there’s no budget,
I mean how much would you be willing to pay,
for something that’s as priceless & timeless as love is,

forget it,
I'm getting frustrated need to change the subject,
because a girl just had her way with me,
& even though she left it feels like she’s not done yet,

so I’ll subject,
myself willingly to her everything,
because it’s an honor to be in service & be present,
for her with the best of intentions honestly,

& honestly,
I want to be a good man & one that's well behaved,
but she leaves me balled in a such a bunch that I fall back on a crutch,
because at the end of the day I’m not sure anything matters anyways,

not to be too cliche,

but it feels like nothing matters,
people come then they go away,
as if everything is just a collection of sporadic patterns...
∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Never Ever Land [28]

Out in Never Never Land,

the clever clans often have the upper hand,
all call all call to all those that still stand,
come one come all .com all in command,
on one as we exit light to enter night,
take my hand we are of to Never Never land,

so damned,
so blessed,

no scams,
no tests,

no plan,
no stress,

only real life lived live,

in the fesh all yes.

Where were we,

of in Never Never Land,
what use are grasping these words,
if they just fall out from our hands,
time keeps on slippin' into the future,
still sippin’ on some blessings,
because that's what we're used to,
acting sacrilegious with attractive fgures that have fanatic fans,

this is an all call to call all within these Holy Lands,

stand,

up,

up,

stand,
 an upstanding citizen,
am educated Edison,
lights on light of,
everything in once again,

send,
messages of everything,
no war all peace with oferings,
honestly,
not all are expected to understand,
there’s a message in the music there's quotes in the proses,
if you listen you can hear them,
we’re it to win it all all in at 100%,

100%.
when in,
Never Never Land,
old school to new school,
New York to New Zealand,
we're in,
Never Never Land,
Always &,
Again & Again & Again,

acceptance,
denial,
domestic,
& wild,
messages,
cycles,
deaths,
revivals,
spirals,
ascension,
success,
& survival,

tribal,
in present essence with,
the blessed gifts,
of an education Bright Light like those of Edison's over educated kids,
 a student of an electric education in how to Love life & up lift it,

& if,
your looking for an eloquent edict edited with proper etiquette well here it is,

lift,
up,
stand,
up,
give love,
don’t give up,
keep your head high,
& your chin up,

Out in Never Never Land,

the clever clans often have the upper hand,
all call all call to all those that still stand,
come one come all .com all in command,
on one as we exit light to enter night,
take my hand we are of to Never Never land,

so damned,
so blessed,

no scams,
no tests,

no plan,
no stress,

only real life lived live,

in the fesh all yes...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Never Wait [29]

Hidden messages within prophetic verses served with a purpose,

so encrypted I don’t even get it all after all I'm only the Vessel,
see we don’t always totally see what we make,
sometimes we create at such a fast pace in our blindspot stay the real jewels,

staying busy,
trying desperately to turn alien nightmares into human dreams,
& remember,
objects in the rear view mirror are still closer than they seem,

still trying to get out these dreams before I run out of steam,

still trying to get my mind right,

at least what’s left of it,
my money’s straight can't debate my currency,
but currently my morals are sufering in a defcit,

only focused,
when the pressure's on & time's right,
& even the Scales of Time aren’t balanced at all,
I still never wait because I'm on a schedule & my schedule’s tight,

never scared never hate,

never fear never wait,
for he who hesitates is lost yet patience is a virtue,
so choose your own adventure like you choose your own side of a debate,

mixing heavy metals madly like an alchemist in his laboratory,

fying through the sky with a heavy mind but not at all a feather weight,
readying a remedy that will make allies of all these enemies,
because we're ready for world peace already that's not even up for debate,

wait,
no don't wait,
wait for nothing,
make for everything,
we’re all misunderstood,
so why even try to understand things,
 still I wrote these lines in hopes that they'll pay them some mind &,
in turn show some kind of kind compassionate compassion & understanding,

handing,
them all food for thought with enough to go around,
but what do you do when they act rude & bite the hand that feeds them,
start to fght over the food then spill all you brought for them on the ground,
see it's called irrationality because it doesn't need a rational reason,
in the 3rd Dimension there's no time for 2nd guesses or 2nd thoughts,
no time to try & fnd a logical reason behind,
why illogical people do illogical things some people are just lost,

but I guess in a way I'm lost too,

a lost prophet that's caught up in the nonsense of all that these Heathens do,
though I guess that's just the nature of The Beast,
or rather The Unseen Order of things,
everything's a paradox like being timeless but still battling the clock,
like feeling caught up in between being half Buddha & half Beast,

The Never Ending Fairy Tale of Buddha & The Beast,

No Walt Disney though,

nor anyone's fault in particular so no one's impeached,
still I'd at least like to get all these words out to try & stop the wars,
before my body fnally leaves me & goes to rest in peace,
even though I'm going to be cremated no buried in order to insure,
that when I'm done being trapped here my soul will fnally be released,

& all that will be left will be these hidden messages that you read,

hidden messages within prophetic verses served with a purpose,

so encrypted I don’t even get it all after all I'm only the Vessel,
see we don’t always totally see what we make,
sometimes we create at such a fast pace in our blindspot stay the real jewels,

staying busy,
trying desperately to turn alien nightmares into human dreams,
& remember,
objects in the rear view mirror are still closer than they seem...
∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 New York Story (Rags To Riches) [30]

We used to sew garments in 6th foor apartments,

not in Staten but in Manhattan,
now we’re enormous the whole world’s our target market,
& it’s a racket the way we made it happen,

used to be slaves in chains under the foor boards of ships,

now we're at the top of the game as the captains of factors that matter,
& the masters of most of these patterns that happen,
gangsters with passwords & commanders that write chapters of lessons,

the world is at our service even though we're not certain we deserve it,
still we serve these verses as casual as if there were no sure purpose,
as if we're at The World Cup it’s 40 Love & we're servin’ it up like Serena,
fresh as a hot cup of Columbian cofee or fsh & urchins from sea merchants,

with hands so soiled from green dollars & black oil,

that you can't get them clean no matter how strong the detergent,

& that's why you get this even if you don’t deserve this,
because these verses both hurt like curses & heal like sermons,

it’s like magic the fact that we managed to make it to the highest tax bracket,
but it's also a racket because we did dodge some taxes so serve it it's 40 Love,
said 40 Love twice ‘cause I’m not sure if you got it the 1st time,
& to remind you all the line you fnd in these rhymes are double entendres,

used to be farmers,
now we eat the fruits of our labors,
from the trees that were grown from the seeds that were sown,
we reap without patience making room to consume the harvests we savor,

in the in crowd now & the public eye,

so we try to watch our behavior,
but it's tough when we came from the dirt & have to fght the urge to shine,
which might explain the reason why everyone acts out like out-patients,

here in Manhattan,
where that same apartment we used to sew garments in,
 goes on the public market,
with a starting price of several million,

& all those garments we used to make,

get outsourced to Bangladesh,
or one of those other 3rd World Countries,
that allows us to stay liberated while insuring they stay oppressed,

our markets are fooded with the merchandise made from their sweat,
meanwhile they're just fooded with toxic water that makes them sick,
& we want to help them clean up but only if it’s not too much of a bother,
because we seem to have forgot what it cost for us ourselves to make it,

my father’s father,
was an immigrant,
it’s ironic that he arrived in New York with no clothes,
got his start sewing garments & now has a robe with his name on it,

we used to sew garments in 6th foor apartments,

not in Staten but in Manhattan,
now we’re enormous the whole world’s our target market,
& it’s a racket the way we made it happen,

used to be slaves in chains under the foor boards of ships,

now we're at the top of the game as the captains of factors that matter,
& the masters of most of these patterns that happen,
gangsters with passwords & commanders that write chapters of lessons...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Next Destination [31]

Honestly not sure,

if anybody can have total freedom,
while in the body we are currently caught in,
can't go back to past acts & reverse bad facts can only go forth on fast tracks,

but as much freedom as one can have that's how much I have,
buy all my plane tickets one way living life today because we all go some day,
not to boast it's just I don’t know what coast I’ll be on next week,
making a living by writing the blessings I guess in a sense I wrote a way,

so now I spend my time & spend my days,

constantly adding to this which is our Collective Emotional Anthology,

instability is a small price to pay for liberation,

total freedom is a small price to pay for some lonely feelings,
somewhat unsustainable on the rainy road riding to the next destination,
just one question what’s today’s destination going to be?

Never mind please don't say because some things are better left a mystery.

Burning fossil fuels,

can’t really call myself an Environmentalist,
because actions speak louder than words,
& though I’ve written a lot about saving the world I haven’t done a thing,

I mean,
I've given to various charities,
but the conundrum is the more I give,
the more I see how much more needs to be done,

& in comparison to the Big Picture & I haven't done a thing,

at least not to help the environment or the humans that dwell in it,

a hypocritical hippy ,
like Hippocrates under The Tree of Science,
but instead of a Plain Tree on an island in Greece,
I’m on a plane the sun is the tree & poetry is my science,
 so I'm more a funky Aristotle clutching an absinthe bottle,
philosophizing with the aristocrats at The Platonic Academy in 343 BC,
than I am a shy Hippocrates,
spending his days as disturbed hermit whittling away under a tree,

no alliance,
solo & so high at the same time conficted except without violence,
here have some thoughts from my mind to yours,
you can have mine because I don’t need my mind anymore,

I don’t mind,
so I pay no mind but still pay it forward,
forward upward onward we’re on one,
I ride proud with my vibe out I'm too loud to be ignored quick,

make my statements then I'm gone,

on a whim out on a limb with other Explorers,

going overboard disobeying orders by mortal men to serve a higher purpose,
which is okay anyways because we know the way of these wavy waters,
plus we swim good like Frank Ocean or an important porpoise,

vibe so pure you,

could bottle it & import it,
cut it a few times put it in a few lines,
& most folks still will snort it,

told you before it's,

intuitive music mixed with just the right melody,
see the irony is we make the pain feel good,
like a Shakespearean play or a Comedic Greek Tragedy,

so much love we even fnd a way to help the Haters not feel so lonely,

because usually Haters are just hating,

because they’re trapped in the Matrix pacing while inside panicking,
& once we slow down to show them a bit of freedom,
they usually start calming down stop hating & start congratulating,

anyways where were we at & what was the point I was supposedly making?
 Oh yeah I remember now,
Honestly not sure,
if anybody can have total freedom,
while in the body we are currently caught in,
can't go back to past acts & reverse bad facts can only go forth on fast tracks,

but as much freedom as one can have that's how much I have,
buy all my plane tickets one way living life today because we all go some day,
not to boast it's just I don’t know what coast I’ll be on next week,
making a living by writing the blessings I guess in a sense I wrote a way,

so now I spend my time & spend my days,

constantly adding to this which is our Collective Emotional Anthology,

instability is a small price to pay for liberation,

total freedom is a small price to pay for some lonely feelings,
somewhat unsustainable on the rainy road riding to the next destination,
just one question what’s today’s destination going to be?

Next stop Lisbon,

earlier today Barcelona Olympic Stadium,
on stage with Beyonce & Jay Z,
last week in Budapest in a thermal bath with a beautiful babe,

no rest for the wicked let’s kick it if you're with it,

if you’ve got the time I’ll get the tickets,

wicked,
in the best possible way,
not good not bad,
not mediocre not okay,

always on all the way all day,

it's all as simple or complicated as you make it,

it's all simply absolute brilliant magnifcence,
not malefcent as the plane descends I'm about to touch down in Lisbon,
there’s a guy that wants to see me there,
there’s girls that want to see me there,
both for very diferent reasons the common link being love,
 in this metallic dove,
descending upon this most western Western European city,
to see what’s to be seen here where mostly they’ll be seeing me,
see I am the epitome of the embodiment of what one would call free,

even though honestly not sure,

if anybody can have total freedom,
while in the body we are currently caught in,
can't go back to past acts & reverse bad facts can only go forth on fast tracks,

but as much freedom as one can have that's how much I have,
buy all my plane tickets one way living life today because we all go some day,
not to boast it's just I don’t know what coast I’ll be on next week,
making a living by writing the blessings I guess in a sense I wrote a way,

so now I spend my time & spend my days,

constantly adding to this which is our Collective Emotional Anthology,

instability is a small price to pay for liberation,

total freedom is a small price to pay for some lonely feelings,
somewhat unsustainable on the rainy road riding to the next destination,
just one question what’s today’s destination going to be?

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
 Nice Wins & White Walls [32]

What’s up with all these white walls,

& why do they follow me wherever I go,
at the house at the gym at the yoga & at the music studio,
may be cause I maxed out on the fast route & now I'm good as gold,

not even considerin' quittin',

sittin' in a position that's optimal,

trying to withhold from throwing stones,

even though I'm totally soberly stoned,
because you're not supposed to throw stones,
in a glass home or so I've been told,

anyways what’s up with this feeling,

that the bigger the house the lonelier the heart,
& the bigger the city the lonelier we feel when we go out,
& the more we try to hold it all together the more it all falls apart,

I guess that's just cause just when you think you’ve reached the fnish line,
is when you fnally fnd that actually the end is ofcially the start,

& you get me so much I swear you're reading my mind telepathically,

like literally reading my mind because you're reading my art,
my art is poetry & that's why I write it all all the time mostly when lonely,
like I usually am because like I said the bigger the house the lonelier the heart,

because the bigger the walls are,

the more I feel boxed in,
& I become trapped,
in the four walls I fnd myself lost in,

got in,
around age 10,
now everyone wants a piece,
of what He's reaped from the pen,

Nice Win,
that’s what I should call this one,
 would give you a prologue but if you’re reading this,
then you already know me & I don’t need to give an introduction,

no other words needed,

except “Congratulations nice win!”,
“Now what prize would you like,” asks the Host,
“as a complimentary consolation?”,

“Well Sir.”,
I replied,
“that’s tough to decide,
when you’re high as a star in the perfect position of a good constellation.”,

& since we’re on the subject of constellations,

what would you call ours,
maybe Big Tripper because Big Dipper’s taken,
I wonder if we could make love & have a Mars,

a Mars as in another planet,

not similar but similar enough to understand this & get along,
& speaking of getting along I forgot what subject we were on,
so now I’m Self Editing probably sulkin' like Macaulay Culkin Home Alone,

but don’t trespass,

because I’ve got booby traps,
if you’re not on the Guest List,
then please don’t pass not even if you've got big booby bags,

because only thing beyond here,

is white walls that’re real tall,
which gives a feeling of total freedom,
with all windows & no bars,

no bars except these of course,

didn’t mean that last verse as a dis,
to every Bubble Gum Mumble Rapper,
& especially not to whoever’s at the top of the Pop Charts List,

not trying to be negative anyways it is what it is,

but what is this it that it is,

 & is it more of an it or is it more of a this,
this as in it & it as in this,
this Life this Waking Dream this moment in time we are all currently in,

free fallin',
I hear the Devil callin',
God too but I'm not ready to move,
so I'm still in my body ready to party still in the feld ballin',

don’t call the enemy Hate,

call the enemy The Darkness of Ignorance,
which is ironic to say the least because they say,
The Illuminati is actually the one that constantly ofends,

in this Living a Fairy Tale Day Dream,

in this Story That Never Ends,
with white clouds & white walls,
we spend good times on Cloud 9 with good friends,

& speaking of white walls what’s up with all these white walls,
& why do they follow me wherever I go,
at the house at the gym at the yoga & at the music studio,
may be cause I maxed out on the fast route & now I'm good as gold,

not even considerin' quittin',

sittin' in a position that's optimal,

trying to withhold from throwing stones,

even though I'm totally soberly stoned,
because you're not supposed to throw stones,
in a glass home or so I've been told,

anyways what’s up with this feeling,

that the bigger the house the lonelier the heart,
& the bigger the city the lonelier we feel when we go out,
& the more we try to hold it all together the more it all falls apart,

I guess that's just cause just when you think you’ve reached the fnish line,
is when you fnally fnd that actually the end is ofcially the start...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Night Watchman [33]

There’s a security guard on the dock,

at the resort where I currently stay,
late at night I arose from where I had laid & out to visit him I walked,
after the gifted girl in my bed drifted of to Dreamland asleep where she lay,

on those worn wood dock foorboards worn from years of salty sea air,
I left the shore & walked out to meet the man that kept watch every night,
when I reached him I greeted him,
& then we commenced to speak about life,

see I don't read poetry in books,

because to me poetry exists in every human being,
so I asked that man to tell me his story,
'cause when one speaks from their soul they're a poem & I can read them,
& as they're speaking I am reading which to me is the most beautiful poetry,
the most genuine prose that one can fnd in the world I suppose,

so anyways we spoke,
we spoke about life & he told me many stories,
he said had 13 kids & 1 wife,
& of the 13 kids 4 were dead already,
he said he used to be a big time drug dealer,
& that he met his only wife when he was 13,
& that they'd gotten married & started having babies,
how ironic the number of kids they’d have is 13,

it’s interesting honestly,

how everyone’s got a story,
how everyone can reminisce as they tell,
of their days of past glory,
even this night watchman,
on this dock that extended out into the Caribbean Sea,
on this island or rather caye of the eastern coast,
of this ex-Mayan, ex-Pirate, ex-British colony currently known as Belize,

makes me wonder in a way,

how come more of us don’t talk to each other,
given that we're all livin' on this earth together & share the same fate,
 because it’s the same land that you & I & all of us walk on together,

so let’s get together more,

let’s share more stories & spend more time,
like I did with that night watchman just an hour ago,
because we were & are both the most awake after bedtime,

see some of us rise as the sun sets & shine bright when it's dark,

on that dock as it rocked with our thoughts feeling wavy & lost,
on that water with those waves on those rocks on the rocks,
makes me wonder why I have so much while others do not,
makes me wonder why some have nothing while I have a lot,

makes me so grateful to have such a plateful,

makes me so thankful that my cup's full to the brim & runneth over the top,
with drinks that're cold & food that is hot,
just happy I made it in this sad world to the right side of The Paradox,
not sure why so many have so little,
while some have so much I mean seriously a freakin lot,
but I suppose some things are better left a mystery,
so I don't ask too many questions I just play my part in this play's plot,

still even with the gaps between me & most of the people I meet,
I can often fnd common ground once we get past common talk,
& the only sound is the color found in the middle of a Mandorla,
made by the shades of grey we create when we get along,

& the only sight is The Light of The Mandala's constant Consciousness,
& there are no more comments left as we open honest to explore this song,

& that's why when I walk out to see that man,

that is as black as that night's backdrop,
everything disappears except the glow of our souls,
& the only thing that moves are the waves as they rap on that dock,

there’s a security guard on the dock,

at the resort where I currently stay,
late at night I arose from where I had laid & out to visit him I walked,
after the gifted girl in my bed drifted of to Dreamland asleep where she lay...
∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 No Assumptions [34]

All questions no answers,

all assumptions no facts,
how can we shed ourselves from ourselves,
in order to rid our selves of our selves,

in other words how can we cleanse enough to let us get out of our shells?

I want to throw up until nothing else comes out,

I want to scream loud until I can no longer shout out,

I’m a lost soul,

in a lost world,
frantically panicking,
beyond hope & beyond control,

in a panic,
heart under attack,
I suggest you get back before I snap,
please I need some room to breathe,

see I see,
that you’re just as bad as me,
a Bad Ass in his own class,
that type that is what the Wannabes wanna be,

wanna see,
for real,
the truth of where we’re at,
well be careful what you wish for,
because you might get exactly that,
all questions no answers,
all assumptions no facts,
damn it get back man just get back,
told you before you don’t know me like that,

though I wish you did,

& I wish we didn’t have to have these walls,

 that we built so high our hearts can now not escape,
seems so sinister how we're prisoners of our own precautions,
& how we have to sleep walk in the bed that we hastily made,
as we administer prescription medicines of our own concoction,
with no doctor feeling trapped in without any options or way to escape,

been hurt so bad so many times,

that doing lines & reciting lines doesn't make me better just keeps me alive,
got a bad habit of grabbing at then adding bad habits,
but whatever to stay focused a White Girl messin’ with that Black Magic,

hocus pocus hocus pocus,

I suppose all our doses are overdoses,
in a rush racing time no time to focus,
& still taking time though to smell the roses,

so I’ll take a dozen to go I suppose,

go ahead & put them in the bag,
I've got a girl with a broken heart waiting for an explanation,
even though she knows it's all questions no answers all assumptions no facts,
at the coat check feeling bad getting my reality checked,
because they've got my bag but I can't get it back since I lost my claim tag,
& I've gotta go I've got a Love waiting for me that I'd like to get back to,
I don't have any time to waste so forget it I don't even want the coat back,

fck that,
I still feel,
& no I'm not numb yet,
so everything still seems real,

& I refuse,
to let anyone else convince me otherwise,
including you,
I still feel even though I’ve been hit in both eyes,

black & blue but on track & in tune I’m back albeit maybe a bit too soon,
so I’m on one haunted gone & howling at the moon asking God why,

with tears in my eyes I ask God why,

“Why are we tortured until we die?”,
then I drop to my knees & wait patiently as I pray to God for God to respond,
& all I hear after waiting a time is silence because from God there's no reply,

so now not only do I not know why we sufer,

but I also do not know if there's a God at all & if there is why He didn't reply,

so now I just have more questions instead of answers,

plus the previous unanswered questions still remain,
so I guess even after all of this I'm right back where I started,
which makes sense given this is Samsara where we have to start again,

back to step one,

until we correct our mistakes,
& we will return to the beginning again & again,
however many times it takes,

can't escape this place,

until we correct the mistakes we made,
& only then will we graduate,
from this earthly place & elevate onto the next phase,

so until that time we are destined to keep asking these questions,

like why do we have all of these questions,

& why can we not get any answers,
& why do we spend more time hating our brothers than loving each other,
& why does anger seem to be spread like a virus or cancer,
& still I ask the questions,
even though God has chose not to answer,

all questions no answers,

all assumptions no facts,
how can we shed ourselves from ourselves,
in order to rid our selves of our selves,

in other words how can we cleanse enough to let us get out of our shells?

All questions no answers,

all assumptions no facts,
still I stay shining burning in brilliant light,
until we & all our memories fnally fade to black…
∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 No Control [35]

No one owns you,

so no no one can control you,
& you act like that’s new new news,
but really that’s just new old news,
I told you,
no one can control you,
so lose the stigmas admit you're an enigma,
& own the fact that you're your own truth,
breathe it all in,
then let it all go,
when there is no more need to be a being,
then there will be no more need to be controlled,
& when we're relieved of the need to be controlled,
then there will no long be any reason for control,

so breath it all in then let it all go,

No one owns you,

so no no one can control you,
& you act like that’s new new news,
but really that’s just new old news,
I told you,
no one can control you,
so lose the stigmas admit you're an enigma,
& own the fact that you're your own truth,
breathe it all in,
then let it all go,
when there is no more need to be a being,
then there will be no more need to be controlled,
& when we're relieved of the need to be controlled,
then there will no long be any reason for control,

so breath it all in then let it all go...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 No God [36]

Sometimes,
I like to pretend,
that there's a God,
or at least someone who has a plan,

so I pray,
with both of my hands,
in the lotus pose I pray forth even though I suppose,
or at least suspect that if there's a God I might not be in His plans,

still I say my Amens,

either in the lotus position or with both knees on the foor,
because I believe in He even without proof & that's why it's called faith,
so I pray for peace because I don’t want anyone to hurt anymore,

& yeah sure,

maybe God is starting to feel like the Devil,
& yeah sure maybe no one is pure,
& yeah sure it seems like I’ve taken my sins to a whole other level,

but believe me without bodily sin you can not repent or redeem a soul,
& I mean that truly sincerely yours,

& oh Lord for sure I’m praying,

but it feels like I’m just praying to a wall,
or a ceiling because I’m thinking,
that when I pray I may be praying to no one at all,

as all the walls start to fall,

as all my preconceived perceptions start to dissolve,
I realize that everything & everyone is God,
& God is all,

God Is All.

& I know I live in a life of sin,

but I swear to God God it’s not all my fault,
no sir not at all this whole world is out of order,
 & I’d love some advice but I don’t even know who to call,

so I call out to God,

& listen for a response but don’t hear a sound,

& still I pray,

with both of my hands,
in the lotus pose I pray forth even though I suppose,
or at least suspect that if there's a God I might not be in His plans,

still I say my Amens,

either in the lotus position or with both knees on the foor,
because I believe in He even without proof & that's why it's called faith,
so I pray for peace because I don’t want anyone to hurt anymore,

& yeah sure,

maybe God is starting to feel like the Devil,
& yeah sure maybe no one is pure,
& yeah sure it seems like I’ve taken my sins to a whole other level,

but believe me without bodily sin you can not repent or redeem a soul,
& I mean that truly sincerely yours,

& oh Lord for sure I’m praying,

but it feels like I’m just praying to a wall,
or a ceiling because I’m thinking,
that when I pray I may be praying to no one at all,

as all the walls start to fall,

as all my preconceived perceptions start to dissolve,
I realize that everything & everyone is God,
& God is all,

God Is All.

That is all.

Amen.

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 No Judgements [37]

Judgements,
judged upon men,
judgements,
cast upon him,
assumptions,
cast a wide net,
haven't we realized yet,
that if he without sin,
shall cast the frst stone,
then obviously,
no stones shall ever be thrown.

We've all sinned so who are you to judge the actions of another mortal man?

Judgements,
judged upon men,
what is sin,
where is that line,
& how does one know,
they’ve crossed it once they've crossed it?

What's the diference between ingenuity & insanity,

between those that have it together & those that have lost it?

Only diference between a Genius & a Mad Man,

is one is more successful than the other in society,
one made a way to express their insanity in the form of productive creativity,
while the other fnds communicating efectively to be an impossibility.

Possibly there is no such thing as sanity,

possibly there's no such thing as individual things,
possibly there's only one & we're all part of The Mandala,
possibly there is nothing at all except everything.

I mean,

What is Good?
 What is Evil?

What are Blessings?

What are Curses?

Where do we defne these fne lines,

& if we do defne these lines where are these lines defned & who can say,
& how can we have divisions within the diferent religions,
when all of everything & everyone is just One with The Divine anyways?

Anyways,
until we make up our minds I'll just continue to write these lines upon lines,
writing lines on lines,
to try & defne the Divine of this present point in time,

I write lines between lines,

so when you read between the lines,
of the lines written with lines you’ll eventually fnd,
that in order to fnd your Self you must frst lose your Mind,

listen in order to feed your Soul you must frst starve your Ego,
you are not who you think you are so just let your idea of your Self go,

let no line no matter how fne or well refned,

come between you your design & your connection with The Divine.

I’m,
attempting to explain the unexplainable line by line,
please have some patience because translating something ancient takes time,
& yes enlightenment is elusive but it is attainable if you just take your time,

it just takes exercising your virtues,

it just takes holding onto your morals,
it just takes letting go of your sins,
it just takes letting go of your judgements,

no need to pinch your penchants,

or itch your itching,
let go of your wants let go of your desires,
let go of your hopes & all of your selfsh wishings,
 there’s an abundance of loveness,
& you’ll get it all if you just start giving,
there's love yes & Love, yes, to be one with the Oneness,
you must confess then forgive your sinning & forget all your misgivings,

along with forgiving all the rest of our Collective's wicked shortcomings,

give up on giving in to their terror of errors,

& instead give love & hugs & start living as a radiant personal public prayer,

one word at a time word for word verse by verse layer after layer,
attempting to explain in measured frames the pain & the pleasure,
the spirals in this psycho cycle of survival commonly known as Samsara,
this alliance of violence & gestures from aggressors that'll continue forever,
until we alleviate the pressure from the oppressors by correcting our karma,
with the power of positive energy which when measured together,
will overcome all oppressors with gestures of open-ended pleasure,
as we become Treasures of Unmeasured Tremors in Splendor,
Senders of Centers of Lovers not tempered by the spectrum of gender,
The Bearers of Stellar Nectar straight from The Creator,
the entire Light Spectrum that comes from us Interstellar Specters,
plus every other thing & soul that’s breathing in this entire epic adventure,

as we embark,
on this endeavor together from then till now till forever,

but just when I start,

to think it’s all going to get better,
& I start to repent & give thanks to The Inventor,
I fnd myself sink back into the lair of Sin & Terror,
that place where we are hastily judged biasly by our errors,
& all our accomplishments are overlooked,
just because of a few miscalculated risks that we mistakingly took,
& all of our merits seem to be in vain & we feel shook like moral crooks,

because it seems we messed up once more are deemed whores,

instantly judged discriminately & forced to repeat the whole cycle again!

Judgements,
judged upon men,
 judgements,
cast upon him,
assumptions,
cast a wide net,
haven't we realized yet,
that if he without sin,
shall cast the frst stone,
then obviously,
no stones shall ever be thrown.

We've all sinned so who are you to judge the actions of another mortal man?

Judgements,
judged upon men,
what is sin,
where is that line,
& how does one know,
they’ve crossed it once they've crossed it?

Judgements,
judged upon men,
what is sin,
where is that line,
& how does one know,
they’ve crossed it once they've crossed it?

What's the diference between ingenuity & insanity,

between those that have it together & those that have lost it?

See,
just when I think I’ve lost it,
I fnd judgement,
in the form of the Self imagined Sins of this Prophet,

sure,
I am not pure,
none of us are,
never will be nor were,

but we’re,
human beings,
 being human,
just as we are & were,

so,
naturally we make some mistakes along the way,
&,
naturally we take each phase case by case stage by stage,

see we are all our own worst critics,

we are all our own harshest judge jury & executioner,
citizen’s self arrested mid-sentence while in progressive development,
which in turn then threatens to take all of our merits in forfeiture,
as the fat lady sings the gavel is hit,
we're sentenced but still we don't seem to be any closer to closure,

for us or for them or for him or for her,

because the jury’s still hung,
even when everyone’s gone home,
& the cage bird as well as the fat lady has already sung,

some,
times I’m,
wishing I could escape,
out of these self projected personal persecutions,

some,
times I’m,
wishing I could escape the spiritual surgery that these perjurious clergies,
attempt to perform on me by inserting their ideals into me by way of
intrusion,

some,
times I'm,
wishing I could be an explosion of pure Light,
infnitely expanding into the infnity of The Divine inclusions,

instantly a Super Nova,

riding the high seas like Noah,
instantly I see how beautiful & innocent you are in your confusion,

instantly I see how beautiful & innocent I am as well,

 how beautiful & innocent we all are,
& how even just to be living in this miracle called Life,
is honestly a proper privilege, a true pleasure, & real honor,

it's an honor to be here & make your acquaintance,

so why waste time with biased judgements that're made with impatience?

See usually,
assumptions aren’t worth the bother,
see we’ve all had trials & tribulations in this hard life,
so we all deserve to treat & be treated a little bit softer & with more honor.

So let me be the frst to say I honor you,

& I honor your magnifcent existence in every way.

I Love You,
there is no higher truth,
please there is no need to judge me,
for I promise I will never ever judge you.

I love you,
so much,
& when you love someone this much,
there is no time or room to judge.

I love you,
so much,
always have, always will, it's always love,
I'll never stab, never kill, & will never judge,

I love your every atom,

ethereal I wonder if you are even real,
either way you're real enough to me,
to still have feelings & to still feel,

love.

Love?

Some,
times we must,
 trust enough to break our own rules,
to,
realize that,
actually there are no rules,

we are all free,

we are all gifted,
we are all cursed,
we are all art we are all artist,
we are all dead last & alive frst,
we are all everything that’s never been,
we are all everything that ever was & ever were as you were,
& of course we are all of everything in every sense of the word,
we are every story ever told we are every song ever sung or heard,
we're every word in every book ever read we're every line in every verse,
& we often leave last & arrive frst arriving in a Benz & leaving in a hearse,
& we will be love non stop & always help heal each other even when it hurts,

& that is why,

I write all of this for you,
because when the world feels like a lie,
I need you to know you can always reach for these words & feel the truth,

prove,
nothing,
just move,
something,

& do anything,

& do it for the love,

just please don’t hate,
& please don’t judge,
because this is true love,

as it be below so it be above.

So let’s move with the movements & love the moments of love,
let’s let the judgements pass & let whatever lays in the past be what it was,
left to lay in the grass that way once everything’s been said & done,
we’ll still have this emotional epitaph to remind us like a photograph of us,
 & I will always have your back,
even when our bodies are gone & we have no backs to have because,
when it's all said & done & we've righted all our wrongs,
all that will be left is us,

when it’s all over all you’ll be left with is you,

& me & all of our virtues because death doesn't separate us from our virtues,
& everyone & everything we loved will exist eternally except our enemies,
& in the end my friend you’ll I'm standing in the Light of Truth with you,

so,
no judgements,
no enemies,
only unconditional love,
& all of it’s intensities,

no,
judgements,
for once you remove the obstruction of the illusion of judgements,
only then will you fnd where the love went,

here,

waiting,
patiently for you to return,
so remember we reap what we sow,
& we get what we earn,

so no no worries & no hurries,

no stress all bless for sure,
& don't worry Love no rush because I will be here,
always have always will waiting patiently for your glorious return…

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 No Rest For The Weary (Back Again) [38]

Backpack strapped back to my back packed up ready for the next destination,
got a train then caught a plane from Lisbon to Budapest but got no rest,
now it's time to go again & I’m all out of answers but I do have a question,
if I’ve been awake in this American Dream for so long then when do I rest?

See,
people on the outside say my life is great & they say it with a hint of envy,
they say that I’m who they want to be or at least that’s what they say to me,
& honestly I'm too tired to thank them nor have the patience to engage them,
because I'm racin' to the next destination on a spaceship with a window seat,

daydreaming awake & gazin' out the window wow this view is amazin',
see it's more about what you leave in than it is about what you came in,

but honestly,
I’m depressed,
& honestly,
now that I've got everything else I'd like to fnally get some rest,

I'm upset,
still having a good time though I must admit,
because I'm blessed with the rest of the best of the Jet Set clique yes,
but must confess I'd like to fnd a nice nest where I can get some night rest,

because I’m tired of going whichever direction I'm pulled,

tired of going wherever the wind blows,
& I know it's an honor to receive all these invitations,
to all these events all over the world,

but it's as exhausting as it is awesome,

so I'm searching,
for redemption & as God's son,
through my sins I am praying,

God,
please take me home,
if life Itself is a prayer,
& we bless everywhere that we roam,
 then it shouldn't matter that I never made it to church,
it should only matter that I'm a Believer that believes in redeeming his soul,

oh no here we go,
I wanted to take the time to marinate & elaborate,
but I'm writing this at a fast pace with haste because I’ve got a fight to catch,
& if I stay here any longer to take the time to elaborate I’ll be very late,

& once again I put down the pen in order to make my next date,

so I’m back packing,

I’m backpacking as backpacker not a back tracker,
so I'm moving forward because I've got a feeling that I can’t ignore anymore,
which is that there's more in store to explore & everything's still exciting,

& I want to share all of these experiences with you,

but I can't take you with me so instead of inviting you I’m writing cues,
to help you fnd the clues in all these experiences I'm going through,
as I live it up to the limit of the sky no gimmicks I'll admit to you why,
it's because I’m only living this life & visiting these towns for you,

so come spend some time with me,

so we can be together before we both go away,
because we all know what They all say,
baby tomorrow isn’t promised today,

tomorrow isn't promised today,

& that’s why I’m back packing,

getting ready for the next destination & always ready for action,

backpack strapped back to my back packed up ready for the next destination,
got a train then caught a plane from Lisbon to Budapest but got no rest,
now it's time to go again & I’m all out of answers but I do have a question,
if I’ve been awake in this American Dream for so long then when do I rest?

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 No Self (Children of Ghosts) [39]

Without the idea of Self,

there is no sufering,
once you realize All is God,
every act becomes an ofering,

every motion a devotion in honor of honoring,

every emotion a notion in honor of honoring,

honoring,
Self then letting Self go,
letting go of anything that no longer serves you,
& anything that you no longer serve as well,

because without the idea of Self,

there is no sufering,
once you realize All is God,
every act becomes an ofering,

to those that came before,

& those that will come after,
both our ancestor are ghosts,
as well as those that have yet to be born here,

saw the Dalai Lama,

He told me the root of all sufering,
is the idea of Self,
& how that idea of Self leads to agony,

& to gluttony & to lust & of course to vanity,

& then He told me we’ll never truly be happy,

if we dwell in the past or worry about the future,
He told me the only way to truly be content,
is to be here in the present in all it’s beauty,

& then he said that we are the Children of Ghost,

& that we soon will be ghosts ourselves as the ghosts of our Selves,
& that we need to learn to love who we are,
 before we can learn to love anyone else,

& that it’s important to know who you are,

without being too attached to the idea of a Self,

so be here with me in the present & in all of our & it's beauty,
be here without attachment to anything or anyone not even to our Selves,
be here now because we leave here soon so let's learn to love our Selves,
& at the same time without being too attached to the idea of a Self,

because,

Without the idea of Self,

there is no sufering,
once you realize All is God,
every act becomes an ofering,

every motion a devotion in honor of honoring,

every emotion a notion in honor of honoring,

honoring,
Self then letting Self go,
letting go of anything that no longer serves you,
& anything that you no longer serve as well,

because without the idea of Self,

there is no sufering,
once you realize All is God,
every act becomes an ofering...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 No Time [40]

I don’t have the time,

to take the time,
to tell or give you the time,
so please give me a break so I can continue to write these rhymes,

because I’m a prophet not too bashful to actually admit it,

& the topics I drop in these sonnets are honest & intense,
I'm outside in the wild running wild while out my mind in a tent,
at the same time on point all the time as I combine wild with intense...

thinking out loud & cramping up my bowels,

draining from an enema entertaining as the cinema after fasting from it all,
scanning like an owl while camping on the bowl at The Hollywood Bowl,
don't need a reason to consume so I'm feasting on cartoons & eating cereal,

meanwhile back in the real world,

viral YouTube videos spread like smallpoxes because they are venereal,
oh & here's a jewel as a mental note: poor people who are stupid die quickly,
act a fool if you choose to it’s your & your right but it's also your burial,

there are some variables,

sure,
but there's also a lot of constants,
that constantly occur,

consistently,
the Laws of Attraction attract him,
repelled by the false prophets attracted to the real profts,
I repel of a mountain top in a squirrel suit just to get of it,

I’m of it,
I’m on it,
I'm laced,
I'm constant,
I'm paced,
I'm chronic,
I’m straight,
I'm arching,
 straight,
as a circle,
favorite,
color's purple,

got no sponsors,
but got a whole lot of monsters to conquer,
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T,
on my own I'm here I'm a goner,
shout out to Webbie & Lil Boosie,
auto-tuned out of tune & in concert,
& yeah I've got some skeletons in my closet,
but what the Hell we've all got our monsters,

all in together now,

let's rise for the national anthem,
Blue Cross marked with red dots,
from Compton to The Hamptons,

how’d it happen,
hard work & honesty,
honestly no lies or bowties,
even though as it goes I'm called a prodigy I’m still also an oddity,

no children,
so when I die I donate all of mine to charity,
last of a dying breed & I'll probably leave sooner rather than later,
once my work's complete & I write enough poetry that they remember me,

one of one,
so the only rendition of this edition is me,
so remember me,
or remember my words at least,

I mean I'm almost done writing anyways,

plus I think a good age to go out on is 53,

because,
I’m almost out of lines,
so don’t bother me with stupid questions,
 because we’re almost out of time,

I've told you time & time again,

time & tides wait for no man,
& I haven’t fully prepared yet,
but I'm a showman so if the show must go on then on with the show man!

Flash foods got us caught up in the rising water & got my hair wet,
so what no pause at all can't change the channel or reprogram the program,
no marriage no sticks just carrots & merits it is what it is,
oh well we’re all gonna die anyways someday oh no say it ain’t so man!

Well then I won’t swear it but I will wear it,

on my sleeve same place where I wear my heart,
just to remind you that before we leave,
we will all play our part,
tick tock tick tock,
before it's too late let’s tear this stage apart,
the roof's on fre we don't need no water let's burn this thing to the ground,
when you shock them & they question the intentions you know it’s real art,
& this is as real as it gets because we’re not playing it safe this time around,

it's a dangerous game I'm just saying,

& that's why I don't have the time to take the time to show you around,

nor do I have the time,

to take the time,
to tell or give you the time,
so please give me a break so I can continue to write these rhymes,

because I’m a prophet not too bashful to actually admit it,

& the topics I drop in these sonnets are honest & intense,
I'm outside in the wild running wild while out my mind in a tent,
at the same time on point all the time as I combine wild with intense...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Nomadic Life [41]

Cut from a diferent cloth,

composed of Nomadic Fabrics,
a Wondering Wanderer I suppose,
that escapes the trafc by crossing borders in order to avoid the erratic static,

got my closet in my backpack my laptop & passport & that's about it,
a Rolling Stone so home to me is wherever I lay my hat at,

or head actually & actually if I may,

allow me to me retract that,
home to me is actually wherever I go when I roam free,
& sometimes I think the only thing that really has my back is my backpack,

part Solo Marco Polo part Columbus except with a conscience that's in tact,

part Jay-Z part Jesus,

part Picasso part Kerouac,
part Malcolm X part Mozart
part fantasy part fact yeah I'm all of that,

plus some Huckleberry Finn mixed in just to complete the combination,

& make it more appropriate for my closet to be my backpack,

Hey kids I'm back,

walkin’,
but my closet’s not a walk-in,
I'm just being honest,
then again maybe that’s part of my problem,

because people often ask what my problem is,

which has me wondering if it's wrong to tell someone when they're wrong,
see sometimes it seems like being silent to strangers,
is the only way to really get along what's really going on?

Purchased a song in the form of a stone,

a 2,000 year old crystal yantra with an engraved mantra,
from an old man with a big beard in a small town in India,
 kinda weird he was 'cause he seemed to me to be ½ Angel ½ Monster,

made me wonder,
will I be him when I’m old,
with a big beard & a bag full of stones,
angry & bitter & roaming the globe all alone,

dang,

made me feel like the best thing to do before I die is give away all my stones,

sometimes the greatest teachers don’t intend to be,

sometimes the greatest lessons are given unintentionally,
sometimes we learn but we do so unwittingly,
see the greatest Masters who’re the most real don’t need to pretend to be,

& in this man’s eyes I saw my demise in other words the possible end for me,

& right there & then is when it occurred to me,

oh no I don’t want to grow old & die especially not alone,

but like Life Death happens to even the best of us,
makes me think maybe I should fnd a good wife while I still can,
but even if she gave me her hand I doubt I'd cease all my restlessness,

because,

I'm cut from a diferent cloth,

composed of Nomadic Fabrics,
a Wondering Wanderer I suppose,
that escapes the trafc by crossing borders in order to avoid the erratic static,

got my closet in my backpack my laptop & passport & that's about it,
a Rolling Stone so home to me is wherever I lay my hat at,

or head actually & actually if I may,

allow me to me retract that,
home to me is actually wherever I go when I roam free,
& sometimes I think the only thing that really has my back is my backpack...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Not Her Fault [42]

I don’t remember how of the conversation started,

but I remember exactly where we were when it did,
we were resting on my bed in my bungalow in Baja,
when she told me about her suicidal mother's condition,

the conversation was a surprise,

not the typical conversation considering the circumstances,
but hey it’s 2018 nothing’s typical,
I mean we have a president that wears makeup a toupee & a spray tan,

while he waits on North Korea to go of like a nuclear armed Vietnam,

as we wait for him or them to turn everything on earth to sand,
& speaking of sand there we were at that bungalow in Baja,
just above the beach where she continued to reveal what she was sayin’,

“My mother always threatens to kill herself,

& blames me for it,
my dad works for the US Air Force & is as sterile as he is stern,
& so he tells me to just ignore her,

but she’s my mother & I love her, & I don’t know what to do,
because I feel, well, partially responsible.”.

This girl,
strips for a living,
dancing her ass of in dark clubs,
where the only think that’s illuminated is the colored stage lights,

I only say this,

as a reminder to not judge someone just because of what they do for funds,
because someone's behavior,
is not always indicative of who they truly are,

remember,
there's a soul hiding behind every uniform,
& that soul holds emotions & feels just as most of us humans do,
just like how behind every grown woman hides a little girl,
 so just because she may look like a tough,
don't mean she want's to put up,
with all that she's subjected to,
which is why I bought her a fight so she could have a bit relief,

I invited her to Baja,

just so she could have some space to chill,
not to sleep with her because the last thing she needs,
is the pressure of another man trying to get between her thighs,

& maybe that's why with me she let her truth come to the light,
because instead of trying to seduce her & further confuse her I just let her be,
I let her be her & do what she wanted to with her time there,
because in this expensive life most people have less & less time to be free,

so there we were not because we needed sex but just to breathe & relax,
our only wish was to conversate & spend some valuable time,
& where this conversation we we’re having led,
was really quite a surprise,

still,
I don’t shy away from intensity,
I mean,
we weren't having sex with each other anyways,
so,
there was no risk at things getting awkward because of some words,
plus,
I am a poet after all so I live & breathe emotional intensities,
&
as a poet many people come to me with their emotional intensities,
& I always gratefully accept their feelings even if they aren't meant for me,
so when she spilled her heart out & wetted it with the tears she cried,
I held out my hand put hers in mine & replied,

“Your mother is not your responsibility you didn’t have her she had you,
she’s a grown woman & is responsible for herself,
anyone that chooses to take their own life well that’s their right to choose.”,
& then I continued,

“You can love her unconditional & always be there to support her,
but that does not mean that you have to be subjected to her abuse,
 see sometimes when someone decides to take their own life,
in so much pain from reasons unexplained due to what they're going through,
that that is the best option,
because it's better to die & have some relief than to live life & sufer,
I mean I know it seems like for a child to see a parent go is tough,
but believe me for a parent to see their child go is much tough,
it's much easier for a child to see a parent go because it's more natural,
& I know that this is difcult to accept especially since she's your mother.”

I tell her I’m going to write a poem about her & that’s why I wrote this,
to help her & hopefully help others by giving a voice to the voiceless,
but really I feel kinda silly because what price are these words even worth,
when you feel like mom's gonna die & everything you try feels hopeless,
I mean I really want to shine a light on depression & suicide,
so that people will take notice & hopefully some will quote this,,
but honestly I don't even know why I bothered to try,
because truthfully I don't even know why I wrote this,

it’s just so difcult to summarize these moments,

& I wonder if anyone sees the souls of another past their uniforms,
like I wonder if any other man sees her as a human when in that club,
human as in someone with a past present and future,

someone with a suicidal mother & an in denial father,

or if they just see her as a body on a stage,

SHE IS HUMAN,
WE ARE ALL HUMAN,

with emotions & feelings & thoughts & dilemmas & desires & drama,
so please have some compassion for our fellow humans for God's sake,
what does it take to teach someone that some people still feel,
what doest it take to communicate the value of empathy & compassion?

& all that I brought up brings me back to that conversation that happened,

even though I don’t remember how of the conversation started,

I do remember exactly where we were when it did,
we were resting on my bed in my bungalow in Baja,
when she told me about her suicidal mother's condition...
∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Novus Ordo Seclorum [43]

All Seeing Eye,

in all ways always has It’s all seeing eye on me,
& you might think that in a way that makes me paranoid,
but in all actually it makes me much more comfortable if anything,
because I’ve got nothing to hide in all honesty,
even though there’s two sides to me like I’m Siamese,
& I’m buzzing like a drunken honed in honeybee,
& I see everything even when drinking absinthe as an absent absentee,

'cause I was told that I may hold all that I see & all that I see is everything,
because all of me at any time is capable of seeing anything,

just like the All Seeing Eye that keeps it's eye on me,

honestly honesty is still the best policy,

see even though they still attempt to dilute these truths by telling lies,
I'm still able to describe these truths successfully,
through the modus operandi that I choose to use at any given time,

see these gifts are given & received,

with a well thought of methodology that’s made of modesty,
same mold that was honed by the greatest minds this world's every known,
not mold as in fungus but mold as in the template of successful artistry,

though I must admit when I frst started writing scripts I was a bit difdent,
which is diferent than indiference but anyways either way,
I one day realized the signifcance within it's magnifcence,
& chose to show it since I wrote it so it could be given away,

but I made one promise,

as a poet on that day,
& that was to be modest,
but also have the confdence to not let doubt get in my way,
but it's hard to stay modest when you've written more modifed sonnets,
than any other literary artist that's living today,

plus your words are some of the hottest & the girl you've got is a Goddess,
& you’ve made possible what was once thought to be impossible,
 as an apostle who's gospel is God-sent in the words of rivals & bibles,
not as a disciple of Jesus Christmas but a disciple of this Divine Existence,

& that's why I see them trying to boost my pride,

& why at the same time I try to resist it,
because I promised to stay modest plus if I'm to be honest,
it wasn't me that made this all happen it was the poetry that did it,

& all of a sudden in a fash & in this instance,

my instinct tells me that it's possible they’ve spotted me,
& it's time for me to fee so I get lost so I can write more life lines,
instead of staying here risking getting caught & writing my own eulogy,

as I observe them like stars in Astronomy,

& observe their behavior like signs in astrology,
as an Anthropologist not an Apologist I observe them,
them this system they live in & all of this honestly,
including this Bureaucracy which is actually a hyper infated Hypocrisy,
but honestly their mockery of our honesty doesn’t really bother me,
because unconditional Love is my only philosophy,
like Spinoza laying the basics of ethics in the literary form of poetry,
as I serve sermons religiously & responsibly to break the monotony,
& build bridges to doorways to construct my own autonomy,
changing the whole social topography & emotional geography of this society,
by writing the autobiography of our collective ecology & all of it’s prophecies,

I pay dues do the work & the math so in due time I can study Deuteronomy,

I am a prodigy,
& also an oddity,
that will not be brought down or bought of,
by Their Demonistic Mock Democracy,
armed with a picture perfect memory & an unlimited supply of energy,
I expose these moments from dark to light like photography,
from the Dark Room to the Light of Day,
it’s all part of our odyssey whether or not it's all done consciously,

see my conscience sees,

that The All Seeing Eye,

in all ways always has It’s all seeing eye on me,
 & you might think that in a way that makes me paranoid,
but in all actually it makes me much more comfortable if anything,
because I’ve got nothing to hide in all honesty,
even though there’s two sides to me like I’m Siamese,
& I’m buzzing like a drunken honed in honeybee,
& I see everything even when drinking absinthe as an absent absentee,

'cause I was told that I may hold all that I see & all that I see is everything,
because all of me at any time is capable of doing & seeing anything,

just like the All Seeing Eye that keeps it's eye on me,

feeling,
alright with the All Seeing Eye on me,
seeking,
all night for some sobriety from this anxiety,
reaching,
a point of enlightenment that shines vibrantly,
teaching,
illuminations of thought that soak into the subconscious silently,

fnally, I’m free,

& as I rise above the clouds I see,

the All Seeing Light above watching me,
& that’s alright with me I give myself up willingly,
traded my gifts for a gift card now I’m on a 24/7 worldwide shopping spree,

fnally, I’m free, & fnally, I see,

that the All Seeing Eye,

has it’s all seeing eye on me,
illuminating all of the darkness,
so that we can all shine on vibrantly,

fnally, fnally,
I am, you are, we are free!

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 NoWarPath [44]

“What a fckn bunch of Wasted Lots!”,

which is what I thought,
until I realized that the hate I hold,
is not as strong as the love I've got,

come on man,
get with the program,
things are moving at a speed,
that's the opposite of a slow dance,

so no there's no time for negativity,

not at all not even a chance,
it's time to advance into the 21st Century,
we're no longer Cavemen & the Dark Ages have long ago passed,

& even though the Past has passed,

sometimes it still haunts our Collective Memory,
like that guy from Memento trying to count back to this moment now,
got the invitation long ago but still don’t know who sent for me,

but unlike that guy from Memento when I put back the pieces of the puzzle,
I hope I don't fnd a sick plot twist like discovering that I murdered my wife,
see sometimes we are our worst enemy plus memories can be tricky,
so I tread carefully as I retrace my steps that led me to this moment in time,

& I’m so fckn Emo for still dealing with these feelings,
of being in love with those that don't love me & pretending I don't give a fck,
even though I’m afraid of real emotions & afraid to show them & it shows,
so I guard my Heart’s ramparts & stand guard as my own Sentry Thug,

& I'm just so over not being able to get over it that I'm sick to my stomach,

& of course I have regrets from my past,

& of course I have pain I mean who doesn’t have at least some of that,
but resilience is one of the main keys to not sufering defeat,
I mean at least not in the streets by the hands of a Broken Soldier in retreat,

or a Soulless body that sold it's soul to party or an Emotional Zombie,

 both as outdated as the old Atari & sorry but I suggest you press delete,

& that's why I won't engage with any more enraged psychopaths,
I’ve been down that road before so now I know better than that,
no Sir, no Ma’am, instead, I am, on what, They call, The Path,
in a forward upwards onwards motion on a sorta sorted NoWarPath,

& you can go ahead & hashtag that,

if you want to attempt to invent a fad,
here I'll do it 1st & you can do it 2nd,
& hey I know 2nd isn't 1st, but hey it's also not last so really it's not bad,

#NoWarPath

don't want to rain down a shower of bullets,

would rather just take a bubble bath,

because Peace & Love are my Twin Pillars,

100% all real all the time the genuine article right down to every particle,
no fake smiles or fake friends no counterfeits or artifcial fllers,
only True News Soul Tunes & Hearts of Gold that're all in no Partials,

no Half Truths or Bad Attitudes,

no Bogus Auto Tuned commercials camoufaged as News Articles,

all real & also all realer the Whole Deal & the 'Ol Dealer,
the Teacher & the Healer part Skeptic but all Believer,

on it if I feel ya' see we’re,

up right now & don’t have time to waste,
because this Miracle called Life is here now,
& neither it nor Time will wait plus tomorrow still isn't promised today,

no hate,
we bake cakes but no cheese cakes please or fake fakes with weak fates,
no moats or bloat just more quotes from boats okay fne some moats,
& some alligators too but only for the moats & of course also some gates,

but that's only so we don’t have to bother with the Common Fodder,
see we’re raised diferent we’re not common toddlers,
we’re unique we achieved to be Uncommon Sons & Awesome Daughters,
& we're prepared for the coming Father & act as if every table’s a holy alter,

& that’s why we don’t bother,

with any of the Fake Fractious Factions trying to create sickening friction,
they're fction has no power over us 'cause we are The Honest Authors,
tearing into ribbons all the imposters fake doctrines hey there stop & listen,

The Devil’s lies will be defeated every time by God’s Honest Godsends,
& the Devil's tail will be scaled & we will all hail The Great Godhead,

God is,
that's it,
God is,
God exists.

So is it too much to ask to just have some time,

to create another literary masterpiece,
because it’s not easy for most to create,
a work of art that will be exist as an everlasting piece in everlasting space,

which I suppose some would call the manifestation of a legacy,

which is why I write all these lines out of me until these words are out of me,

& that’s what I’m working on,

& that’s why I have no time for casual formalities,
or weak Immune Systems that happen to lead to acute symptoms,
like such things as mutating STD's & allergies to what's produced naturally,

too many these days get used to being in a pharmaceutical ecology,

acting out without a 2nd thought & in this way behaving illogically,
& I'll ofer insight into how to succeed & achieve in getting what you need,
along with a lot of other things but what I will not ever is any apologies,

& most people out there are sick in one way or another,
& I’m not ill so please don’t spread that sickness of ignorance to or on me,
& please don’t be ofended if I don't want to engage with you in any way,
or if I don’t get back to you as fast as you got back to me,

it's just I don’t really have the time,

but please don’t take that personal,
I’m just on a mission & have got a lot of jobs to do,
 plus if you’re not helping then you’re hurting me,

got a lot to learn,

I'll be the frst to admit I don't know a lot of things,

but I do one one thing,

most out there aren't worth your time,
so either be with those that're chosen & truly love you,
or be alone because when you're alone you're the closest to The Divine,

& speaking of The Divine,

has reminded me that I'm almost out of time,
that this poem is almost done,
& that actually this is the last line before we rewind to the frst line,

“What a fckn bunch of Wasted Lots!”,

which is what I thought,
until I realized that the hate I hold,
is not as strong as the love I've got,

come on man,
get with the program,
things are moving at a speed,
that's the opposite of a slow dance,

so no there's no time for negativity,

not at all not even a chance,
it's time to advance into the 21st Century,
we're no longer Cavemen & the Dark Ages have long ago passed,

& even though the Past has passed,

sometimes it still haunts our Collective Memory,
like that guy from Memento trying to count back to this moment now,
got the invitation long ago but still don’t know who sent for me,

but unlike that guy from Memento when I put back the pieces of the puzzle,
I hope I don't fnd a sick plot twist like discovering that I murdered my wife,
see sometimes we are our worst enemy plus memories can be tricky,
so I tread carefully as I retrace my steps that led me to this moment in time...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Ocean of All [45]

Don’t let your assumptions,

of what their incorrect perspectives are,
of both your unseen & seen actions,
afect the work you create or lead you to self censor your art,

just stay focused & keep creating your masterpiece,

don’t let their perceptions alter your directions or make you hesitate,
& above all let love ball & don’t waste a day spent in worry or regret,

don’t worry,
humans will be human,
but that’s no reason,
to let them misdirect your guidance,

God’s got you I swear,

so don’t worry if they don’t understand you,
& as awkward & insecure as you feel,
remember all feelings are superfcial anyways,
all judgements are man made,
all sufering comes from Self,
our entire existence on this physical plane is only momentary matter,
pain is only skin deep & you know what else,
no matter how big your problems seem to be in this Sea of Everything,
they’re all just a drop of water in The Ocean of All,

so when you think any of this matters,

remember it's only matter,

so,

Don’t let your assumptions,

of what their incorrect perspectives are,
of both your unseen & seen actions,
afect the work you create or lead you to self censor your art,

just stay focused & keep creating your masterpiece...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Ocean’s Abyss [46]

Ocean waves,
wash our emotions,
over each other,
rip tides,
pull us out into,
each other’s abyss,
currently the current currents lead,
us into a state of existential bliss,
Her Ohm compass spins,
navigating us into a fate sealed with a kiss,
welcoming this runaway home,
with open arms open heart & present gifts,

never knew something I never had could have been so badly missed,

we’re on a clif,
as the beach waves break our heart beats skip,
heart beats precede a sensual skinny dip,
heart beats beat no emotional deletes only passionate additives,
only thing we delete is the past when we fnally meet at last,
& when we do we more than meet we totally eclipse…

On this clif,
our lives intersect,
our heart beats are on beat & in tune,
like melodies of the infnite,

what a beautiful composer,

God can be,
when I found Her I lost my composure,
She is soul & eye candy,
music to my ears,
we're a Saline Symphony,
an Oceanic Orchestra with briny bravado,
stimulated spiritually & physically & visually,
She’s got me high as the Rocky’s of Colorado,
as wide eyed as Big Sky Montana we know no boundaries,
 astoundingly,

we are on this clif,

surrounding us is the Pacifc,
all answers no questions,
except for one & it’s very specifc,
when everything is over will we at least still have the memories,
of us in this moment on this clif overlooking the Pacifc?

All trust so gifted,

in diferent ways,
what a diference,
a lifetime makes,
for sometimes it takes,
a lifetime to be reunited,
but what is a lifetime,
when the Fire of Forever Love is reignited?

She is an Old Soul,

almost to Nirvana,
She is a young girl,
could almost be her father,

& I love her,

as the Sea loves the Sand,
& I love her,
as the Sky loves the Land,
& I love her,
as the Sun loves the Moon,
& I love her,
as a Baby loves the Womb,
& I love her,
as a Flower loves to Bloom,
& I love her,
as Air loves a Balloon,
& I love her,
as much as I love You,

no marriage,
all honeymoon,
all glee no gloom all hope no doom,
 out here on these ocean dunes,

on this clif,
over the Pacifc…

We met,
& Her eyes,
had me,
hypnotized…

This is not a competition,

there is no competing,
this is Adam & Eve,
in the Garden of Eden fnally meeting,

actually,
I am Adam & Eve,
& She is the entire Garden of Eden,
She taste like sugar & spice,
no wait She tastes like total freedom,
the Apple Pie of my Naked Eye,
sure all the guys want Her but She doesn’t need them,

& when we are together we are Adam & Eve in The Garden of Eden,

in a dream world,
as the ocean mist,
within our midst,
enters into the absolute abyss of our State of Bliss,

on this ocean clif,

ocean mist cast upwards of of the waves,
She is as cool as the Moon’s beams,
& I'm as hot as the Sun’s rays,

on this ocean clif,

what a Mysterious Gift,
Love surely is,
& this surely is,

Love,
 & I could write,
every word in the world for Her,
& still this would not adequately explain Her,
because She is unexplainable,

see She’s beyond words,

She’s beyond defnition,
She’s passion as new & beautiful as Spring Rainbows,
She’s wisdom as ancient as this World’s Creation,
& with this I witness,
as an Eye Witness this which is also a testament,
to the power of self manifestation that's found through focus & patience,

see,
She is a Goddess in the fesh,
so when in Her presence,
it’s difcult to feel anything except blessed,
& I accept all this as we rest with,
our arms upon our shoulders upon this ocean clif over the Pacifc,
as ocean waves wash our emotions over each other,
pulling us into each other’s abyss,
& all we can say while actively witnessing all of this is that has us possessed,
is yes yes yes!

Ocean waves,
wash our emotions,
over each other,
rip tides,
pull us out into,
each other’s abyss,
currently the current currents lead,
us into a state of existential bliss,
Her Ohm compass spins,
navigating us into a fate sealed with a kiss,
welcoming this runaway home,
with open arms open heart & present gifts...

never knew something I never had could have been so badly missed...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 October’s Very Own [47]

Lost my mind & found myself,

on a plane fying away from LA,
LAX to Auckland these days every way is one way & often feels awkward,
anyways at any rate I’m sitting on this plane with Drake,

almost don’t even want to mention it,

because I don’t want to sound like a pretentious prick,
don’t want to sound like I’m showing of or boasting loud,
or that I’m a Groupie hanging on or that I’m a Pretender Kid,
because honestly I do almost everything except pretend,
only obligation's to tell it straight like I'm selling weight no artifcial additions,
only obligation when writing The Story That Never Ends is to tell it like it is,
every moment's another page every movement's another trend,
every poem another piece of the puzzle every word another subtle hint,
I mean most of these guys lie while we can't even pretend,
that's why when we see them arrive at the table we ask them one question,
“You got to the top of the pyramid & all you brought was this reproduction?”,

God's gift goes well with God's Plan,

& I've got the world in the palm of our hands,
but what’s is something really worth,
when that something you have is something you don’t understand,

damn,

& I’m just writing it all down,

as we look up for a savior,
& I'm just writing it all now,
because I understand there never was nor will be a later,

that’s why I’m rushing & why I don’t have any extra time to spare,
asked Drake’s barber Jay on the plane how Drake made it all work,
he said by always working overtime of course,,
then he asked me how I’ve been able to write so many books,
& I told him the same way, dedication & hard work,
then I gave him a copy with a signature & a few extra words that read,
“Keep cutting clean those styles you give to Drake are mean,
I mean they're dope so stay focused just don’t let it go to your head.”,
 & speaking of heads it seems I’ve lost my mine,
I mean I’m on a plane with Drake & I don't even know how it happened,
but I know we've both got game stay fy on the same plane & work overtime,
because there's not enough time in the day to waste away napping,
I mean there's already not enough time to do everything we want to do,
to go everywhere & to see everyone that wants us to pass their way,
because they want to see us in real life & will not accept any substitutes,
they want us to roll through but there's only one LaLux & only one Drake,

& we want to see them too,

honestly we do but there's just no way,
because no matter how much they ofer to pay,
there's just not enough time in the day,
but we do what we can because it's a labor of love,
so we get as much done as we can traveling the lands by plane,

& we’re not tired,

which is good 'cause we've got no time for rest,
plus the power of words is real,
so we utilize them to the best of our abilities & always say “Stay blessed.”,
stay up stay & blessed all bless no stress,
& remember this lesson because once we’re gone who will you have left?

You know you don’t want that silence that void that no one could fll,
you know you want witness this greatness & want to hear more,
so he sings songs as I write psalms & we go around the world,
on a non-stop 24/7 world tour,

12 hours to Auckland then it’s of to Sydney,

Melbourne & Dubai tell me are you with me,

up to get down since day one,

got that ‘Magnetic Want To Be Around Him’ vibe,
on the low want to be more low key though they want us as the highlight,
but when your Light’s this bright it’s hard to not be in the limelight,
hard to hide outta sight so deeper feelings are guarded & hide in plain sight,
see it seems in the process of being honest & fnding fame I lost my mind,
& I’m not the only one see I’ve got some good company,
because that boy Drake is also on this fight,
& it’s October 30th 2017,
 it's those Scary Hours at some undefned time in the middle of the night,
but we're not scared & it's appropriate given the circumstance,
it's October we’re both Libras & we're on this fight on October’s last night,
& maybe that's why I gave him my most recent book at the time '777',
as a welcoming gift to New Zealand when we got of our fight,

& maybe that's why he shouted me out on Scorpion saying “All 7's no 6's”,
on the song '8 Out Of 10' & I'll choose 7 9 out 10 times if I have to pick sides,
guess 6 is done & 7 has won because the Devil is strong but God is awesome,
& maybe that's why you don't fnd out who someone really is till it's time,

see we all wear masks sometimes,

outside everyday like it’s Halloween,
maybe that’s why I only feel normal one day of the year,
maybe that’s why I always give all of me out of me without apologies,

October’s Very Own,

was forewarned so If You’re Reading This It’s Too Late,
& yes it’s Comeback Season even though we never left the coliseum,
& we're never leavin' regardless of the reason but hey Sorry For The Wait,
better late than never see we've been enjoying the Beautiful Views ,
living More Life so we have less time to waste which is why we were late,
realizing there's always Room For Improvement & to add our 2 cents in,
see ever since we got The Gift Without A Curse Nothing Was The Same,
so Thank Me Later for the jewels I'm giving you now,
as a reminder of What a Time To Be Alive it is & isn't it great as well,
it's Comeback Season we poppin' like pumpkin seeds & we're Halloweenin',
don't need a reason to be buzzin' like a bee & stingin' like a Scorpion's tail,

believe me it was hard work but it was all worth it,

see in exchange for perseverance & patience I got to return with Drake,
not that it matters because in the end nothing really does,
which puts me back in this scattered pattern again of being in the same place,

diferent time diferent life but the same soul & the same fate,

Lost my mind & found myself,

on a plane fying away from LA,
LAX to Auckland these days every way is one way & often feels awkward,
anyways at any rate I’m sitting on this plane with Drake...
∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Of Mice & Men [48]

Of mice & men,

of rats & rifraf,
fghting in a battle that no one can win,
& the only rinse that they get is from the blood bath,

but I mean what do you expect when rats will be rats & men will be men,
& it's obvious but you don't spot it 'cause your only hobby is Instagram,
damn this whole carnival is awful unsustainable & full of con men,
that's why you shouldn't be surprised to fnd there's nothing in the gift bag,

but again what did you expect when rats will be rats & men will be men,
all indicators are there but you don't get the picture unless it's hashtagged,

racing faster than the speed of light with our back to the wind,
in 1 place & 1st class which is not bad for being picked in the last draft,
st

but even though they didn't see your potential & picked you last,
it just so happens as happenstance would have it that you have the last laugh,

which is grand given the fact that you don't in fact know how you got here,
oh well you're in 1st place now just pray the scenario doesn't turn worst case,
anyways now that you're here you actually need to learn how to act properly,
so that when they see you in full display they'll say, “Wow, what a Class Act,
I mean for going from sleeping in the grass & eating out of the trash,
to having a path & a pocket full of cash that Lad's not doing half bad!”

at any rate no wrong nor right as The Point of No Return is passed,

all the way gone waving wildly we cross the line cross paths & drift past,
on Cloud 9 we swan dive into the Limelight at Prime Time like splish-splash,
hit so hard we crash get Whiplash then bounce back like Lance quick fast,

don't call it a comeback because the exit isn't something we ever went past,

we talk at a million miles a minute but our thoughts come in moments,

emotions materialize in the form of clouds & sunshine as Haters vaporize,
& you can have this life for as long as you're alive but can never own it,
because like all good things this too shall pass with time,

two shots for the one time two plots for the gold mine,
 not sure what you came for but I know for sure came to get mine,
penny for your thoughts welcome to the table what've you brought,
it's either defnitely now or maybe see you again some other time,

maybe so, maybe not,

maybe we’ll be friends in the End Times, maybe not,
maybe we'll have it all & maybe it'll all get lost,
maybe we'll fnd the peace we seek here within us where it was all along,

either way Young Brave soul,

stay safe & stay strong,
& do mind the signs but don't get caught in the catch phrases,
just party hard like a rockstar Keep Calm & Carry On,

& remember to stay very strong,

because when your back's got the weight of the world on it like Atlas,
you need to be a musky husky that’s occasionally fussy but never musty,
so you can soon say “Sayonara!” to this Samsara & be on your way at last,

& I have one last thing for you to bring,

before we leave this point where we crossed paths,
let intuition guide you let love be your strength safe travels & happy trails,
& shine your light as bright as you can before everything fades to black,

see we all must go eventually,

so when we do let us leave in peace,
to fnally fnd that which we always wanted,
which is of course is still a mystery,

Of mice & men,

of rats & rifraf,
fghting in a battle that no one can win,
& the only rinse that they get is from the blood bath,

but I mean what do you expect when rats will be rats & men will be men,
& it's obvious but you don't spot it 'cause your only hobby is Instagram,
damn this whole carnival is awful unsustainable & full of con men,
that's why you shouldn't be surprised to fnd there's nothing in the gift bag...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Of Track Soundtrack [49]

Didn’t get bought up in the buy out,

didn’t get my soul sold in the sell out didn’t get caught up or caught out,
didn't get tread on or tried out instead I found out that I've got now,
so instead of bow out I brought out these vows that I read now to teach
now...

so get taught now,

not taught like a bow knot holding a hammock,
over a ledge like Minyon Falls,
hoping you don’t fall now dropped like a habit,

but taught like a master teaches an apprentice,

gotta habit of taking advantage so any opportunity I've gotta have it,
& I'll get it because I've got good credit & no debit from paying forward,
always getting paid back but never sufering a bad rap from a whack payback,
because I believe in karma so when I get that feeling I don’t ignore it,

plus I hold nothing back so if it was on my mind I probably already said it,

an old slave,
on a new wave from way back when we were chained under decks,
back in the day I used to hate,
but now like a Marvin Gaye track it's all love & respect,

which is the reason why I write these books while haters stay paralyzed,
in hateful lies while they perpetually try to criticize with weak critiques,
I just keep on writing these books with love & don't waste time with replies,
because when you're in love with life there's no time to waste on the deceit,

which is why even though they try to provoke me to fght,

I stay calm & outta harm as a cow on a Hindu farm see I don't need no beef,
so while the chickens keep squawking this fox keeps trotting,
& jotting lines like Moses on doses eating samosas with Jehovah & Parvati,

feeling lost as Jesus on a pilgrimage to India,

mastering Buddhism like He did in His lost years,
see it seems I stumbled across the Holy Grail then inhaled,
 & wrote it all out in the books that get pushed like the one you have here,

which is why I’m writing what you’re reading,

while at the same time just praying like a Buddhist,
what I'm really trying to say is I just can’t pace it,
because I’m too high & everything happened too fast to get used to it,

which is why I'm of track,

at the same time on the soundtrack,
as the beat stops,
then is brought back,
& in fact this all feels like black magic,
which is why I wrote this as in that,

& even though it might feel like magic,

it all didn't just happen just like that,
I had to stay up & work while they slept,
I had to take a leap of faith land on my feet like a cat,
then seize the day before the day got away & time lapsed,
so I stopped naps then woke up & brushed my teeth after a power nap,
no I don't nap I relax before I release then I retox after I detox after I relapse,

not relapse as in doing drugs,

but relapse as in going back,
back into these chronic verses that I serve with a purpose,
not chronic as in pot hits but chronic as not stoppin' in other words ever-last,

I go back,
in again & again with this pen,
was told I’m a weapon by brethren in Australia,
3 times this weekend alone which got me zoned & thinking what’s next,

because this lifestyle is expensive but this life is priceless,

which is why I must've done right by not getting bought up in the buy out,
didn’t get my soul sold in the sell out didn’t get caught up or caught out,
didn't get tread on or tried out instead I found out that I've got now,
so instead of bow out I brought out these vows that I read to teach now...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Oh Well (Maybe) [50]

Oh I don’t know,
I guess maybe I thought you’d rescue me from myself,
maybe I thought you’d remind me to remember,
what it felt like back when we still felt,
maybe I thought you’d be my Heaven,
in this Earthly Hell,

maybe I thought you could save me from me,

& I maybe I thought I could save you from you as well,
maybe I thought though now I know I don’t know at all,
or maybe I do & maybe only time will tell,
because these days as strange as it may seems,
it seems we can save anyone except for ourselves,

Oh well,

it seems a Saint can save everyone except for themselves,

& this all seems strangely like a fairytale but not one with gnomes & elves,
one where the Sinner Saint meets the Fallen Angel,
& they both try to save each other from themselves,

& maybe they succeed or maybe they fail oh well,

nobody knows what the ending of this fairytale will be & only time can tell,

maybe we succeed,
or maybe we fail,
maybe we sink,
maybe we sail,

either way one thing I know is I won’t regret a moment,

because you are a Blessing Bestowed that I enjoy bestowing,
you are a Shooting Star, Lucky Charm a Good Time & a Good Omen,
a Christmas Eve after weeks of draught where you look out & it's snowing,

& things will get better for sure & all we have to do to ensure that they do,
is get a clue, get a it together, get up, get out & get going!

& “Ooh child things are gonna get easier ooh child things'll get brighter,
 some day yeah we'll get it together & we'll get it all done,
some day when your head is much lighter,
we;ll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun.”,

things are gonna get better for you & I I can feel it,
shout out to The Five Stairsteps for reminding us of that one,

& I don’t know when we will ever see each other again my friend,
but I guess for now let’s just forget how intense this is,
so we can be present enough to be in love in this moment,
or at least enough to pretend a bit,

hey,
friend,
can we just be here without worrying about the future,
even though we both know everything we've ever known is about to end?

Hey,
friend,
remember when,
you reminded me to remember to feel that feeling that we once felt,
back when we could still feel everything including each other,
do you remember that feeling now & can you tell me how it felt.

Hey,
friend,
remember when,
we thought we could rescue each other from ourselves,
remember when we thought we’d be each other’s Heaven,
in this Earthly Hell,
but then we found out that we could save anyone,
anyone except for ourselves?

Oh well…

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 One Day [51]

One day,
She’ll take me home,
back into the warm embrace,
of Her bosom,

back into Her Eternal Womb I shall return,

once my time on earth is done & my angel wings have been earned,
after my debirth will come my rebirth,
& I'll welcome this glorious day when I will once again lay in Her curves,

oh how I pray that I shall one day safely return,

to her warm embrace to her Godly grace,
She is so warm so soft so gentle,
life is so cold so hard so sharp I feel so out of place,

I yearn for the day He sets me free,

so that I may to return to Her,
for this life I live here as exciting as it seems,
is full of futile struggle & brutal hurt,

my back hurts my heart aches scarred from too many heartless heartbreaks,
exhausted from needing to be strong in Adversity's face tired yet anxious,
ready to go but God won't let me go yet 'cause I've got more books to publish,
not yet out of my contract plus I know I can’t rush Time so I just pace it,

patiently awaiting the day when my work is complete I'm fnally set free,
& my name is placed amongst the Ancients as one of The Greatest,

& then what will be left of me,

well certainly not this body I’m currently in,
only thing left of me will be these words that I write to be left behind,
as a signs of our times that collectively spells out our entire collective legacy,

& I'm not even sure that this is exactly accurate,

because these words speak for many but they don't speak for everybody,
though I suppose stupid excluded these verses still speak for everyone else,
as a Collective Synopsis of our entire Modern Human Anthology,
 kinda like Literary Anthropology,
or Alphabetical Symbology,
so study the signs within our Human Design,
& you will fnd that all lies eventually dissolve into all honesty,

honestly,
what will be left me,
I suppose these love letters I write to us that we use to reminisce,
as a reminder of our everything,

& I’m ready to go,

as I’d hope we all are,
because I’m tired of these dividing lines we’ve drawn,
& I’m sick of this ego that we think that we are,

you are not who you see in the mirror,

please accept you are totally diferent than you think,
& that’s why only when all of these lines fnally dissolve,
will you realize we are one & as one we are & have always been free,

free as the birds & the bees,

so sing a love song sweet Song Bird bring some honey sweet Honey Bee,

see,

no time like the present so don’t live in resentment,

or get lost in unconfdence only this moment exists,
& one day we’ll wake up & wonder where the day went,
so live every moment like it’s the only one there ever was because it is,

& fnd someone to love,

& don’t waste a second,
because one day we’ll wake up,
everything will be gone & everyone we ever knew will have vanished...

One day,
She’ll take me home,
back into the warm embrace,
of Her bosom...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 One Man Army (Zombie Apocalypse) [52]

I'll fght the entire Zombie Apocalypse,

with a One Man Army of Honestness,
armed with only The Truth & a crucifx,
plus a few other symbolic symbols along with some crystals like amethyst,
this plus a pistol a shotgun & a few extra banana clips,
chewing banana chips for the potassium that I get,
while shooting from both sides of the hip like I'm ambidextrous,
up all night feeling alive as I drive through The Night of The Living Dead,
at church praising God with a few of my Heretic friends,
making amends while destroying any & all idea of what normal is,

in the front row front center stage front & center like a senator,
watching the Hungarian Orchestra perform at the the Opera in Budapest,
with a Persian Dutch Photographer chic who just might be a gypsy,
holding hands & holding on holding their attention but not holding stress,
& I know I’m the only one writing,
in the entire Opera House right now but don't know how & it's chilling,
wow at the same time exciting how it's both imprisoning & liberating,
to accept the gifts & the curses that come with being One In A Million,

& of course we stand out,

even though we didn’t sell out,
which explains why our soul's are still intact,
even though our body's feel like their about to give out,
& people everywhere stare at us,
because we stand out in a crowd,
but that’s the price you gotta pay for being original,
especially when not only you but also your words stand out,

because the triple entendre words that are served in every verse,
are meant for more than your subliminal they're meant to be pronounced,
they’re as blatant as an overstated inefective undercover Asian agent,
naked at The White House wearing nothing but an earpiece & white towel,
his cover was blown when his motives were shown,
standing naked & alone heart racing in it’s anxiousness,
just goes to show you the Best do it alone,
like I do when fghting the entire Zombie Apocalypse...
∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 OPEN UP [53]

The rhythm of the rain,

raps upon the roof relentlessly,
in a musical melody of elements,
composed so beautifully it takes me to Samadhi instantaneously,

this melodic symphony ft for a Goddess faithfully hits the roof,

& it's hard to be modest when faced with this much success,
still I “Pay no mind,” like the Buddhists say hey it all depends on your view,
anyways I'm in the middle of the Mekong River in Laos,
in this country on an island in a room with a view,

& I’ve found a lot of revelations here & there,

but I’m still searching for the Truth how about you,
which has led me to believe that all these epiphanies,
are only part of the whole & also part of an outwardly exploring attitude,

every revelation is part of the big picture,

there is no clearly defned moment,
you can not defne or divide the divine,
one is either has a base that's faithless or lives in a motion of devotion,
& herein lies the basis,
of all I’m trying to say,
which is specifcally that Creation is creating constantly,
& if you want the proof you need to do nothing more than listen to the rain,

& realize through the cloudy skies that once we are aware,
of the Divine in every thing & being,
we will see God,
& all the light that God brings,

because I could part the clouds,

& open up the sky for you,
show you the Light of Heaven,
even extend the hand of Zeus,

& even then you may not take on God's doctrines,

because what good is showing you if you choose not to look,
like what good are writing all these words of wisdom,
 if you get them because you don't take to read the book?

Remember you can lead a horse to water,

but you can not make him drink,
you can teach one all the knowledge in the world,
but you can not make one think,

the Doors of Perception are locked,

& can only be opened from the inside,
so when you hear wisdom knocking,
open up & let Wisdom come inside,

see only when you turn your mind of,

will you fnally discover what you never thought you'd fnd,
most thoughts are just distractions so turn them of & pay the mind no mind,
it's simple as sitting in silence opening your ears & hearing the rain outside,

The rhythm of the rain,

raps upon the roof relentlessly,
in a musical melody of elements,
composed so beautifully it takes me to Samadhi instantaneously,

this melodic symphony ft for a Goddess faithfully hits the roof,

& it's hard to be modest when faced with this much success,
still I “Pay no mind,” like the Buddhists say hey it all depends on your view,
anyways I'm in the middle of the Mekong River in Laos,
in this country on an island in a room with a view...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Opening At A Closing Ceremony [54]

We send smoke out up into the Heavens,

every act is a sacred ceremony,
& no I’m not having children or getting married,
so my bond with Earth is my only Holy Matrimony,

still I wish to leave this world a better place,

than it was when I began using it,
so sick of these materialistic addictions that so many waste their gifts on,
gifting their seeds with things instead of time that's the infuence of Lucifer,

replacing family time with some tech toys,

yes Satan's in the lead but God will succeed,
at least I think & that's why I open my eyes in hope to the sky & breathe,
& pray for world peace at this sacred global closing ceremony,

trying to do some good before I leave,

please,
try to do some good,
before you leave,

see my 1 wish for when I fnally exit breathless,

is that this world is left in better shape than when I entered it,
not decrepit from corrupt motives or indebted from moral corrosives,
but fresh & blessed with unbiased blessings from honest intentions,

from my time of death & until at least the next 7 generations,

“In our every deliberation,

we must consider the impact of our decisions,
on the next 7 generations.”,
& that's from the Iroquois who also wrote the original Constitution,

listen look read banish your biases & you might actually learn something,
disconnect from the collective cognitive dissonance & ignorance's pollution,

face it if your wasted & faded in a place that's degraded,

then it likely means your mind's been invaded by Consumerism &,
you're a cog in a machine that replaces spiritual dreams with material things,
 nothing more than a complacent sedated relic of Corporate Colonialism,

& you likely won't realize that everything's related & sacred,
& if you do it may be too late to save your soul form it's own decisions,

yo there’s no Rainbow only lonely hope at the end of the bottle,

no pot of gold don’t let that old man fool you into thinking he’s a Leprechaun,
see you are the good fortune that you’ve been searching for,
it’s just sometimes you have to get lost to fnd yourself,

& you are strong & I know you can overcome,

all the false temptations of fake love that present themselves,
so emancipate your self from mental slavery,
ascend up from the hate that they send up from Hell,

trust in the love transcended from Heaven,

surrender & let your prayers rise into all realms to be felt,

let’s not get too distracted from life with life,

let’s dissolve this illusion called Time,
let’s resolve the eternal fghts they incite,
let’s let go of all things profane & hold onto all things divine,

& we do this through sacred ceremonies,

where every gesture is a peace ofering,
we send smoke out up into the Heavens,
with honest prayers & blessed blessings,

blending together the stories of our ancestors,

with this which is now & has long been prophesied,
from the Hope of the Hopi’s to the Original Aboriginals,
we meet here at this global Gathering of the Tribes,

where we send smoke out up into the Heavens,

every act is a sacred ceremony,
& no I’m not having children or getting married,
so my bond with Earth is my only Holy Matrimony...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Osiris Horizon [55]

It’s all on the Horizon,

so open up your eyes son,
I know you can hear me now no Verizon,
witness the healing now of empowering sounds & light vibrations,

which are found in the illuminations of this Illuminated Luminary Liaison,

on the Horizon Horus's Eye represents Ra the God of the Sun shining,
same eye that was the frst in human history to be marked with a tear drop,
hey maybe that means there's more to all these thugs with teardrop tatts,
maybe they aren't just all convicts but they're also ancient Egyptian Gods,

maybe they know the Eye of Horus is a symbol of protection & royal power,
maybe on a subconscious spiritual level they get that tatt to stay strong,

or maybe not,

either way no matter what body we're currently in we are all sons of God,

just like Osiris see he was the son of Horus,

just like Isis see she was the daughter of Horus,
& it's sickening to see false prophet Islamist extremist regimes,
hijack Isis's name in order to gain fame & courage to commit their horrors,

Osiris would have been a more appropriate name,

He is after all the God of the afterlife & The Underworld,
I mean Isis is a Goddess so it's odd that Extremists adopted a feminine name,
but hey either way we're all one & the same under Ra the God of The Sun,

which leads me to believe,

that maybe the only One really above is the shining Sun,

& since we’re on the subject,

let’s talk about Osiris getting killed by Set,
similar to Cain & Able,
I guess that’s what you could call a Sunset,

Son,
 Set,
are we,
done yet,

because it’s getting late,

the stars are out & the sun’s begun to set…

It’s all on the Horizon,

so open up your eyes son,
I know you can hear me now no Verizon,
witness the healing now of empowering sounds & light vibrations,

which are found in the illuminations of this Illuminated Luminary Liaison,

on the Horizon Horus's Eye represents Ra the God of the Sun shining,
same eye that was the frst in human history to be marked with a tear drop,
hey maybe that means there's more to all these thugs with teardrop tatts,
maybe they aren't just all convicts but they're also ancient Egyptian Gods,

maybe they know the Eye of Horus is a symbol of protection & royal power,
maybe on a subconscious spiritual level they get that tatt to stay strong,

or maybe not,

either way no matter what body we're currently in we are all sons of God...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Pacifst Activist [56]

Can’t shake this feeling,

that something’s inherently wrong,
I mean don’t get me wrong I’m totally enjoying the party,
but I still can't shake this lingering feeling that something evil's going on,

can’t quite place it or put my fnger on it,

nor do I want to point fngers at any thing or any one,
but students are shooting each other whales are beaching themselves,
& whole colonies of bees are dying not trying to kill your buzz but come on,

Mother Earth's controlled,

so called civil rights is old & Society's Systemettes are all on birth control,
all the while Father Time takes no prisoners but continues to take His toll,
as the alleged rebel sets get assimilated into the Conformist's Fold,

I mean maybe it’s just me,

maybe I'm just thinking out loud but,
it seems like all these good time will all be in vain,
if we don’t accomplish something we can collectively be proud of,

& even if we actually accomplish something,

what’s that shiny trophy really worth,
no one can tell oh well I’m just piercing the veil,
I better stop thinking too much & just get back to work before I get hurt,

because day dreaming doesn’t pay the bills,

but just because it never has doesn’t mean in never will,
anyways whatever I guess I'm feeling like the most Aggressive Pacifst,
writing with fury like a lion that’s furry or a porcupine that’s lost it’s quills,

but can't think of a single action that can change anything now or ever will,

but either way I still can't can’t shake this feeling,

that something’s inherently wrong,
I mean don’t get me wrong I’m totally enjoying the party,
but I still can't shake this lingering feeling that something evil's going on...

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
 Pantheon Prayers [57]

As I ponder upon a lookout at Acropolis,

my mind starts to wander as I wonder,
when did the sacred religion of the forests & Goddesses,
get transformed into a religion of Men & Martyrs,

I mean why do we mourn in Jerusalem for a fallen wall from past times,
when we can celebrate right now this miraculous moment of our lives,
Life Itself's a miracle don't hold grudges let divisive religious divisions go,
see through the lies that they supply to divide & then we can fnally unite,

wouldn't it be great if instead of Palestines & Jews shooting each other,

they got together made up gave hugs & realized that we're all family,
because in all actuality we are all God's children so we are all family,
but the only way this'll happen is if we let go of grudges we hold religiously,

I mean the only way there will ever be peace,

is if we just let all the blood shed in the past be a thing of the past,
we have to start by respecting the Tree of Life & turning over a new leaf,
& we have scores to settle from being hurt bad but we're better than that,

anyone can throw a punch,

but it takes a real man to turn the other cheek,
& I know it's a long shot but it's all that we've got,
& it's worth a try because this long shot is our only shot at peace,

please,
I beg of you don’t let them institutionalize your intuition,
show me your eyes,
if you let it Life can be a cooperation instead of a competition,

even though,
just for fun,
let’s have a staring contest,
show me,
your eyes,
because they usually reveal the only thing left that shows us what honest is,

& I know it’s rare that I’m of topic,

 but I’ve been taken aback by Acropolis & all it's awesomeness,

it's just so gorgeously gigantic & enormously gorgeous I just can't stand it,

as I stand feet planted on ancient sand between the Pillars of the Pantheon,
that tower built high & still towering in honor of the Goddess Athena,
the Goddess of Arts & Wisdom,
a true guardian & a great leader,

who gave strength & still does to anyone who is a True Believer,

believe me there’s such a thing as accepted rejection,

just like there’s such a thing as rejected acceptance,

both are equally destructive & unproductive to being constructive,

apart we fall as nothing at all but together we shape pyramids to perfection,
just look at what we can create Acropolis was made by what love did,
& I’m ready & willing when you are so just say when,

winds,
whip around my head as I bend,
my head to the book that I write in,
I’ve got a gift from God & He’s got a message to send,

so I put paper to pen as as I ponder upon a lookout at Acropolis,

my mind starts to wander as I wonder,
when did the sacred religion of the forests & Goddesses,
get transformed into a religion of Men & Martyrs,

I mean why do we mourn in Jerusalem for a fallen wall from past times,
when we can celebrate right now this miraculous moment of our lives,
life its-self's a miracle don't hold grudges let divisive religious divisions go,
see through the lies that they supply to divide & then we can fnally unite,

please,
I beg of you don’t let them institutionalize your intuition,
show me your eyes,
if you let it life can be a cooperation instead of a competition...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Passed Life & Over Death [58]

I’m so passed life,

I'm so over death,
& even though it’s always almost time,
don't hold your breath,
because it’s right now that’s important,
not whatever comes next,

so don’t hold your breath until breathless unless you're stressed & restless,
because there's no rush to exit plus everyone's already on Death's Guest List,

so slow down & don't hold your breath,

or go ahead & do 'til your face turns blue,
doesn’t matter either way to me to be honest,
& it probably doesn’t matter either way to you too,

the truth,
is I just want to lay in this grass,
look up at the sky,
& watch the clouds as they pass,

because like I’m so passed life,

& like I'm so over death,

I mean,
I’ve already heard it all before so I'm rarely amazed,
even used to think I knew everything but now I know I don't know much,
plus I don't remember much of what I thought I knew anymore anyways,

I’ve had conversation about having conversations,

about conversations I’ve had,
I've even brought up the fact that I've had all these conversations,
& then took it upon myself to have a conversation with someone about that,

but I don’t remember any of these past conversations,

or the conversation about the conversation that have passed,
or even much of the conversation that's currently being had,
in fact I don't remember much of anything at all that's happened in the past,
 told you before I don’t remember much of anything anymore,

I don’t remember anymore,

nor do I care about remembering anything any more,
I don’t care about any thing anymore,
I don't care about things or memories or ors,

because I don’t desire any thing anymore nor want any more anymores,

I only want to be in love with everyone right now,

& have experiences that I feel will forever last,
that & I also want to lay in this grass,
look up at the sky & watch the clouds pass,

because,

I’m so passed life,

I'm so over death,
& even though it’s always almost time,
don't hold your breath,
because it’s right now that’s important,
not whatever comes next,

so don’t hold your breath...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Past The Point Of No Return [59]

Past the point of no return,

all lines drawn have now been blurred,
to be on fre you must be burned,
don't be so anxious you'll get your turn,

the prophets made profts of prophetic topics,

which caused the oddest of audits to not be so honest,

I'm honest the comets tore open the promise,

which uncovered our eyes that were previously protective optics,
so when the president promised the residents progress it was obvious,
in present tense that the bombs dropped for justice were just total nonsense,

but they certainly did justice for corporate conquest contests that's evident,

Colonial Columbus,
corrupted conquests,
Conquistadors conquered,
criminals honored,

say your prayers for the Dragon Slayer,

Lady of Justice is blind but we still pay her,
you think it's all real but it's all really just vapors,
so show me you're realness right now or bye I'm out maybe see you later,

'cause I've got to go,

I'm gone, I'm gone,
I've got to go,
so long, so long,

gone,

past the point of no return,

all lines drawn have now been blurred,
to be on fre you must be burned,
don't be so anxious you'll get your turn...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Peace Fool [60]

Please don’t bring that drama around me,

I’m on a mountain top with fresh air to breathe,
on a mountain top at peace meditating for world peace,
so please don’t bring that needless drama around me,

there's a sign I've seen that hangs on the doors of monks in the Himalayas,
it says “Please do not disturb I'm meditating.”,
so if you're disruptive with dysfunctions then just pretend when we meet,
that I'm that door there's a sign on me & what it says above is what it reads,

hey there there’s a saying that says,

“Life’s too short to argue with idiots.”,
so no I’m not having it with any of these manic mannequins,
nope not at all not even the littlest bit,

not possible to be provoked into the obstacle that these nonlogical fools bring,
not politicking with tricky politicians or arguing with anyone about anything,

I refuse to argue because I've got nothing to prove plus no time to lose,
so I meet with a few Jewels that were chosen to have the power to choose,
& that's it no time to waste there's too much at stake,
so I stay on point in place & say peace to the fools because I'm peaceful,

So please don’t bring that drama around me,

I’m on a mountain top with fresh air to breathe,
on a mountain top at peace meditating for world peace,
so please don’t bring that needless drama around me,

there's a sign I've seen that hangs on the doors of monks in the Himalayas,
it says “Please do not disturb I'm meditating.”,
so if you're disruptive with dysfunctions then just pretend when we meet,
that I'm that door there's a sign on me & what it says above is what it reads...

So peace fool!

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Peace In The Middle East [61]

Jews & Arabs had peace for centuries,

So don't tell me we've always been sworn enemies,

Sure we might have had a few minor scufes,

But never ever before did we turn whole families to rubble,

since when were we not bothered by kids living without fathers & mothers?
Since when were we not concerned by the burden of leaving others hurting?

Seriously,
when did war start winning,
when did we enter Dante’s Inferno,
& exit God’s Garden of Eden,

& why is blood & gore the only thing viewed,

on the nightly news & the proceedings programs these evenings,
plus anytime a mascot of peace & hope appears,
he gets cut down & is shown in the streets dying & bleeding,

& the ironic thing is,

it’s Muslims that kill the Muslims preaching peace,
just like,
it’s Jews that kill the Jews preaching peace,

see it seems that all violence rests on the end of the any side that's extreme,

just look at Anwar El Sadat,

gunned down by a Muslim fanatic,
or a few years ago when the tragic stabbing of Yitzhak Rabin happened,
& showed the reality we live in in a way that's disastrous,

& this cycle of violence spreads like a bad habit or a disease that's cancerous,

can't we just,
see that the only way there'll ever be peace,
is if we stop dwelling on the killings from the past,
& start living right now in this currently moment of our reality,
 seriously,
These atrocities,
are worse than any of the plagues,
or any destructive disease,

please,

we need,
Peace,
At least,
enough to be able to have some room to breathe,

because I'm feeling claustrophobic,

in this body I'm trapped in,
but don't blame me I didn't choose to be born Jewish,
any more than any one chose to be born Muslim it just somehow happened,

I didn't choose for Israel to be the new old land of the Jews,
that was done by the British lines drawn the same way as India & Pakistan,
but now the land is Jewish & things are as they are,
& the only way to move forward is to forgive whatever happened back then,

remember when,
way back when when there was no us or them,
there was only us so there was only trust,
way back when we shared a father & our father's name was Abraham?

We're one people,

one family,
we're all humans so please show me some humanity,
it seems we've lost all sanity & obey no laws not even the law of gravity,

they give us money & weapons in place of space that's safe in the form of aid,
but how can weapons possibly bring peace,
it’s not a coincidence that the two biggest recipients of American Aid,
is the Israeli government & the Egyptian military,

all we really need is love because love is the only way so show us some love,
& then at least hopefully we will fnally fnd peace in the Middle East.

Δ Aaron LaLux Δ
 Perception [62]

Please,

don’t get upset over perspectives,

especially assumed perspectives,
a lot of things get lost in translation & perception,
plus Reality like everything else is only subjective & not at all objective,

& the root of all disappointment is expectations based on presumptions,

made by assumptions that came from preconceived ideas based on nothing,

& this is without exception even if it seems a bit excessive,

which is why I told you in the frst line don't get upset over perspectives,

it's just that most people are directionless with no direction & no directive,

& yes it can be frustrating,

but so can anything if you let it,
& you can bet if you get upset over someone's misdirected perspective,
you might just do something preemptively aggressive & instantly regret it,

& I mean this without edit because if it wasn't the truth I wouldn't've said it,

& don't forget it,

& also remember to remember this next bit after you read it,

everyone’s got a diferent perspective,

so if you get upset at someone else’s perspective,
you have to expect & accept that that someone will also get upset with,
your perspective of their perspective & that is the problem with perception,

so the next time you get upset at something remember to just forget it,
& I don't mean this to sound ofensive I'm just putting it into perspective,
& I don't mean this to sound repetitive but I have to repeat it so you'll get it,
& speaking of repeating also remember this next next bit after you read it,

we already hold such little control over so much in this world,

for instance this existence, each other, & even this instant we're in,
so don't lose control over one of the few things we hold which is our temper,
 all over one of the only other things we hold which is our perception,

because those are the only two things we control other than our intentions,

so if you don’t want the exterior world to afect your interior goals,
then the only way to do this is to put it all in perspective,

& this means having the objective to not get upset over perspectives,

& this is most efective used as a tool to defect the abuse from ofensives,
sent from fools that have nothing to lose except their senses,
see their ofensives are actually sent 'cause they're being defensive,
so don't pay them any mind or attention by giving them any mentions,

just thank them for reminding you that everything's just perspective,

& please,

don’t get upset over perspectives,

especially assumed perspectives,
a lot of things get lost in translation & perception,
plus Reality like everything else is only subjective & not at all objective,

& the root of all disappointment is expectations based on presumptions,

made by assumptions that came from preconceived ideas based on nothing,

& this is without exception even if it seems a bit excessive,

which is why I told you in the frst line don't get upset over perspectives...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Philae Temple of Isis [63]

Writings written upon,

a marbled granite podium,
placed at the epicenter,
of the Philae Temple in Aswan,

dedicated to the Goddess Isis,

in the name of Health Marriage & Wisdom,
a labor of Love is what life is,
& the Light is what’s within Him,

Him as in I,
at the Philae Temple where I write this,
as a spiritual scribe of our times raising the vibe & the tide with His rhymes,
& hopefully also our collective consciousness all in honor of the Goddess Isis,

I write this,
so hopefully I’ll enjoy the fruits of my labors in the afterlife,
after the seeds that I sow grow become the tree that has grown,
& all of this goes in a literary sarcophagus for the whole global populous,

as I write this,
upon a marbled granite podium,
placed at the epicenter,
of the Philae Temple in Aswan,

on one,
been on one for awhile,
at least a lifetime see these lines are on Time like this Temple's on this island,
the books are the Temple I am the island & Time is the Nile,

I mean literally I'm in Philae Temple & it's on an island in The Nile,

Child,
you have so much growing up to do,
respect comes with wisdom,
& wisdom comes with truth,

& truth will set you free,

 remember that even if you forget me,

which is why I write these reminders,

like the one I write today,
upon this podium of marble,
in this book on this page,

in this race that eventually takes everyone of us away,

wait,

if you forget everything else I say remember this one thing I will now say,

take,
the time,
to love,
those that love you,

let,
this life,
be,
a labor of love,

& let that love be the aura that totally & always surrounds you,

close your eyes open up your heart,

that sound you hear is what life is,
& in the name of The Goddess Isis I wish you Health & Wisdom,
from upon the marbled granite podium where I write this,

placed at the epicenter of the Philae Temple in Aswan,

to you wherever in the world you are when you fnd this,
take the time to love those that love you,
there is no higher truth to live so give & get love 'cause only love enlightens,

P.S.

In case you forgot,

this message has been brought to you by the Eternal Goddess Isis...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Philosophical Poets [64]

As I write these words in Greece at Castalian Springs,

I fnd myself next in line in the line of a long lineage of poets,
which is why I know I must continue to write all things,
alive currently at Delphi & God doesn’t must not want me to go yet,

because even though Lord knows I’ve tried,

more than a few times to end it I haven't been successful,
I guess God’s got a plan for me whether or not I want to admit it,
I accept it see I’m not the one that invents it I’m just the one that pen’s it,

in other words I'm not the One where the message comes,
from I'm just the One that sends it,

similar to Hermes,
not Hermes like purses but Hermes like Mercury,
which would explain why I'm presently at the birthplace,
of Western Philosophy known to historians as Delphi,

Messenger to The Gods like Hermes,

in a tank top with no shirtsleeves,
writing with a purpose wherever I may be at currently on Earth's surface,
these verses I serve with a higher purpose are literally my literary liturgies,

&,

I suppose,
my ignorant hater foes,
will dismiss this all as pretend & pretentious,

after all,
how could a runaway street kid,
have grown to write such eloquent sentences,

such as,
this which is,
obviously an admissive admittance without repentance,

I suppose,
 it would take a miracle,
that plus a lot of forgiveness in the place of endless vengeance,

which is why while,

the Haters hate I’ll,
continue to grow & until one day I go in an instant,

&,
the wise ones all recognize,
that I’m humbly here in service as their apprentice,

& they respect this,

so they choose me to transmute these,
important messages into poetry then represent it,

so until I grow old & go,

I will show the antidote quote for quote to those folks with souls to behold,
because everything I transmit is from the One that sent us,

till fnally my body eats itself,

the Spiral of Cycles repeats itself,
& I am sent back to the Ever-Present Essence,
,
when my body is old & it's time to go,
I will gladly go even though my Soul’s forever young,
because the same Eternal Springs from which I drink I'm also replenished,

a breath of fresh air,

a drink of fresh water,
this is what efervescence is,

see I see Death,

& I show that I know Death,
but I am Eternal Life which means I'll continue living even when breathless,

& that,
plus these tomes of poems,
are & is exactly what forever is,

thing is,
 only thing that dies is ego,
there is no Self so those that are Immortal are also selfess,

yes,
I said this,
as I explore every crevice,

& spread this,

light like,
it’s infectious,

while,
at the same time,
denying every vice that tries to possess this,

writing,
words poetically,
so hopefully eventually you’ll get the messages,

in this,
Poetry & Philosophy,
see really they’re one in the same,
poetry is a way of writing philosophically,
& poetry can be used as a way to explain,
philosophy in a more poetic way,
& philosophy works the same,
philosophy is a way of looking at life’s pictures from poetic frames,

poetically,
together philosophy & poetry work symbiotically,
both arts allowing each other,
to be expressed efectively,

which is why I fnd it appropriate that this poet is,

writing these words at Delphi in Greece feet in the Castalian Springs,
the next in the line of a long lineage of poets,
which is why I know I must continue to write all things,

in a long line of Poetic Philosophers,

& Philosophical Poets,
from Socrates to Pluto to Homer,
 composing scientifc sonnets,
no over simplistic nonsense,
because I don’t know if ignorance really is bliss,
but I do know that wisdom is intense & exists in every instant,
& that's why I write line after line with a discipline that consistent,

& that’s why it’s nice,

to take some time,
to get out of your own head,
& not be so stuck in your own mind,
plus most of the time stress isn’t worth the time,
no time to waste can’t aford it at all so pay your stress no mind,

I think therefore I am,

I am therefore I think,
philosophical pangrams,
we are always at the brink,
even now while writing at Castilian Springs,
swimming in the Fountain of Youth come on take a drink,

as I continue writing these words in Greece at Castalian Springs,

I fnd myself next in line in the line of a long lineage of poets,
which is why I know I must continue to write all things,
alive currently at Delphi & God doesn’t must not want me to go yet,

because even though Lord knows I’ve tried,

more than a few times to end it I haven't been successful,
I guess God’s got a plan for me whether or not I want to admit it,
I accept it see I’m not the one that invents it I’m just the one that pen’s it,

in other words I'm not the One where the message comes,
from I'm just the One that sends it...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Picture Perfect [65]

Nothing nor anyone is picture perfect,

the jury’s back & has reached it’s verdict,
it's found us all innocent due to the Insanity Defense,
so we're cleared of all Crimes Against Humanity acquitted even if we did it,
which makes sense since all us artists are psychos from Van Gogh to Picasso,
none of us are perfect but were not murderers still we're viewed suspicious,
so they isolate us & at the same time praise our greatness,
they handshake us while keeping us at the same distance an arm's length is,
gossiping about our faws like we're not also humans & as humans mess up,
pointing out our mistakes so they feel better when they're mistaken,
even though we all know no one is perfect & there’s no other way to word it,
been on the defense for so long that I don't even remember what I was sayin,'

or where it was or is that we're headed,

“I'm disorientated please be kind enough to remind me where we're headed?”

Where is it we’re headed,

headed in an unknown direction,
direction diferent than destination,
though both of those are unbeknownst to him,

his entire plan is crumbling,

resistance has been futile for awhile,
only option is admittance,
because a lack of admittance is just a weak form of denial,

can’t swim & win against a changing tide,

guess maybe it's best to just go with the fow & see where it goes,
just foat in this boat try to get to know some folks & enjoy the ride,
even though at times it's wild with all these Schitzos Nymphos & Weirdos,
don't hide just improvise don't worry there's nothing to lose but your mind,
so live your life help your friends survive & don't try & be a hero,

I mean you can deny that you're on this ride,

if you really want to,
whatever helps you sleep better at night,
go ahead & choose to refuse to see the truth if it helps you snooze,
 whatever makes you feel better,
especially if ignorance really is bliss,
go ahead & tell your docile child to run wild,
& go play in the La Brea Tar Pits,
just warn them watch out for crocodiles & pedophiles,
because we all know in LA they both exist,

& they just may lay right there in those Tar Pits next to LACMA,
right there on La Brea & Wilshire,
from dinosaur graves turned to unicorn slaves no one is well behaved,
in this Pre-Expired Empire of Ill Sires in their metal chariots of wheeled tires,

I feel like we’re all liars & we will all tire one day once our will tires,

well either way ,

all I've got say is I feel real tired,
maybe it's that haze that always lays lazily in the grays of LA,
I don't know but anyways I was wondering do you also feel real tired?

Will tire,
as we all do eventually,
then we’ll have no way to have our souls saved except to donate,
all the pilfered treasures from our world empire to charity anonymously,

see,

nothing is picture perfect,

never was nor ever will be,
writing ourselves & riding ourselves in circles,
like Samsara in Buddhism or Ouroboros in Alchemy,

or I suppose in Catholicism where where we are is a result of all this sinnin',

which means you could call this place we're placed in Purgatory,

only way to break this cycle,

is to let go & surrender,
Nirvana is more than Kurt Cobain,
it’s emancipation from the Soul's pain & all it’s grandeur,

grant her,
 liberation from this aggregated cyclical cynical system,

grant him,
liberation from the beliefs into which he’s been disciplined,

send her send him,

an invitation for unrestricted ascension,
to a place of,
unconditional acquiesce,

from nowhere & everywhere,

embrace the release of all imperfections,
because no thing nor any one is perfect,
never was is or will be so the only thing we need is emancipation,

emancipate yourself from mental slavery,

none but yourself can set you free,
because nothing nor anyone is perfect,
never was is or will be,

nothing nor anyone is picture perfect,

the jury’s back & has reached it’s verdict,
it's found us all innocent due to the Insanity Defense,
so we're cleared of all Crimes Against Humanity acquitted even if we did it,
which makes sense since all us artists are psychos from Van Gogh to Picasso,
none of us are perfect but were not murderers still we're viewed suspicious,
so they isolate us & at the same time praise our greatness,
they handshake us while keeping us at the same distance an arm's length is,
gossiping about our faws like we're not also humans & as humans mess up,
pointing out our mistakes so they feel better when they're mistaken,
even though we all know no one is perfect & there’s no other way to word it,
been on the defense for so long that I don't even remember what I was sayin,'

or where it was or is that we're headed,

“I'm disorientated please be kind enough to remind me where we're headed?”

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆

LACMA, Los Angeles, California; May 2018

 Place The Face & Face The Place (No More Fear) [66]

It’s like I’ve seen that face before,

in a dream or something but can’t quite place it,
it’s like I remember having a memory of you,
but can’t quite remember it & at the same time can't erase it,

face it,
the facts are basic,
some people have been sinning so long they can’t right their wrongs,
so instead of sobering up they just get more wasted,
following new trends that all seem outdated,
stop hiding from yourself it’s time to shine & face it,
you used to be your own worst enemy & got too used to that,
when in fact you’re your own best friend much more than an acquaintance,

so don’t be scared of your own emotions,

let your Love Light shine on in amazement,
you are a manifested miracle you are everything divine,
you are a white owl & a black raven,

open,
no more fear life is too short to be scared stif,
stand up uncurl be here right now,
& accept that God gave you some of His most magnifcent gifts,

tired & anxious wired & sedated wondering how we got in this predicament,

what has happened to all out glory,

what’s become of all our greatness,
I guess we lost our identity in defnitions,
& now the mirror's broken but we still have to face it,

It’s like I’ve seen that face before,

in a dream or something but can’t quite place it,
it’s like I remember having a memory of you,
but can’t quite remember it & at the same time can't erase it...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Please Don’t Touch The Religious Objects [67]

‘Please Don’t Touch The Religious Objects’,

we are Honest Consciousness,
conscious comets crashing past the obnoxious nonsense,
& leaving behind a trail of tales to tell in a stream of consciousness,

so no we don't need any greedy beings trying to conquer or bother us,

on this,
mountain in Moonland,
triple rainbow reafrming,
our existence in this instance,

in this,
monastery where Tantra was born into existence,
it's tragic that,
most of those in the West don't even know what Tantra is,

at this,
monastery with two Tantric monks & two Novices,
with only a few words on the wall displayed which read,
‘Please Don’t Touch The Religious Objects’,

so don’t touch us or the statues because we're also religious objects,

don’t attempt to infect or inject any unrighteous disrespect into us,
as the tourists come to take photos we just stay focused,
too busy to mind the mind we fnd the line align our spines & our chakras,

last night in,

India at least for now,
might be my last life,
in this human existence as well,

almost time to fnally fnd Nirvana,

& be freed from Samsara,
because I'm an Old Soul in a young body,
born in Hollywood not Tibet so I'm a Pop Poetry writer instead of a Lama,

could go at any moment,

 so I leave these modern scriptures as tokens,
for others to read & hopefully fnd their own teachings in the meanings,
so that they may make their own translations from these messages,

& also fnd some sense in this Obscene Scene that is this world we live in,
but that scene is down in Babylon & right now we're on a mountain praying,

drums beating,
monks singing,
candles burning,
prayers serving,
sun setting,
sky raining,
pen painting,
words saying,
soul praying,
no saying,
no thing,
no touching,
any things,

‘Please Don’t Touch The Religious Objects’ is all that's uttered,

only honest words written in all their silent honestness,

as felds of dreams meet streams of consciousness,

no nonsenseness only comets coming in constant constantness,
so look write read pray believe just don’t try to stop or bother us,
& remember one thing, ‘Please Don’t Touch The Religious Objects’,

‘Please Don’t Touch The Religious Objects’,

we are Honest Consciousness,
conscious comets crashing past the obnoxious nonsense,
& leaving behind a trail of tales to tell in a stream of consciousness,

so no we don't need any greedy beings trying to conquer or bother us,

on this,
mountain in Moonland,
triple rainbow reafrming,
our existence in this instance...
∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Poetic Hermetics [68]

I am not a Minister,
though I do administer,
the teaching that other’s preach,
though I’m not a Preacher either,
but I am a Believer,
& yes I believe,
but I have nothing to show to anyone unless they are ready & willing,
because unless they ready & willing they will not be able to see,
because the frustrating thing about a any Cynic is,
no matter what you say to them they still won’t believe,

see,
only when the student is ready will the teacher fnally appear,
see one of the greatest lessons one can ever learn is how to learn,
you must weather many storms before the sky fnally becomes clear,

see I've met undeniable Death & I've lived an incredible Life,
I've given & given until I had nothing left,
because only with empty hands,
can you hold Life's most precious gifts,
& you've got to empty not only your hands but also your mind,
so that when it's fnally time to receive you will be able to fully accept,
the knowledge & wisdom handed down through Time,
to you from many Initiates which originated with Trismegistus,

& I did all this,

so when it was fnally time to be taught all I brought was an open mind,
& I’ve been taught to subdue my passions through practiced discipline,
which I use to focus my emotions put practice into action & write these lines,

plus I'm patient so I'm taught well,

which is why I have no desire retire in a ball of fre as an obnoxious martyr,
I'd much rather channel my energy for the good of humanity,
because Hate might move faster than Love but love goes much farther,

seriously,
why would I want to be crucifed,
I mean real anger can be a real danger,
 when one doesn’t know how to distinguish truth from lies,

& that is exactly why I have no desire to be the next Jesus,

nor do I want to be the Neo Leo,
getting criticized for showing up to environmental protests,
because the car I drove there in wasn’t “eco”,

nor do I want to be a Minister,

told you in the beginning I’m not a preacher,
so please remember when the student is ready,
that is when he will meet his teacher,

& now we’ve come full circle,

because everything trends,
plus you know what they say,
as it was in the beginning so it shall be in the end.

So tell me this,
is this the end of the beginning or the beginning of the end,
it's a trick question because there is no diference all truths are self evident,
& as it was in the beginning so it shall be in the end.

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Post Religion Apocalyptic Epoch [69]

What’s up,
what’s going on with you these days,
how have you been where have you been
just wanted to let you know that I still love you,
because I know it’s been awhile,
some would even say forever or at least that's what it feels like,
but forever feels like only a moment when you're immortal,
as an Endless Infnite Being living in Infnity,

tell me,
what’s your truth,
why do you rise in the morning what're the motives for your motions,
do you pray & if you do how do you pray & to whom do you pray to,
& how do you handle the hate & do you always make room for the love,
& why do you struggle at all I mean seriously what’s the use,
stress isn't worth the stress so why subject yourself to what feels incorrect,
instead of this try to relax fnd some perspective & learn to listen to you,

we've been misled by the stimulants that we're fed,

to believe that material things are more important than human beings,
we worship inanimate objects like they have a life of their own,
which is why instead of making eye contact we just look down at a screen,

checking Facebook Messenger & our Twitter feeds,

preferring to live life vicariously through tweets than to live the real thing,

living life & doing things not for the experience but for the likes it gets,
our only vice is being guided by the eye of the Public's biases,
victims of our own timelines we traded away our sovereignty for notoriety,
what is this society what happened to the days of Prince Ra & Princess Isis,

or more correctly The Days of The God Ra & The Goddess Isis.

Where have the Gods gone?

Are all the Gods gone?

Are we living in a Post-Religion-Apocalyptic Epoch of Existence?

 Everything’s possible I guess,

I guess,
either way it isn't worth the stress,
I guess just be blessed & let everything click & fall into place,
because one must confess we are the honest embodiment of much success.

& success comes,

after lots of yes,
so say yes,
just say yes.

& hey Bless what’s up,

what’s going on with you these days,
how have you been where have you been
just wanted to let you know that I still love you,
because I know it’s been awhile,
some would even say forever or at least that's what it feels like,,
but forever feels like only a moment when you're immortal,
as an Endless Infnite Being living in Infnity,

& all these words ofer us up everything except apologies,

actually,
fck it,
apologies as well,

there,
I said it,
might as well say I'm sorry because it seems I've said everything else,

so I apologize.

“I apologize on behalf of all men we messed up & I accept that,

but honestly we didn't know what else we were supposed to do,
& please don't misconstrue this apology as an excuse,
because there is no excuse for the way we gave away all this abuse,
it's just we were fatherless all our were leaders lacked commonsense,
& this miscreants mislead us into thinking that is was cool to mistreat you,
so we lost our morals & all common decency as we lost our commonsense,
& you didn't bother to tell us either because you're as lost as us too,
 so on behalf of all men I apologize in all my honestness,
but honestly we didn't know what to do see we were as lost as you.”,

in this microcosm somewhat awesome mini-universe called Los Angeles,

in this mini-universe called Los Angeles,

we lost our angel wings,
in a place where everything seems easy,
but then again nothing is what it seems,
navigating through the soulless glows of low neon egos,
plastic smiles & absent minded sidetracks with high self esteem,
where good ideas meet bad company & they make a movie out of it,
& you can sign a contract for millions but can't buy backs your dreams,

see its seems,

we are all sleepwalking in this day dream,
& truth be told sometimes all I want to do,
is walk down the hill I'm on from Mulholland to Hollywood Blvd. & scream,

“AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAH!”,

it must be so liberating to be a mad man,

but these days,

in most cases crazy is dismissed as lost,
meanwhile Madmen on Television make bad decisions,
while still portraying the American Dream slogan that “Money is Boss.”,
& therefore you should make more at all costs,
but what good is made if while your getting paid but your soul is getting lost?

What good is money,

without peace of mind,
because you can’t escape yourself no matter how much money you make,
or how many drugs you take because you can't get away no matter how high,

so even if you forget all of this because of short term memory loss,
remember that fact even if you don't remember why,

see before I had money,

& I’d complain about inequality & they'd call me bitter,
& after I got money,
 & complained about inequality they called me hypocritical,

well,
you can make some of the people happy all the time,
& all of the people happy some of the time,
but you can’t make all the people happy all the time,

ah well,
I never asked to be their abused Muse anyways,
nevertheless I became a slave to my art was consumed too soon,
& the same thing that had freed me made me enslaved,

& I've got so much more to say,

but I'm simply exhausted right now & can't continue to elaborate,
because it's been a long night I'm tired,
& I just want to fnd a place to lay my God what a day,

what a day,
what a day it’s been,
feels like it’s been days since I’ve seen you,
lifetimes even,

please come see me,

I've got so many reasons for you to visit,
& you've got not one reason not to,
so please come at once I insist that you come this instant,

come check in before we both check out,

& when you arrive I will only have one question & it's this,

“What's up?”,

what’s up,
what’s going on with you these days,
how have you been where have you been
just wanted to let you know that I still love you,
because I know it’s been awhile,
some would even say forever or at least that's what it feels like,
but forever feels like only a moment when you're immortal,
as an Endless Infnite Being living in Infnity...
∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Pray For Love [70]

I had my shirt of,

like I usually do,
letting my chest breathe,
getting some fresh air for my fresh tattoos,

from the 40th foor,

I had taken the elevator,
I was just looking to clean my drawers in the laundry room,
I was not looking to encounter an Agitator,

but Agitators are as common as Alligators in this cement swamp I guess,

I mean I know this is Manhattan,

& a lot of people here are often upset,
but I hadn’t even left the apartment building yet,
so encountering an Agitator was not something I thought I had to expect,
but I guess Haters are Agitators that're kinda like canker sores,
they sometimes appear outta nowhere & therefore seem ever-present,

at any rate I stepped,

out of the elevator,
heading to the laundry room minding my own when I was met,
by a member of that well known species the Common Hater,

it was the apartment manager,

armed a radio & complete with a tacky suit,
which complimented perfectly well,
his lack of charm & tacky attitude,
I was already on guard,
because I'm always alarmed when I come across a tacky suit,
because I'm a real man & as any real man knows,
the suit doesn't make the man the man makes the suit,
he told me I had to wear a shirt,
as if my bare body was lewd,
I told him straight to his face,
“Come on man, look dude,”
“you talk like you’ve never known freedom,
in your entire life,
 a victim of your own perception a cheap imitation of God’s creation,
so the irony's not lost on me that you are your Soul’s own worse vice.”,

“And I see right through,

that cheap two piece suit,
because it’s the attitude you wear,
not the clothes that really defne you.”,
“God made man,
but man made your suit,
so why do you care & why are you stressed about a man's bare chest,
& how'd you get your perspectives so totally skewed?”,

I wasn’t trying to be rude,

truly I wasn’t trying too,
I spoke to him in a tone of respect,
because respect is something I’m accustomed to,

still he took ofense & sent me to get a shirt,

& I wanted to argue but my energy's to precious to waste on some jerk,

so I ascended back,
up to the 40th foor,
where I said a prayer for that apartment manager,
wishing that his pockets & Soul wouldn’t stay so poor,

so hopefully he can become a little more enlightened,

& his day can become a bit more brightened,
that way he can have the luxury to be able to be more philosophical,
& through that process become more thoughtful & have his wrongs righted,

see,

whenever someone ofends us,

we must remember to not take it personal,
some people are just so full of hate that they radiate hate,
& that makes it seem like they hate us but that hate's not purposeful,

they’ve just,
been locked in a box they’re entire life,
boxed in by there own insecurities & discriminations,
then they attempt to compensate their insecurities with fake egos & lies,
 lying to themselves as a way to make their immoral actions justifed,
but at the end of the day all they make is themselves spiritually paralyzed,

& I saw all that hate & frustration,

shining through that beady pair of ignorant eyes,
but I'm not one to get caught up in the BS that's brought up by lost shmucks,
so instead of argue I went upstairs to recalibrate harmonize,
because life's too short to argue with stupid people,
plus there's nothing worse than stooping down to a level as low as Satan,
& never underestimate the danger of someone with nothing to lose,
weighed risk vs reward & found that I had nothing to gain by engaging,

instead I went upstairs & said a prayer,

then I sat in the lotus pose on the 40th foor & ohm’d,
understanding that I smell like priceless freedom & sandalwood,
& he smells like imprisonment & cheap cologne,
so while I take the time to smell the roses & be in the moment,
he's always in a rush to get home & be alone,

& I forgive such lost souls,

for they know not what they do,
they are so flled with hate,
that they're blind to true love & real truth & that’s The Truth,

so I pray,
not just for him but for all the other Hurt Hearts on our planet,
I pray they all heal from their hurt,
in fact I pray we're out healed so we can repair all that's been damaged,
because it's amazing how many problems can be fxed if we just learn to love,
so I pray one day we will be able to hold each other without attachment,

connect but not attached so we can fnally be free at last,

I pray,
for unconditional love I pray,
because unconditional love for all,
is the only way we’ll all be saved,

after my prayers I put my shirt on knowing he couldn’t harm me,

& descended back down in the elevator to do my laundry…
∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Prayer For Peace [71]

The Prophets have preached peace for thousands of years,

still we don’t see the Love through the Tears or the peace through the fears,

how hypocritical can we be,

killing in The Name,
of the same prophets that preached peace,
this madness must cease this violence is insane,

Jesus,
we just need trust,
which is what The Prophets preach,
but it seems that peace is something most of us don’t trust,

Jesus we must trust,

please Lord in the name of peace help the Blind see,
I mean how can we see so much,
while at the same time still be so selfshly naive?

It’s as if,
Joseph showed us,
that we all possess the gifts,
if only we’d stop our petty squabbles long enough to just grow up & notice,

but instead we're stuck in The Human Dilemma,

which makes sense since we are embodying The Paradox of Man,
see we seem to think with God’s Head but act with the Devil’s Hands,
this nonsense is so tragically ironic I want to vomit & at the same time laugh,

& I would if,

this that contradicts that wasn’t so sad,
& I'd be good if,
the situation that our bad actions have us trapped in didn't seem so bad,

I mean not to speculate,

but I fear that if today was the day that Jesus came back & appeared,
He’d return in tears & force us to endure God’s wrath,
for all of our despicable acts that we've committed over the years,
 because we’ve been told how to act,
& how to walk along the righteous path,
still we continue to betray our Brothers like Judas,
shaking hands with each other then stabbing each other in the backs,

see it’s obvious,

that all of this war must soon cease,
whether by force from The Hand of God or willingly,
either way we must soon have some peace,

so please,
close your eyes & open your heart,
let us fnd the salvation that we solemnly seek,
I solemnly swear we can live together once we realize who we really are,

we can walk tall with our arms open wide,

see not all prayer is done while crouched on one knee,
acceptance that we're all God’s children lets us halt all violence & killings,
without exception war is disgusting so please let’s just have some peace,

see,

The Prophets have preached peace for thousands of years,

still we don’t see the Love through the Tears or the peace through the fears,

how hypocritical can we be,

killing in The Name,
of the same prophets that preached peace,
this madness must cease this violence is insane,

Jesus,
we just need trust,
which is what The Prophets preach,
but it seems that peace is something most of us don’t trust,

Jesus we must trust,

please Lord in the name of peace help the Blind see,
I mean how can we see so much,
while at the same time still be so selfshly naive?

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Presently Being [72]

The only way you’ll ever be happy,

is to be fully present here in The Present,
if you dwell in The Past with all of it's regrets,
you’ll be stuck in resentments that no longer exist & you'll regret it,
because instead of living in the only moment that there ever is,
which is The Present your life will pass & you'll wonder where it all went,

so please breathe open your eyes see this miracle called Life & be present.

the only way you'll ever be happy,

is if you can fully be present here in The Present,
if you speculate about The Future with all it's uncertainties,
you’ll be stuck in worries that're speculative or hopes that're hypothetic,
which will in no way beneft yourself or whoever you're spending time with,
see the only way you’ll ever be happy is if you you're fully be in The Present,

& this isn’t to discredit your depression,

it's just to say that life can be amazing if you just let it,

Amen,

can I get a witness,

or better yet can I get a contestant,
to add to the conversation,
that we're currently having in The Present,
to stress this point that,
we're currently expressing,
which is that time is best spent,
by living life right here in The Present,

& if you concur with the sentiment that's occurred in this present tense,
in other words if the message here is something you endorse,
then kindly assist in reminding us that if one dwells too much in the past,
all they'll fnd lingering there is passe emotions & harsh remorse,
& if one dwells too far in the future they're sure to become depressed,
because all they’ll fnd waiting for them there is Death of course,

so please,
 just be,
presently here,
there's no need to be anywhere else,

no future,
nor past,
no need to worry,
in this moment where we presently are,

see,

the only way you’ll ever be happy,

is to be fully present here in The Present,
if you dwell in The Past with all of it's regrets,
you’ll be stuck in resentments that no longer exist & you'll regret it,
because instead of living in the only moment that there ever is,
which is The Present your life will pass & you'll wonder where it all went,

so please breathe open your eyes see this miracle called Life & be present...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Prolifc [73]

He’s Prolifc He’s Gifted,

He’s Twisted He's Sadistic,
He's Sad & He's Mad but He's doing Terrifc,
a Prophet that speaks on all topics beats all odds & refuses to be a Statistic,

He's every Word ever written in every sentence,

He's every Sound ever heard in all of Human Existence,
He's Lost He's Found He's Honest He's on it He’s got it,
He's a Happenin' Captain He gives wisdom & gets visions He gets it,
He's on a mission with these linguistics whatever this is He is this,
all real all the time no marketing or gimmicks,
He was lifted from the chemical additives that were mixed in this ,
He is the Organic Answer to the Artifcial Questions they keep askin',

in this Imitation World He is a Modern Natural Mystic,

blessed with the linguistic skills to transmit this infnite instance,

He's the Whale the rest are just Fishes enlisted into this human existence,
He's Independent He's Addicted He's Oppressed He's Liberated,
Impulsive & Disciplined & Excited & Sedated & Intelligent & Ignorant,

He is a Divine Paradox of our Human Existence in this Immediate Instant,

He's an Obscene Scene in the not too far distance,
He's an Odd Doctor as well as Ill Patient He's both Patient & Insistent,
because He knows as in The Beginning so it shall be in The Ending,
see He’s both Less & More He’s both Real as well as Pretending,
He's a Well Kept Secret & He's The Truth that we keep sending,

see He is The Grand Finale as well as The Story That is Never Ending,

He’s Prolifc He’s Gifted,

He’s Twisted He's Sadistic,
He's Sad & He's Mad but He's doing Terrifc,
a Prophet that speaks on all topics beats all odds & refuses to be a Statistic...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 ProPheta [74]

You can not take a place with you,

we all know this to be true,
& I don’t want to leave these mountains,
but what else can I do?

I must descend back to Babylon,

for there’s knowledge to be shared,
& more work to be done,
work that can not be done from up here,

so as I sit here on an opal rock,

high in the Himalayas,
watching a white fox trot,
I say my prayers,

I pray for peace upon all of earth,

as I light with an incense & raise my gaze to The Heavens,
I pray that Humanity will be kind enough to fnd the heart to forgive Itself,
& I hope in the transition of letting also learns to let go of it's obsessions,

then I go,
on a wing & a prayer,
back down the mountain steady & slow,
to re-enter into the Devil’s Lair…

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Purpose of Reason [75]

Large meetings,
Lodge proceedings,
I don’t miss a thing,
because I'm all seeing,

see we have a purpose for being,

because we've got a purpose of reason,
plus we know our options are either be praised & worshiped,
or be beaten murdered & eaten,

so I've got battle wounds from battling goons within Babylon's tombs,
but I've also got God’s gauze on to stop the bleeding,
because God is my designer & He designed me,
as grandiose & unique as an entire gallery of museums,

plus He grafted my genes complete with the potent combination of,

the secret to success which is complete discipline mixed with total freedom,
which gives me the recipe to defeat all the Creeps that keep creepin',
plus it keeps my 3rd Eye wide open even when I'm sleepin',

so no I don’t fear anyone or anything especially not any of the Heathens,

because God’s not my back around the clock all year & in all seasons,
see when you move with a purpose you don’t need a reason,
so don't betray us or you’ll fnd yourself hung from your tongue for treason...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Puzzle Pieces (Found In The Gardens of Pena) [76]

written in Sintra,
a bit bedazzled at a big castle feeling like a New Age Ninja,
so psyched I can barely type electrifed from this eccentric life,
plus I'm high I climbed 3 mountains today & explored the Gardens of Pena,

we were a trio,
a girl another guy & I,
but that was then now I’m alone at my castle with nothing but these words,
that I write in a desperate attempt to adequately describe this life of mine,

I mean hey I know I can't explain it all but give me a break I'm tryin',
come on give me one name of someone as assigned to these lines as I am,
who else sets aside this much time & as a sacrifce often doesn't socialize
in order serve these sentences like they're serving a sentence & doing time,

see I’m alone tonight,

& alone has never felt so good,
I’ve made a conscious decision to dedicate my life to these writings,
so that hopefully eventually the unexplainable can fnally be understood,

now do you understand?

Seriously do you understand?
Yes no maybe so,
well for the sake of clarifcation let me spell it out for you then,

I write this list,

which is a thesis that features poems as pieces of our collective puzzle pieces,
plus I include the keys needed to achieve the right kind of insight to see with,
so hopefully each poem piece will fall into place before we fall into pieces,
in this experience that exists & is a part of us even if we don't perceive it,
until the big picture is revealed & we see what this existence really is,

this,
is not,
a,
poem,

this is a message in a bottle,

 carried across the Seas of Time,
in other words this is an act of devotion in an Ocean of Emotions in Motion,
one of a kind this is one of the not so secret ingredients to Love Potion #9,

& I know with all the commotion things might seem a bit precarious,
& you might feel somewhat overloaded but don't worry we'll be fne,

we're doing fne all in due time we'll cross that bridge when we come to it,

for now just trying to stay on subject,

attempting to be critically constructive,
& at the same time appease the public,
without getting to deep into the topics,
of numerology & how it's all symbolic,

because Reality's a bitter pill to swallow so I'm trying to keep it simple,

so it's easy to digest everyone understands & gets them,
I don’t want to write words that confuse people because then it'll all be futile,
I want to write words that excite & at the same time enlightens them,

& in them I mean you,

yes you,
I want to feel you see you hold you be you,
I want to want you without wanting to want you,

& I’m wondering if you’re wanting to want me without wanting me too,

shoot,

it’s starting to get complicated,

I didn’t mean to make it personal,
honestly it could have been anyone,
that received my message in a bottle,

I didn't think it was going to be you,

I mean I just wrote it,

I didn’t think anyone would really read it,
I didn’t think I’d move 100,000 copies of my books,
I didn’t think that you’d look at me & believe I’d succeeded,
 I just thought you'd fnd some beauty in the scenery,
found from walking around with me in the greenery of The Garden of Pena,

see this,
is all becoming a little complicated & a bit much,
which is why I escaped to Sintra in the frst place,
because here is where I fnd the simple things in which to fall in love,

like the towering trees the shapes of their leaves & the sound of the brook,

& you can fnd me here whenever you're ready,

here amongst towering fr trees & fuzzy green fern leaves,
writing these words faithfully in a state of complete tranquility,
see I’ve learned you get what you earn & these moments well I earned these,

you get what you earn,

in other words you reap what you sow,
& the peace from the seeds of the fruit on the tree tastes so sweet,
when you take the time & give it space to let it take it's time to grow,

the Tree of Life bears the fruits of all our labors,

I'm trying to say stop looking the other way you are you’re own best savior,

so see you later,

or not either way it doesn’t matter,
we’ll all be gone in a hundred years or so no matter what anyways,
which doesn’t matter 'cause we both know there's only now there's no later,

there’s only this moment right here right now,

& the question is not if we die it’s if we live & how,

how do we live to the fullest,

& what do we leave for our children’s kids,
well personally I leave these literary puzzle pieces,
in the form of poems such as this,

written in Sintra,
a bit bedazzled at a big castle feeling like a New Age Ninja,
so psyched I can barely type electrifed from this eccentric life,
plus I'm high I climbed 3 mountains today & explored the Gardens of Pena...
∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 Pyramid Flip [77]

The Arab Spring,

fipped The Pyramids upside Down,
fipped the switch turning trickle down economics,
into an upward food,

which makes sense I guess,

because The Pyramids are built in a way,
that places the greatest weight at the bottom,
which makes the bottom the source of The Pyramids greatest strength,

it's amazing to think,

what happens when a like minded populous of Commoners gets together,
it's amazing the strength that they can contain,
enough to take any king that thinks he's above the law out of power,

it's amazing to think what happened with The Arab Spring I mean seriously,
I've been to Cairo those kids are as cool as those in any other metropolis,
they were just sick of being ruled by a man who crowned himself king,
sick of this uncontested president & all his militarily dominated politics,

so they got together through Facebook & Twitter,

hit the streets & brought Hosni Mubarak's reign to an end,

though to be frank,
Mubarak still lives large behind the massive walls of his mansion compound,
3 years time for a hungry man that steals food to feed his starving family,
but a mansion in the hills & privacy for the man that stole a county,

still no justice no peace I mean what kind of times are these jeez,

he's not really free though because it’s not real freedom,
because all the money in the world can’t buy real freedom,
& Mubarak lives in an expensive home on house arrest so can’t leave,
he must live in the world's most expensive prison,

I guess his throne in the sky,

became his tomb in the ground,
but it's nothing compared to how most Egyptians live now,
 trying to make a home out what's literally piles of rocks on the ground,

trying to get something to eat from the river Nile,

that's so polluted at least in Giza,
that it's lined with plastic trash,
& you can't even see 6 inches into it,

I mean it's literally a Crime Against Humanity,

how America gives Egypt over a $1,000,000,000 a year,
& still children starve in the street with nothing to eat nor water to drink,
I mean it's as if the aftermath of the Arab Spring is nothing at all,

but The Pyramids are still standing tall,

& tourist still come to tour them,
& some tourist also come to see the aftermath of The Arab Spring as well,
most turn a blind eye to tune out rather than to extend a hand to help out,

some choose to look in while others choose to look out,

look out I'm looking out upon the ancient lands of Egypt now,

where tombs are carved hollow with all their treasures looted,
where every sarcophagus is auctioned of in bits for the dollar profts it gets,
nothing left in these pyramids just taking pictures of empty pillaged graves,
the British were the world’s worst Graverobbers 'cause they were good at it,

I guess all the riches of all the pharaohs,

were no match for the hunger of Imperial Peasants,
'cause a poor man will hastily trade any chance he gets at redemption away,
in exchange for being paid from the pilfered graves of Yesterday's pharaohs,

material riches he’ll gladly take in exchange for eternal damnation,

because he thinks he's a fringe archeologist not a thief,
he thinks what he's doing to those below ground is totally above board,
or at least that’s what he’s been led to believe,

same goes for all those who walk this globe,

so our graves will be unearthed but only after they are buried frst,
just like how after The Fall came the Arab Spring,
because no Man can defeat the hands of time no matter how hard he works,
not even the most powerful pharaohs or the richest kings,
 & an Arab Spring,
can turn fip pyramid upside down,
as is above so is below,
one must get lost before one can be found,

it’s amazing,
this thing we call Time,
& how it has the power to turn the tides & the tables,
& even fip the Greatest Pyramid upside down,

as acid rain eats away at it’s limestone brick by brick The Pyramids decay,
discovered this when I climbed to the top of The Pyramid Khafre,
& noticed the erosion on my fngers from the stones upon which I crawled,
as carefully carved basalt tumbles & falls bit by bit day by day,

ashes to ashes dust to dust,

we all fall down until we rise again like The Phoenix,
& when we do we'll bless the morning Sun,
God Bless The Morning Sun as it rises,

which brings us to this current time in our collective crises,

where I fnd that just today people have signed up to drink the blood,
found in a mysterious box in a black sarcophagus in Alexandria,
strange times we're living in always have been & will be for sure,

strange times & strange seasons got lots of rhymes but no reasons,

I mean if The Arab Spring,

could fip The Pyramids upside Down,
& fip the switch which turned trickle down economics,
into an upward food,

then I guess anything can happen in this trip called life & all that it is,
as the tides turn the sides switch & the pendulum swings around,
we hold tight & at the same time we let go to all that exists & bear witness,
as The Pyramids fip & our whole world gets turned upside down...

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
 ∆

“May You Be Blessed,

With All The Bountiful Blessings,
This Beautiful World,
Has To Ofer.”...

∆
To Be Continued...
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