BetaVerse By Aaron LaLux

Fool’s Moon

The Fool’s Full Moon,

hangs lazily in the sky,

no Tarot in this House of Cards just a spacey Kevin Spacey,

a bunch of black hats & white lies & a overly high Robin Wright,

I am in a small town,

somewhere in Sonoma California,

sipping strawberry juice no straw nor hay only strawberries,

forgot my way must have some sort of instinctual amnesia,

but at least I still have my intellectual property rights,

as the elders rock on a porch pass the torch get weak & die,

the next generation comes along assumes the positions,

& gets ready for the fight of their lives,

I’m flying high leading the whole flock to paradise,

so don’t ruffle my feathers scarecrow,

while I’m trying to balance my Libra scales,

with black & white vibes as I dine on dark & light ends meat,

a balanced diet of crypto whales & zebra tails,

how conscious can one honestly get,

before one realizes that it’s all nonsense amongst the rising tides,

this is completely chaotic this is chaos,

we are a lost tribe we can run but we can’t hide,

& why would we want to hide anyways,

when the moon is full & the vibe is right,

& our thoughts begin to lull,

& all of the sounds that surround us begin to sound like lullabies,

& you find yourself in a small town,

ABC 172 ∆with what you earned like David Byrne within your lifetime,

conversing in first person with other Talking Heads & you realize,

that your entire life was just one long moment of your own lifetime,

& that what you lived literally only happens Once In A Lifetime,

“Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down,

letting the days go by, water flowing underground,

into the blue again, after the money's gone,

once in a lifetime, water flowing underground.”,

& when you find yourself,

at that exact time in that small town & it all starts to feel the same,

it is then that you will find,

those strangers around you don’t seem so strange,

you will find we all share some of the same things,

you will find the waitress is not just a waitress,

she is a human being being human just as much as you are,

& you are her & she is you & we are them & they are us,

& she’s in service & she answers because you called,

she comes to take your order,

even though she already knows you’ll have your usual,

fresh squeezed strawberry juice & a hamburger,

every question eventually gets its answer,

call & response like a wolf on a full moon,

we are here only for a moment,

then we’re gone way too soon,

The Fool’s Full Moon,

hangs lazily in the sky,

no Tarot in this House of Cards just a spacey Kevin Spacey,

a bunch of black hats & white lies & a overly high Robin Wright,

ABC 173 ∆right nowI am in a small town,

somewhere in Sonoma California,

sipping strawberry juice no straw nor hay only strawberries,

forgot my way must have some sore of instinctual amnesia,

but at least I still have my intellectual property rights,

as the elders rock on a porch pass the torch get weak & die,

the next generation comes along assumes the positions,

& gets ready for the fight of their lives…

∆ LaLux ∆

Double Down

There is no redemption,

here at the card table,

the dealer deals cards like hard drugs,

please just give me one more hit just one more to get stable,

you take that hit then you bust & the dealer takes it all,

acts like your friend but is more than willing & able,

to bleed you slow like an I.V. drip,

or a tree bled dry just to get your maple,

syrup,

you’re up,

so you hit,

you bust,

sure you did it somewhat for the money,

but you did it mostly for the rush,

there is no redemption,

here at the card table,

the dealer deals cards like drugs,

please just give me one more hit just one more to get stable,

playing blackjack,

wearing a white hat,

seems like the ball park,

isn’t the only place to get a cracka jacked,

Blackjack?

Blackjack? 

More like black magic,

you get 18 you stay she hits 16 & gets 21,

you’re down,

almost everything you brought you’ve almost lost,

& the games have only just begun,

how could she hit 16 & get 21,

how could she hit 16 & get 21,

every time you hit 16 you bust,

what the fck is going on!

It’s getting outta hand but you can’t lose again,

so you go all in on the next round,

you get 16 this time & the dealer gets 18 & stays,

so you hit but of course you bust no way your heart starts to pound,

now you’re spiraling in regret,

shouldn’t have taken that hit,

you thought you would win but no matter the hands,

you actually lost the moment you sat down & laid down your chips,

this casino is a perverse circus,

you were driven up in a limo,

which was paid for by the casino,

you felt like a superhero in your faux pas tuxedo,

feeling like De Niro in casino,

until the dealer took all your money along with your libido,

now you’re feeling as exposed as an emperor with no clothes,

or an impeached president trying to give his last speech in a speedo,

with no where to go,

outside waits no limo,

you lost it all so quickly,

there’s no salvation at the casino,

there is no redemption,

here at the card table,

the dealer deals cards like hard drugs,

please just give me one more hit just one more to get stable,

chasing chasing,

money back money back can’t back down now,

so you double back, 

go back in hit up the ATM then go all in & double down,

you sit put in all your chips & hit,

& instantly you get knocked back out,

now you’re all the way down on the ground & down,

no more chips to dip or play with in a delirious bankrupt blackout,

a bankrupt blacked-out blackjack session,

in an action of passive aggressive aggression,

palming cups of intoxicating vodka venom in succession, 

the damn dealer hit 21 again that man must be a damn magician,

chasing chasing,

you should really cut your losses,

count your blessings then get to stepping,

leave now while you still have something to walk home with,

but you have no home to go to,

only a lonely hotel room,

& you’d rather face anything other than the deafening silence, 

of lonely defeat which is all that awaits for you at that room,

praying to God,

to pull you out of the hole you’ve dug,

but God’s not in the cards tonight no redemption at that table,

you swear you spot Diablo don’t know if it’s the drinks or the drugs,

so you go all in one last time,

doubling down giving your soul up,

cards laid out on the table,

dizzy sick to your stomach,

queasy feeling like you might throw up,

praying that maybe Jesus will show up,

open the Gates of Heaven for you,

pardon your sins & let you go up to Heaven but first come up,

but,

there is no redemption,

here at the card table,

the dealer deals cards like drugs,

please just give me one more hit just one more to get stable,

chasing that money back money back money back,

hoping for that monkey,

smacking the table what the fck is that this is witchcraft,

smacking that table like a strung out junky,

this black magic blackjack will get you bitch slapped,

stung by the yellow jack while dipping for the honey,

Triple Crown double down,

trying to beat the odds stacked against you just for even money,

even money even money,

there’s no such thing as even money,

as Satan sings while you’re busy doubling,

down you’re such a clown but your situation isn’t the least bit funny,

& you want to hit,

surely you do,

so you double down & hit your 11,

hoping you don’t get a 2,

& even then you know your odds are good,

because the dealer is showing a 2 too,

surely she’s got to bust at least you think,

even though they rarely bust when you think they’re about to,

then you take your hit get an 8 that makes 19,

19 isn’t that bad no not at all your ok with a 19 19 is cool,

so you stay & pray,

& now it’s the dealer’s move,

she first flips up her face down card,

this card is a 5,

showing a total of 7 now she draws a third card,

she gets another 2 now we’re at 9,

that’s fine time for the fourth card to be drawn,

she draws it’s a 4 now she’s now at lucky 13,

now’s when you start to get excited it’s high time that she busts,

the whole table is screaming “Monkey, Monkey!”,

the tension so thick,

you could cut it with a knife,

as she slowly draws the fifth card,

the sight of an 7 hits your eyes,

& to your surprise,

14 plus 7 is 20 she gets a 20 my oh my,

20 beats 19,

dealer wins & you lose again,

& all those strangers,

around you that you thought were friends,

disappear,

like magic,

the pain is severe,

you feel sick this is tragic,

it all hits you like a ton of bricks,

you’ve lost it all it’s all over that’s it,

in the end you got fckt, 

& ironically it was strangely anti-climatic,

self abusing through choosing your own erratic antics,

is such an oddly traumatic self-sabotage tactic, 

which is exactly what black jack is,

black jack is just black magic with,

some drugs & ego mixed in but just a bit,

the real drugs are the cards take that hit,

because this is where you can find all the seven sins,

but not one drop of salvation at all not even a little bit,

there is no redemption,

here at the card table,

the dealer deals cards like drugs,

please just give me one more hit just one more to get stable,

just another hit, 

so I can get my fix,

one more & that’s it,

just one more & that’s it,

but it’s not that easy,

see there’s no such thing as easy money,

up down up down up down,

erratic pocketbook topography,

at the tables you’ll find all terrains,

from the highest hills to the lowest valleys,

& the hardest thing to do,

is to walk away while you’re ahead & risk blocking a good rally,

quit while you’re ahead,

because here hope is already dead,

no unicorns here only the dogs of Hell,

& they’re forever hungry always waiting to be fed,

see you can feed your greed here,

but this is not a place to repent,

so go on get out of there,

before all your time & all your money has been spent,

see I told you before & I’ll tell you again,

there is no redemption,

here at the card table,

the dealer deals cards like drugs,

please just give me one more hit just one more to get stable,

you take that hit then you bust & the dealer takes it all,

acts like your friend but is more than willing & able,

to bleed you slow like an I.V. drip,

or a tree bled dry just to get your maple,

syrup,

you’re up,

so you hit,

you bust,

sure you did it somewhat for the money,

but you did it mostly for the rush,

there is no redemption,

here at the card table,

the dealer deals cards like drugs,

please just give me one more hit just one more to get stable…

∆ LaLux ∆

Dreams of A King

👑⚜️🪷🏰

To be a wise & kind ruler,

who is always willing to give,

at the same time strong enough,

to always be able to defend,

a Heaven sent benevolent saint,

who aspires to be wise & kind more than epic & great,

who treats all in his kingdom equally,

from the poorest peasant to the most noble sage,

a ruler who chooses to do what is best, 

for his people which includes the giving away of his gifts,

with a peace chest not a war chest,

because he believes that true strength only comes through peace,

a ruler who chooses what is best for the common good,

if he discovers there are disparities in his community that are vast, 

because he believes that all that live under his crown, 

should be treated equally regardless of race religion creed or class,

a ruler who thinks Machiavelli was both silly as well as lonely,

for thinking “it is better to be feared than loved”,

for what is power without love,

in fact what is anything without love,

Machiavelli must have have been a scared & lonely man,

for fear is the sickness & love is the medicine, 

& a true ruler believes everyone in His kingdom can be healed,

He leads by example of how to consistently become a better man,

if people are hungry,

it’s better to build a bigger table not a taller wall,

a true ruler with real wealth insures everyone has enough to eat,

from the princes in his palaces to the peasants in his fields,

true wealth is not measured by how much you have,

but rather by how much you can afford to give away,

a true leader lives for the legend he will become,

not for the thrill of being the hero of the day,

there is a difference between kindness & weakness,

I advise you don’t get the two confused,

it takes strength to be truly unconditionally kind,

especially when you’re the ruler of a mighty kingdom in this world,

& the only time you can rest is when in-between your silk sheets, 

in your bed of gold with your queen, 

where visions of missions come to you in visions in your dreams,

with words in languages that can never be told nor seen,

it seems there seems to be an abundance of peasants these days,

but a serious shortage of real queens & kings,

where have all the good kings gone,

royalty wiped away more with every swipe of the phone,

still trying to understand our collective history,

so I write it all down here at the Museum of Luang Prabang,

elephants & buddhas,

custom swords & rustic drums,

see as long as I’m alive,

I won’t give up but I will give alms,

as I write this light in the form of these psalms,

that will hopefully one day be remembered & sang in songs,

to be a wise & kind ruler,

who is always willing to give,

at the same time strong enough,

to always be able to defend,

a Heaven sent benevolent saint,

who aspires to be wise & kind more than epic & great,

who treats all in his kingdom equally,

from the poorest peasant to the most noble sage,

a ruler who chooses to do what is best, 

for his people which includes the giving away of his gifts,

with a peace chest not a war chest,

because he believes that true strength only comes through peace…

∆ LaLux ∆

Luang Prabang, Laos

2019

American Refugee Live From Sky Tower

American Refugee Part 1: Waking Up

Head feels like a ton of bricks,

Trying to retrace my mis-stepped steps,

Where have I awoken,

What country am I in,

Who was that girl last night,

Why did I choose to go through it again,

When will I finally say enough is enough,

Enough is enough,

Why does the poison taste like medicine,

I love everything that hates me,

Alcohol and cigarettes,

Promiscuous girls wanna date me,

But only for a night and then a day of regrets,

Eating sushi,

In the center at the top of the pyramid,

This is the life,

Point blank period,

Hamachi ahi,

Uni unagi,

We eat everything,

Up until the last big fish in all the 7 seas,

7 seas 7 sins at the table gambling’,

Wash it all down with all green everything,

Green dollars green grass green eyes green tea,

From poor to rich tables turn lights switch look how the pendulum swings,

It's 113 degrees here in Sin City,

Can we at least admit that something's wrong,

The mass media is an encyclopedia of trivial distractions,

Same old dance and song,

Who cares about a couple of convicts or the size of Lebron's d!ck,

We're all lost at sea and can't see the coming storm,

A night was had dancing music flirting new friends,

We're all in it together a glorious moment with people from all over the world,

We were on top of the world,

Surfin on a rocket on cloud 9 with some fine felines,

Bumping beats with a pocket full of sunshine,

Flashing lights and flashy ladies,

Drinks on me,

No, literally, "drink's on me.”.

American Refugee Part 2: Top of The Pyramid

Eating sushi in the center at the top of the pyramid,

This is the life point blank pyramid,

Built on the back of high hopes and low self esteem,

Where every game is fixed and sits upon a million broken dreams,

See,

I've seen a man lose everything due to his greed,

In the passionate pursuit of his wants,

He seemed to have lost all his necessary needs,

See,

This is Vegas baby,

Where bad things seem good,

And good things seem shady,

Though luckily,

I've mastered the art of the sin,

So I rarely play,

And when I do I play to win,

Loaded dice cards up my sleeve,

I know the dealer plus I paid off the magician,

For I am one of those that made it,

To the top of the pyramid,

So now I sit in a penthouse suite with a sweet freak between my sheets at the Luxor,

I told you before this is the life point blank pyramid,

Hahahahaha,

Head feels like a ton of bricks,

Trying to retrace my mis-stepped steps,

California draught Texas floods,

Possessive lust disguised as love,

Disgusted but what can any of us do about it,

The truth is we've got to stop talking and be about it,

And that is the fundamental problem,

Plus Luciferian false prophets profess hedonistic linguistics,

On various obsolete topics,

As artificial mystics with marketable gimmicks,

Break the rules and the lines of scrimmage,

This is serious in all seriousness,

Still we try to ignore it all and fill in the hole with alcohol and other various intoxicants,

That is the elephant in the room,

We are all consumers consumed,

We are slaves that dig our own graves,

And build our own tombs,

We can Tivo a TV show and that can be saved,

But we can not seem to save our own souls,

My heart has some holes,

No clouds in LA just that ominous haze,

113 degrees in the shade,

As the Luciferian prophets are praised,

And we don't care about the world as long as we're getting paid,

Only when the last tree has died,

The last river has been poisoned,

And the last fish has been caught,

Will we realize we can't eat money,

And we know all of this deep within ourselves,

That's why we feel uneasy and anxious,

Because we have no one left to blame but ourselves,

So we log onto Facebook,

Searching for some kind of company and salvation,

Some words to guide us and pass the time,

Some voyeuristic advice and definitive direction,

But the revolution won't be televised,

Online on the internet what do we really find,

Just words and some pictures,

Humankind homogenized,

And infidel idols idolized,

While copycat killers copyright what was one ritualized,

And what's left of Mother Nature becomes industrialized,

Hot as Hell still the temperature continues to rise,

It's 113 degrees here in Sin City,

Can we at least admit that something's wrong,

The mass media is an encyclopedia of trivial distractions,

Same old dance and song,

Head feels like a ton of bricks,

Trying to retrace my mis-stepped steps,

Head feels like a ton of bricks,

Trying to retrace my mis-stepped steps!,

Will anyone go with me?.

American Refugee Part 3: Exodus 

I came to this country to escape Hollywood,

Where I was trapped in its trapped trappings,

Trapped in its clubs,

Trapped in its women,

Trapped in its drugs,

Trapped in its cliches,

So why is it I find myself on the other side of the world,

At a club with some women on drugs trapped in the same cliches?

Same sh!t different country,

I guess you can take boy outta LA,

But you can’t take the LA outta the boy,

I am the world’s first American refugee,

Except I didn’t come on a boat in ragged clothes clinging to my body,

And ragged hopes clinging to my psyche,

I came on a plane in a 1st class seat, 

Dining on offering of a corporate world wide empire,

But it is not the means of a movement,

It is the intentions behind the actions that matter,

 And I came with the intentions to create a healthier life,

A cleaner life,

A better future for myself and all those that I love,

I am an American Refugee,

I am an American Refugee, 

Fleeing the subconscious oppressions of my country,

Fleeing the persecutions of all things I hold holy and sacred,

I am tired of witnessing the spiritual martyr of my failing comrades,

I am an American Refugee more specifically a Hollywood refugee,

Fleeing the bright lights and large egos,

Searching for solace and refuge, 

Amongst the towering rainforest trees of New Zealand.

American Refugee Part 4: Love Sex Magic

As I soak my bruised bones and my blood diamonds,

In a bubble bath of passionfruit and guava,

This is no joke I exude the good life without even trying,

My karma mixed with my commas brought me to Nirvana,

No Kurt Cobain, 

Just hurt and pain mixed up with this money made me a monster,

No Meek Mills or weak wills, 

Just a Student from School of Hard Knocks who graduated with honors, 

Somehow, 

So now I’m swimming in endorphins with a princess no tiara,

No tomorrow no time to borrow, 

And I bet we’re gonna make Love Sex Magic no Future or Ciara,

That’s a pop reference if you didn’t get it,

Yeah Future Ciara I Bet Love Sex Magic trick or treat,

See there’s a ton of puns,

And subliminals in almost every line I write,

Sometimes the sublime subliminals are so subtle,

That I don’t even catch them they escape no alibis,

Copycat killers can imitate but never copyright,

They’re just imitation fillers while my literature stays genuine,

All illegitimate posers attempts at insight,

Pale in comparison to my my legitimate ledgers in time,

I’m often imitated but never duplicated,

I’m the word of God plus what Satan said,

This is the balance of extremes,

Forearms tattooed with pitchforks back tattooed with angel wings,

This is what happens when fashion meets passion,

This is the combination of everything and everything,

This is it this is all,

I am infinitely everything,

So why,

So why, 

Why would I subject myself,

To the same oppressions I’ve attempted to flee from?

Justin Bieber echoes across the dance floor,

“Yeah is it too late to say I’m sorry now,

Yeah I know I let you down,

Is it too late to say I’m sorry now?”,

And as cliche and cheesy as that sounds,

I get the chills because I know exactly what he was talking about,

And I wondered if anyone else in that club was an American Refugee,

I wondered if anyone else in that club knew what Biebs was saying,

Or if they were just dancing because of the beat,

And they were just seeing along,

Because they thought that’s what they were supposed to do,

Because most people have to be told what’s cool,

And force-fed that coolness until they have too many pairs of shoes,

No amount of shoes will bring you real happiness,

And honestly I apologize,

We Hollywoodians were put in a position to lead the Free World,

And everyone listened to us, you all listened to us,

You gave us your ears and your hearts your souls and your minds,

And we gave you improbable dreams, 

And glorious visions, 

Of an unsustainable lifestyle that you’ll go broke trying to duplicate,

When will you realize, 

You can chase but never catch something that doesn’t really exist?

And I’m sorry,

But I give up I’m done because,

“Yeah I know once more that I let you down,

Is it too late to say I’m sorry now?”,

Whatever this thing is I believe it’s still here, 

It’s watching us right now…

And I meditate on all of this,

Right here at this restaurant as they stare,

An American Dream living legend,

In a never-ending nefarious nightmare,

Eating sushi,

In the center at the top of the pyramid,

I told you before this is the life,

Point, blank, pyramid.

American Refugee Part 5: Tripping In Meditations 

You can’t put a price on freedom we are all broken,

Spending money like it’s time tripping through this reality,

No structures no rules no definites except that we all die,

And even that is debatable, 

Looking For Love

What Words

What words are left,

that haven’t already been said,

it’s as if everyone’s gone deaf,

no patience left to hear anyone else’s perspective,

no one’s in their right mind no one has the time,

stroking their egos to fear porn everyone is on edge,

no one pays any attention or any mind, 

we’ve checked out & left the rest of the world for dead,

we’re all Agoraphobic, most too scared to leave home,

doing paranoia aerobics, getting their anxieties toned,

won’t come in contact with anyone unless vaxx’d up,

mask up eyes down mask up face down,

fearing thy neighbor instead of loving thy neighbor,

no eye contact just contact tracing history erasing,

it’s a psy-op to harvest patients with no patience,

while two sides of the same coin continue debating,

genetic memories lost as our time gets harvested,

forgetting that news companies are big businesses,

& just like big pharma their bottom line is profit making,

the fine lines blur between national & corporate interests,

this feels like a futuristic dystopian sci-fi flic, 

this feels like an episode of The Twilight Zone,

where we don’t even converse with other humans,

& all communications are done through our phones,

it’s got me feeling like a Reality Refugee,

who’s fled this Neo-Techno Matrix of Monotones,

searching for someone somewhere authentic,

where people still talk & emotions are still shown,

take a good  around you,

let’s play a not so little game,

how many people can you have a conversation with,

without it feeling awkward or at least kinda strange?

But hey what do you expect when no words are left,

that haven’t already been said,

it’s as if everyone’s gone deaf,

no patience left to hear anyone else’s perspective,

no one’s in their right mind no one has the time,

stroking their egos to fear porn everyone is on edge,

no one pays any attention or any mind, 

we’ve checked out & left the rest of the world for dead…

The Perpetual Motion of Beautiful Chaos

As we collapse into these bodies,

words falling out of our minds,

seeking refuge in the solace,

of all things divine,

for truly who am I,

save a vibration of the divine,

took a walk through the rice fields,

found two butterflies in love fluttering by,

why do I deny you,

in the name of some unseen doctrine,

how ignorant a man must I be,

to not see that you are indeed God constant,

therefore to deny you,

would be to deny God,

& who am I,

to deny God, 

within & without all that is you is holy,

you are so different there’s no equivalent explanation,

there is only this everlasting moment,

of perpetual motion,

a realization,

that when faced with is enough to humble any man,

my own ego is my worst saboteur, 

I see so clearly from this balcony where I stand,

there is no grand plan,

there is only this infinite moment,

in perpetual motion,

within our collective existence,

how selfish am I,

to think for even a moment,

that I am in any way any different,

than these butterflies or this rice terrace,

I think,

therefore I am,

I think,

maybe God has no plan,

it’s a Beautiful Chaos that we are in,

music to our ears drums harmonics & violins,

all part of our collective human symphony,

same orchestra just played with different instruments,

I wish for nothing more, 

than to collapse in your brilliance, 

to collapse in your arms as an act of spontaneous unity,

would be the biggest relief I’d ever receive as an experience,

I’m laughing, I’m crying, there are tears upon my smile,

ecstatically enraptured & freely captured, it’s magic,

no church can teach this, these birds are our sermon,

such an inspirational sadness, such a glorious madness,

it’s madness to resist you,

it’s as futile as a bank that attempts to resist a river,

deliver me in euphoric waterfalls,

I humbly accept this gift let’s be delivered,

As we collapse into these bodies,

words falling out of our minds,

seeking refuge in the solace,

of all things divine...

A Lux

💃🏻🪩🕺🏻 lyrics lyrics lyrics

Venice Beach [79]

Took a walk through Venice today,

after a talk with Ryron Gracie at Jiu Jitsu class, shoes off, to my left is sand, to my right is waves, trying to slow down when life moves too fast,

walking along that place where sand meets waves, shirtless bad boys skate & flirtless good girls rarely behave, past heartbeats & heartbreaks, picnics & surf breaks, past placards for posters, posers & actors on rollerblades,

I purify my mind, from Venice Beach to Santa Monica Pier, because shady characters can make it difficult to see clear,

a Mannish Boy navigating Muddy Waters in troubled times, surrounded by folks but somehow I know we’re all all alone, I see the pain that hides in vain behind every Botox smile,

I know it’s been awhile, “Hello hello is this thing on?”,

got the green light, so now I’m speaking to the blue light, girl just so you know “You don’t have to put on the red light.”, & she’s not Roxanne nor The Police but she’s got it poppin’, so much so that it’s midday but tempted to take some bedtime, I’m tired anyways, lethargic, ready to retreat like my hairline, I’m tired, guarded, feeling defeated Lord please take me home, cary me, to the home I had before all of this, I’m over all of it, it’s all politics, 4D chess, levels on levels zones in zones,

THH3 273 ∆

on another level with other soul brother rebels,

& gifted sisters from other misters zoning out in The Zone, investing with whales swimming with sharks catching waves, inking with squids playing with dolphins surfing Google Chrome, yeah sure sometimes I think this life’s not worth the trouble, even though I’ll admit it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever known,

I mean it’s a miracle that we were even born,

they say odds of being born are 1 in 400 trillion,

so even when I’m down & out I don’t check out, performing live now the most interesting script ever written, the best love ever made a page in the greatest story ever told, the most incredible song ever heard in this absurd system,

in this insane existence, sometimes nothing makes sense,

I mean what the fck is this, is it even any of my business, in line outta my mind, I’ve just arrived at The Skate Park, posting up on a rail, watching the sun set in Venice, California that is not Italy, same empire different century, exhausted from beach walking & washing off the filthiness, watching kids do kick flips, turning adversity into opportunity, skate or die do or try, life’s what happens while planning it,

this sunset, on Venice Beach is absolutely magnificent, the colors are lovely, more Godly than gaudy,

he who hesitates is lost, can’t live tomorrow today,

so I’m coming without hesitation, for whoever sends for me, don’t have to RSVP, don’t care if you’re socially awkward,

THH3 274 ∆

just leave your ego at the door when you come in the party,

& yeah it’s all almost over,

but hey we can still have some fun,

so pick your medicinals, yoga, smoke, liquor or other, & let’s get it started now because it’s all almost done.

Wow,

what incredible sights, what surreal extravagant schemes, neon tones of exuberance, fuchsias eggplants & pinks,

I think this piece has less points than an anorexic that’s obese, but that’s okay because at least it feels good to read,

they say life is the journey not the destination, but either way, please tell me what you think this is & exactly what you mean, do you believe we can cooperate or must we always compete, in too deep in this empire of concrete in a city on the beach, sometimes you need to get out of your head & go for a walk, just so you can get some fresh air & have room to breathe,

which is why I took a walk through Venice today, after a talk with Ryron Gracie at Jiu Jitsu class, shoes off, to my left is sand, to my right is waves, trying to slow down when life moves too fast...

I Wish

I wish I could explain everything I feel,

I wish I could tell you how beautiful you are,

how all your scars are beauty marks,

how you are perfect in your imperfections,

as we go off on some and go online for none,

slowly becoming immersed in a virtual reality that isn’t ours,

please before we go remember our soul,

remember the ones that loved you before it was all done,

I am shouting out loud but you don’t hear me in the crowd,

lost in the sauce no one is boss,

we are soldiers that forgot,

what we are fighting for,

lost our way in the search to find meaning,

we should learn how to love every human being,

there are no more borders nor pecking orders,

there is only the moment that most call the now,

how can we get back,

to a place we never found,

anyways whatever we all have our addictions,

so let’s just get lost in the moment of now,

don’t worry about the bill,

I’ve got the next round,

don’t worry about the future,

we’ve got the now,

so,

anyways,

there’s so much more to say,

and I want to tell you everything,

but I don’t remember how,

oh how I wish I could explain everything I feel,

I wish I could tell you how beautiful you are,

how all your scars are beauty marks,

how you are perfect in your imperfections,

as we go off on some and go online for none,

slowly becoming immersed in a virtual reality that isn’t ours,

please before we go remember our soul,

remember the ones that loved you before it was all done...

Peace, 

and,

of course,

love…

LaLux

Feb 8, 2022