Son of A Gun in The Wild West [33]

Culture Vultures dining on the carcasses,

of unsuspecting artists who recently departed this, culture that acts as if everyone is targeted,

& surprise, we are, whether bisexual or bipartisan,

or both no vote only the onset of consumer communism, swimming in a mainstream socialist monarchism,

a subconscious stream of consciousness, consumed by a constantly contradicting,

condition of post modern consumerism,

an avalanche of retail therapy & the avant of avant-gardism, doesn’t have to be a better product or improved edition, just has to be better packaged & effectively marketed, sold our souls for glitter not gold the ego is an extortionist, don’t own anything anymore not even our own cognizance, lost every investment like back when The Great Depression hit,

just look at what the mass media market did,

our collective memories & ancient traditions all but forgotten, rewired genes in designer jeans on intoxicants, symbolizing a degenerative disease like Parkinson’s, want to end this madness but don’t know who started it, so who can we blame but ourselves in all honestness,

as we absorb Virtual Reality & ignore Actual Reality we slip,

into a vivid collectively created occultism of Oculus, Rift we drift into thee abyss of dark indifferences...

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Neglecting the blueprint,

everybody’s a studio gangsta these days just ask 50 Cent, ethically bankrupt lazy played daisies too spent to invent, futilely trying to copy Jay-Z’s original Blueprint,

but no body has a DJ Clue what to do or where to begin, nor a Ty Dolla to spare still everyone’s got their two cents, all opinions given without consideration for common sense, no motivation or wisdom taken from the Grand Architect, what good is giving good advice if no one is taking it,

or even taking the time to listen they just dismiss it quick, showing off trophies boldly donating charity checks, acting like champions we bare & beat our chest, wearing fool’s gold & blood diamonds to gain respect, sitting on the throne but we’ve won nothing yet,

honestly it feels like we haven’t even started yet,

still we feel exhausted from this rat race for dominance, slaves of an alien race hand on hearts we pledge allegiances, with our unquestioning obedience & faux pas ambiance.

& it’s all almost over for our entire empire,

so every moment better cherish it,

bleached white robes with Chipko sandals,

we hold the reins to Her Majesty’s chariot, whipping the 500 horses to a froth with no compassion at all, our Kings are all Pawns & our Princes are the pettiest,

whipping in a Cadillac crashing into a pole then walking off, driving in the fast lane living the fast life gets you buried quick,

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so I try & pace it & not get too wasted still I feel very sick, seems like it’s time to go but honestly I’m not ready yet, though when captain screams “You move too slow sailor!”, that’s when the times up & it’s time to depart this ship,

but you can’t rush good art & I’m an articulating artisan, so I keep being an artist until departing on a martian ship, artfully getting away with The Heist of the day no pardonin’, in a constant state of affairs is why I haven’t married yet, which of course means no divorce from any or all of this, so I continue to translate transmissions without prejudice, love is star crossed & colorblind in it’s brilliance like Edison, & my wondermind shines in wonderland’s luminescence, as I illustrate illustrious illuminations of wonderment,

off every possible edifice in this hedonistic eden’s Matrix trick, eclectically arranged ambiance in this Electric Renaissance, is enough to effectively deliver this rebel’s renegade testament,

I write light before I become just another martyr,

for the Martian’s master plans,

my words are honest sonnets,

on tablets of mono-cultured monograms, mono-glyphs that shine like a lighthouse beacon,

on the top of the Tower of Babel atop a cavernous monolith...

This is all honest in all honestness. Here at the docks,

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with assorted Goddesses & narcissistic walruses,

all the way up going down under,

not trying to be negative but the only thing I’m positive of is, Culture Vultures continue dining on the carcasses,

of unsuspecting artists who recently departed this, culture that acts as if everyone is targeted,

& surprise, we are, whether bisexual or bipartisan,

so stay up, keep up & keep open your eyelids,

because The Hunger Games have just started kid. This is all honest in all honestness honestly kid.

& I’m open to discuss almost everything,

except religion & of course politics,

so if you’re having an issue then tell me what the problem is, & maybe we can solve it quick,

& just admit if you’re involved in conflict,

& maybe we can resolve it quick,

just please don’t blame the Dalai Lama,

or Barack Obama’s broken promises,

see we all have soiled wings,

just like these vultures that pick at our carcasses,

as we dine on Soylent Green,

served hot from the melting pot of concubine colleges, with Charlton Heston & a Smith & Wesson concealed, just in case drama pops off & they want to start some sh!t, can’t be too careful especially these days see,

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wrong right black white day night everything has it’s opposites, so even the kindest animals,

can turn into carnivorous cannibals when all that’s left,

is blown kisses well wishes dirty dishes,

corrupt princes & spiritual paralysis,

this is the age of the dawning of Aquarius,

& the end of our passing genesis...

ButwhatdoIknowI’mjustaSonofaGun,

on the run writing this mystic futuristic hit-list, dressed to the nines with a bottle of moonshine,

a bunch of empty cartridges & some fellow Philosophists, in the Wild West with Clint Eastwood & Billy The Kid, clean as a whistle mixin’ addictions with additives, inventing new recipes with Dirty Harry’s pharmacist,

as The Good Bad & The Ugly along with other accomplices, takes shots off dancing in acid rain eating on magic cactuses, howling at the full moon with peyote coyotes it’s ridiculous, laughing phantasms absent minded off the absinthe mix...

Alive,

right here,

left for dead,

insane & out of practice with,

no clean water in the canteen to drink,

& circling are the Culture Vultures just above our heads,

thisTeenageWastelandhasnopurposewith,

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riff raft rats that can’t act & jack rabbits that lack genitals, religious radicals in the crosshairs of deserted desert tortoises, tumbleweeds & inbreeds, snake oil salesmen on pedestals,

you see these badlands are so bad that’s it’s painfully obvious, they can make even the most stout professional professionals, fill with doubt, seem, & act like just silly little naive novices, can get a massage out but no happy endings in these vortexes, there’s nothing left to see here in this mirage at all, except the bloody reds of my rusty gun as it tarnishes...

My visions getting blurry body’s stopped,

but my mind’s still hurried exactly what anxious exhaustion is, & I’d escape if I knew a way out but instead I stay & lay, because honestly I’m not sure if I have any other options left...

See I knew I would go,

I told you before everyone is targeted, so soon it seems,

I’ll just be another one of the unsuspecting artisans,

the Culture Vultures overhead dine on when feeling peckishish, & in their ravenousness I’ll be torn apart in bits, terminated,

no Terminator, but you can bet, like Arnold said,

“I’ll be back.”,

as if I just started this...

Δ LaLux Δ

• music by Brock Chavez

Smile (Gloria Carter [24]

Love is love,

it’s not that complicated,

Love does not care what color or sex you or your love is, because Love is all inclusive it doesn’t discriminate,

Love is colorblind,

Love Sees No Color Love wears Cross Colours jumpers, Love is abundant, just ask Russell Simmons or Gloria Carter, or her baby Jay Z or anyone else who is an authentic Lover,

Love is unconditional & it’s available to everyone, regardless of class social status religion region creed or color,

it’s okay to feel good, smile you deserve it, dedicate yourself to love, believe me it’s worth it,

you get what you give so give 100% pure unfiltered raw love,

remember to forget & forgive them, even if they’re not perfect, because no person walking this earth’s surface is,

but you can still find yourself a good girlfriend or boyfriend, as long as you’re willing to work with them,

& you two can still be your own version of Bonnie & Clyde, can still be in love & serve each other in service with purposes,

there’s wisdom in these verses here,

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modern day scriptures for gangstas & hipsters,

they don’t call him LaLux or J-Hova for nothing,

no fronting true strength requires no crutches or addictions,

just enough Dedication as Lil Wayne to get to 10,000 hours, as laid out well by Macklemore or Malcolm Gladwell’s Outliers,

a Master of Self a Bastard from Hell, dirty as hell but he cleans up well, owns all his own Masters,

& you should probably own all yours as well,

well,

the floods are coming, there’s some prophecy for you, either ride the Tidal wave or get washed straight away, washing the straight leg green jeans clean so there’s no proof,

only proof is us see our success & ourselves are Self Evident, only witness is God won’t testify against business interests, the evidence is obvious see we are all sovereign entities, you are your own country so you are your own president,

a one person army a one person president,

who roams the whole globe everywhere’s their residence, channelling these visions into verses of the present tense, told you before I’m not a business man I’m a business, man,

I lament my heart strings on my sleeve like a laminate, or rather a VIP lanyard lampin in the backstage backyard,

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drinking black & green tea in the back of the green room, leave me alone let me be need to breathe to let my guard down,

on tour with God I’ve got all the proper credentials, along with other essential Inventors & all our odd inventions,

sure we’re a bit over zealous & you’re a bit over jealous, but that’s no excuse to be rude in a suit to dudes in mascara, don’t harass us & ask us to see our Backstage Passes,

you’re asking like an ass with no class should be embarrassed, bruh back up yes we might monkey around,

but rest assured we’ve got gorillas that’re killas around us,

for real bruh I might be the first white guy with Rocafella, like Fritz Pollard was the first black guy with Rockefeller, interesting how the pendulum swings both ways, how the sunny days come after the stormiest weather,

dedicated & down for whatever, willing to not hesitate, never late, go to work hard now & wait to take the credit later,

because I know how almost everyone wants to be down, only after the fame comes around,

everyone’s an expert everybody wants to tell you what to do, after you’ve already done it even though they don’t know how,

everyone wants to sail on the ship once it’s built, but no one wants to pound the nails to help build it,

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they want a free ride but don’t want to help drive it,

& when the tanks empty they’re the type to not help fill it,

oh yeah I know that exact type of monetary parasitic vermin, never in the kitchen but always at the table when I’m servin’,

but not me I’m different,

DIY till I DIE I do the work even if it hurts like hell, oh well, wearing a designer shirt getting dirt on my name brand denim, in a hand made hand basket going straight to Hell,

with a bottle of Ace of Spades in hand smiling might as well,

been through enough bad it’s time to be good,

been through enough sad it’s time to be happy,

been through enough negative stuff, said enough was enough, then shook it off & got on with getting some positivity,

but kept the negatives in case the past needs to be brought up, jogged from our collective photographic memories,

bad times to good memories is emotional alchemy, remember this even if you don’t remember me,

we’re Alchemists even if we're faded we don’t fade away, hope good times are remembered as if they happened today, when we’ve gone away, because we all gotta go eventually, it’s just a matter of when & in what way,

so if you forget everything, just remember the following things, I wish you good luck, good health, good love & good days,

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no way,

anyone that didn’t go from nothing to everything could relate, it’s amazing,

to be at the top of The Pyramid & see everything we made, masters that used to be slaves,

they call it Illuminati, we just call it Getting Paid,

makes me want to smile,

even though it’s tough being an Intellectual Existentialist, which is basically an intellectual that’s also a pessimist,

& ignorance is bliss & torture is what comes to intellectualists, in a world that rewards ignorance, oh well, whatever, I could care less, I guess call me a ‘Celibasexualist’,

misunderstood Lost in Translation need a translator,

& the bill please waiter because I’m in a hurry like Bill Murray, but whatever it’s my responsibility to make the art,

if they decide to listen it’s up to them it’s not my responsibility, see we all play our part, we are all mixed colors on the palette, a combination somewhere between free will & divine destiny, like being a slave sweating for days & not getting paid,

all in the name of another man’s Manifest Destiny,

like being on the original Magna Carta,

like being in the womb of Ms. Gloria Carter,

yeah they might be smart but you’re much smarter, taking risks but it’d be an honor to be a Spiritual Martyr,

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soItellitlikeitis,&sobeitiftheycrucifyme, not called J-Hova for no reason at all, nails are the accusations they pound into me, I’m the body, the body of art is the cross I bare,

& yeah it hurts,

as insults often do,

but you haven’t made it until some of them hate it,

& we both know that’s the truth so don’t let it get to you,

& above everything else, smile,

because success, is the best revenge, love them to death, & when you’re reborn go ahead & love them again,

because love always wins. So smile,

because even though I might not see you when you wake, I will always be sure to see you again,

I love you always always have always will,

we are the worst of enemies & the best of friends.

So be it,

let them all see it,

shine that little light of yours,

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until we blind them all into seeing it,

show the whole world this Light of Love, illuminate the Darkness with your verses, because the best of blessings,

almost always originates from the worst of curses,

so take it easy on yourself & the mistakes you’ve made, because we all know as said before no one is perfect, so take that frown turn it upside down,

& take that hurt & reverse it,

& smile,

& fear no man,

“‘Cause the more I reveal me,

the more they’re afraid of the real me.”,

welcome back Carter, it’s been awhile, so smile,

because love is love,

it’s not that complicated,

Love does not care what color or sex you or your love is, because Love is all inclusive it doesn’t discriminate,

& above all, smile. Δ LaLux Δ