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 Good evening,
are you ready,
for a long night?
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The Sydney Sessions

'12 Steps'

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆

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Published in The United States by OmniOpes Inc.

'The Sydney Sessions: 12 Steps'

Copyright © 2017 by Aaron LA Lux

Published World Wide by OmniOpes Inc.

This is
a work of fction. Names
characters, places, & 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 100% entirely coincidental.

First International Edition

ISBN 978-1981605934

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12/12/17

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Cover Art By:

Sam Shennan

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 Hi Again:
Hey,
how have you been?

Don't let,
the prose fool you,
this is just,
the intro it's not a poem.

Anyways,

how long has it been?

I know,
it's probably only been about a year,
but time moves fast,
at the same time slow,

maybe that's why 2017 felt so long,

seriously,
do you feel like,
2017 was a really long year,
like longer than any year before it?

I'm not joking,

 is it just me,
or is something really strange going on,
please write me back,
& let me know your thoughts on this.

Let me know,
not only your thoughts on this,
but your thoughts on the world,
on me on yourself,

let me know how you're feeling,

I know we've drifted apart about,
but I'm still out here,
& you're still out here,

& we are not alone,

as lonely as we sometimes feel,
you can always write me,
you can always visit me,

I will always welcome you,

with open arms,

with an open door,
with an open mind,
with an open heart,

honestly,
 please come see me sometime,
you always have a place here,
& that's the truth...

Now,
what about this new book,
how did it come about,
why was it written?

Well,
like many great things,
it was spontaneous,
& unplanned,

I was in Sydney (actually I still am),

I'd just checked into a highrise loft,
someone fed me some drugs,
& I totally freaked out.

Anyone that knows me,

knows I am usually straight edge,
I don't even drink or smoke cigs,
so I super fipped out in public.

I left the club I'd been invited to,

not even saying goodbye,
to the band that invited me,
went back to the loft & wrote this book.
 I'm calling it,
'The Sydney Sessions',
for obvious reasons,
& subtitling it '12 Steps'.

12 steps,
because it's kinda like,
a road to recovery or a wake up call,
to ourselves & to our collective society.

Originally,
I'd planned on putting out,
volume 2 of The Holy Trilogy this month,
but it seemed rushed,

then,
I wasn't going to release anything,
at all for the holidays,
I was just going to wait,

then,
I got fed,
an experimental drug,
& proceeded to write,
12 poems,
in 4 hours,
then spent,
2 days editing them.
 I met, an amazingly gifted artist,
here in Sydney,
& instantly asked him,
to design the cover for the book,

his name is Sam Shennan,

& not only did he do an epic cover,
but his name coincides,
with the “S” theme that exists here.

The Sydney Sessions,

12 Steps,
Sam Shennan,
it all kinda makes sense.

Anyways,
here you go,
here are The 12 Steps,
kinda a little love letter to you.

I know this world,

looks like it's going crazy,
that we're living in some sort of Sci-Fi,
& that nothing seems real,

& maybe that's okay,

maybe that means we can create,
our own future,
& do with it what we wish,
 & even though,
a lot of things have changed this year,
one thing remains the same,
always has & always will,

I still love you...

Happy
Holidays,
Peace & Love,
Strength & Guidance.

Yours Truly,

-Aaron La Lux-

Sydney,
Australia

December
12th
2017

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“What am I doing here,
how did I get here,
why did I come here,
& how do I get out?”
 The 12 Steps

1.) 33 Ultimo
2.) Oops
3.) Opportunivoritarian
4.) Supposed Support
5.) Sydney Meltdown
6.) TECHNO-COLORED-DREAMSCAPE
7.) The Elephant In The Room
8.) The Ether of Everything
9.) The Knight Before The Mourning
10.) The Ways Of This Miracle Life
11.) Twist Of Fate
12.) Wake Me Now & Thank Me Later

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 33 Ultimo

This City’s,
got so much electricity,
I don’t even have to turn the lights on,
to feel like the lights are on,

in a constant state of Neon Dawn,

in a nauseous state of Beyond Numb,
it's obnoxious how Far We've Come,
at the same time how Dumb We've Become,

being put to sleep consistently,

by the constant sound of electrical hums,

how come,
we willingly put ourselves here,
in these cities in these boxes,
locked in our own insecurities & fears,

how come,
we willingly put ourselves here,
specifcally right here & now at 33 Ultimo,
an Old Soul braving The New Frontier,

how come,
we willingly put ourselves here,
specifcally right here & now at 33 Ultimo,
that’s not a joke that’s the address here,

33 Ultimo,

a building,
built by tax evading Chinese,
hiding their money from their own country,
but I guess we all hide something,

tax evading tomb raiding Doomsdayers,

building buildings but not making homes,
these tiny sky boxes feel sterile,
like hospitals prisons & tombs,

this whole place feels fake,

not just the fake trophies on the shelves,
this whole place feels fake,
fake countertops fake wood fake Selves,

the kit comes complete,

with a fake plastic Christmas tree,
photos of relatives that aren't relative,
because they're not part of a real family,

they're just random portraits,

that were imported,
into this apartment like rhino horns with,
fake custom papers across Asian borders,
 can just tell this place is a write off,
like the life of drug addict Plutocrat is,
& nobody needed to tell me that fact,
just feel it in the air & in the static,

I can see it in the cracks,

of these walls that bleed,
feeling like a refugee in every city,
albeit one that can't fnd refuge in being,

but I can't resent this city completely,

nor can I hate on this apartment too much,
got to give thanks for being here 'cause,
I wouldn't've written this if I wasn't,

still even though I'm inspired,

I'm disgusted at the gluttonous construct,
of this building all it represents,
& the fact that enough is never enough,

how much is enough,

will They ever be stuffed,
with enough stuffng,
to not keep from crushing the young,

can't They see,

They're destroying the world with greed,
can't We See,
That the They We refer to is actually We?
 When will We cease,
to destroy the world in our greed,
please let's fnd some peace,
at least enough at least,
to not keep building,
buildings we don't need,
enough to stop buying useless junk,
disguised as designer stuff we don’t need,

enough is enough,
I’m begging you please,
please stop it already,
this is an order to Stop & Decease,

let's stop the spread of this disease,

before we all drop & are deceased,

we don’t need,
any more kilowatts or megawatts of energy,
we don't need,
any more super marts or mega malls jeez,

this city’s already got,

too much of everything already,
& I’ve got too much of everything too,
except what I really need which is sleep,

but I can’t turn off,

 because the lights can’t turn off,
they stay on all the time literally,
so I’m stuck in the glow,
of this city with no soul,
trying to steal the Soul from within me,

this City’s,
got so much electricity,
I don’t even have to turn the lights on,
to feel like the lights are on,

in a constant state of Neon Dawn,

in a nauseous state of Beyond Numb,
it's obnoxious how Far We've Come,
at the same time how Dumb We've Become,

being put to sleep consistently,

by the constant sound of electrical hums.

∆ LaLux ∆
 Oops

Oops ya did it again,

a victim of your own brand marketing,
it’s kinda ironic,
how you were actually the target,
when you thought that,
you were the one doing the targeting,

oops ya did it again,

played yourself like Brittany Spears,
now you've been spun round & run down &,
your in Vegas doing shows for faux peers,

& you're in pain for sure,

but they can't see your tears,
at least not through that fake make up,
starting to wonder how you got here,

oops ya did it again,

who do you think you were kidding,
now what will you do,
when you fnd you can’t rewind time,
& the time comes for your repenting,

this is never ending so stop pretending,

there’s not a problem when there is,
can we just stop destroying the world,
 & the environment we’re all living in?

Please this is a plea,

for all those that are pleading,
this is a voice,
for all that are voiceless & needing,

this is a choice,
for all that have feelings oppressed,
this is a new day let’s behave for once,
let's just believe & breath,

into a new consciousness,

this is God's Honest Sonnets Sent,

this is God’s honest common sense,
this is God on a comet or a rocket,
or whatever else you call this Spaceship,

this God honest,

spaceship we’re all on,
we’re all upon it now,
but what have we won,
what will we tell our kids,
when it’s all said and done,
I mean I’m not having kids,
so I guess it’s not my problem,

but it is,
because you can’t just ignore the problem,
you’ve got to face it face on confront it,
& bring that Old Night into the New Dawn,

good morning,
top of the morning to you,
no coffee I’m off that,
I’m more into yoga,
more into breathing than into needing,
to be honestly honest with you,

& that’s more of a lesson,

than a warning to you,
at the same time don’t learn,
and there’ll be no more warnings for you,

so learn now,
before we repeat our mistakes,
like that one mythological fairy tale,
about the Serpents and Snakes,

don’t want to awake,

with a morning of regret,
so best to stay sober,
hit the sauna and sweat,

more sauna less trauma,

yes,
that way we won’t wake,
 in a bed flled with regret,

like,

ops ya did it again,

a victim of your own brand marketing,
it’s kinda ironic,
how you were actually the target,
when you thought that,
you were the one doing the targeting,

oops ya did it again,

played yourself like Brittany Spears,
now you've been spun round & run down &,
your in Vegas doing shows for faux peers,

& you're in pain for sure,

but they can't see your tears,
at least not through that fake make up,
starting to wonder how you got here,

oops ya did it again,

who do you think you were kidding,
now what will you do,
when you fnd you can’t rewind time,
& the time comes for your repenting.

∆ LaLux ∆
 Opportunivoritarian

I’m not,
a vegetarian,
I am,
a Whatevertarian,
an Opportunivore a Whateverivore,
a Opportunitarian,

an Opportunivoritarian,
that eats whatever’s in store,
bored as a Bulimic at a smorgasbord,
sick as an Anorexic that wants no more,

bored as a Narcoleptic,
on Valerian,
trapped as a Mermaid,
in an aquarium,
mad as a hatter on acid at the circus,
or a tromping troubadour in a sanitarium,

barely sane,
but nothing’s sanitary,
you’re gonna eat that,
I wouldn’t even touch that it's scary,
it’s disguising it's repulsive,
it's bloody it's putrid it's hairy,
 I mean yeah it's food but just barely,

beef meat packs Mary’s Little lamb racks,

I mean meat beaten so bad it’s bleeding,
factory farming is fckt up that's fact,
should be banned make it illegal already,

in fact,

just make it illegal to hurt anything,

and as long as you’re at it,
free the humans as well as the animals,
free prisoner Jack & free the rabbits,

in a free forming normal,

of free falling fellows & free radicals,
I’m an Antioxidant Oxygen in defance,
standing strong as 10 oxen I'm radical,

as strong,
as any man,
not Agent Orange,
but Agent Important,
not an Anti-Caking Agent not sleeping,
so no you won't catch me snoring,

not Asian,
though I am Zen,
at least kinda sorta,
 like a vagina,
on E listening to Ambient,
or an orca playing possum with a porpoise,

or a dolphin receiving releasing orders,

sleepwalking,
with the night stalkers,
tell me a riddle,
what do you get when,
you mix little kids with Ritalin,
a combination of magnifcence & minimums,

kids on speed,
I mean literally,
as they tragically,
get fed forcefully,
everything they think they magically want,
but nothing they actually need,

& that’s why I eat it all,

even though I’m sick of it all,
every last animal plant & even mineral,
'cause I'd rather be stuffed than starved,

so I chow down,
up to the last lick of salt in the sea,
I go to town,
24hr buffet in the city that never sleeps,
 so if you ask me,
I’m not a vegetarian but I do eat veggies,
like broccoli carrots & celery,
but I also eat everything else probably,

& the world as we know it is almost over,

& still you still want to act casual,
just on the brink of total annihilation,
of the human species that's all,
& you still wanna give me critiques,
like my dietary preferences matter at all?

Well,

I guess,
change starts from within so let it begin,
and that’s,
why I’m considering being a vegetarian,
I mean change is gonna come,
whether we like it or not no debating,

as of now though,
I’m just gonna be a whatevertarian,

I’m not a vegetarian,

I’m a Whatevertarian,
an Opportunivore a Whateverivore,
a Opportunitarian,
 an Opportunivoritarian,
that eats whatever’s in store,
bored as a Bulimic at a smorgasbord,
sick as an Anorexic that wants no more.

I want no more.

∆ LaLux ∆
 Supposed Support

And yeah,
sure she’s gorgeous,
amongst the praise,
of all her supporters,
but at the end of the day,
what difference does it make,
when most supporters,
don’t even know why they support her,

what makes you,

so dang important,
yeah I’m special too,
but I don’t beg for supporters,
but I suppose in a way neither do you,
didn't ask them to support or ignore us,

but for whatever reason we've become,

important importers of a fanfare fetish,
which brings us back to the point,
the one that I was making when I started,

which is and the end of the day,

what’re you really supporting?

A consumerism,
that grows like a tumor in him,
 & this is the truth,
this isn't a euphemism,
because those cosmetics She contracts,
causes cancer as a Bad Romancer Religion,

Bad like MJ or Gaga,

go-go dancing in Prada,

wearing a Gucci g-string,

& Louis Vuitton,
smelling like the Venice Canal,
or rather Chanel the channel's always on,

your favorite American Idol,

is an Advertisement,
don't even know what they're selling you,
but you're stilling buying it,

pledging unquestioning allegiance,

to Beyonce & every other pop star,
don't even know why you let him do you,
other than he's a rockstar,

well I've met all your favorite celebs,

& I'll be the frst to admit we're a mess,
so before you blindly follow us,
take a moment to think for yourself a bit,

and yeah,
 sure she’s gorgeous,
amongst the praise,
of all her supporters,
but at the end of the day,
what difference does it make,
when most supporters,
don’t even know why they support her,

seriously why do you care she's pregnant,

busy with gossip & their domestic issues,
why would you ever care about someone,
that wouldn't ever care about you?

Think about it for a second,

get your priorities in order,
& really understand a man or woman,
before you go supporting him or her,

and yeah,
sure she’s gorgeous,
amongst the praise,
of all her supporters,
but at the end of the day,
what difference does it make,
when most supporters,
don’t even know why they support her.

∆ LaLux ∆
 Sydney Meltdown

Melting under this Plastic World,

Mickey Mouse is a rat that ate the poison,
I feel this wave coming over me,
riding the tide like I'm Poseidon,

totally sick of this circus like Icarus,

fying dangerously close to The Sun,
I'm high in a high rise on syd in Sydney,
like Midas my God what have we done,

it's as if,
everything we touch turns to gold,
invested in,
IOTA last week this week it's up 10 fold,

BitCoin hit 15k,

here we go we're on our way,
bought in out of fear of getting left out,
like a cat left out in the rain,

No FOMO,
Homo's The New Normal,

feeling like a cannibal animal,

well every dog has it's day,
working to the bone like a slave,
& we all want our $ at the end of the day,

when the work’s done,

everyone's gonna wanna get paid,
feeling mixed up in the middle,
half way between a master & a slave,

what a mess we’ve made,

& I’m not blaming any particular one,
I’m just saying collectively,
this feels like the Eulogy Of,

a civilization that's time has come,

& yeah it's almost done,
& yeah we might lose it all,
but hey at least we had some fun,

& oh what fun we’ve had,

but who'll be left to clean up this mess,
because all the cool kids have gone,
& we're the only ones left,

like the morning after the party,

sunrises are never the same as sunsets,
had some fun times last night sure,
but this morning we're such a wreck,

sometimes only at crunch time do we fnd,

our failures disguised as accomplishments,
now who’s left behind to pay enough mind,
to clean up our post bliss mess,
not snotty nosed spoiled rotten rich kids,
who got gassed up on daddy’s cash,
they're crashed out at their pad now,
but we both knew they wouldn't last,

passed out on dad's couch,

can always tell the future from the past,

everyone’s,
acting like an ass,
jockeying in position,
for some corporate kick backs,

but if or when you get them,

they come along with a guilty conscience,
then tell me what good is that,
seems all these facts are just nonsense,

I mean really what good is this,

what good are all these words,
I guess these words are only worth,
whatever a words worth is really worth,

which at this point,

feels worth about as much as dirt,
but at least it's that good dirt,
 that Mount Agung before it bursts,
that fertile volcanic soil,
that Mother Love from Mother Earth,

sure,

you might think you’ve got it fgured out,

or at least you thought you did,
& now you see what’s coming now,
& the mess we’ve made of all this sh!t,

the drama we did with no apologies,

no apologies nor compliments,
no honor for the Honor Rollers,
nor for our awkward accomplishments,

& all I want to know,

is where the Hell honest went,
'cause all these dollars & all this power,
at the end of the day amounts to zip,

zero,
no heroes,
& as it turns out,
all of our idols are weirdos,

how'd we go,
from Einsteins to Weinsteins,
from talking out our feelings,
 to just replying with “I'm fne.”,

from Greek Gods to Mickey Mouse,

from Orwell's Animal Farm to Animal House,
from Mozart's 'Requiem Lacrimosa',
to Baha Men's 'Who Let The Dogs Out?',

how'd we get from there then ,

to where we are here now?

& you only want to talk about the weather,

or anything else that doesn't matter,
instead of what's really on your mind,
& how it's all almost over,

talking about what's for lunch,

while the world foods & burns,
not trying to be too negative,
just trying to help you learn,

because I know you think I'm cool,

but really I feel hot as Hell,
is it just me or is it hot in here,
is it just me or does nothing feel real,

like a Barbie girl in a Barbie world,

all dolled up & wrapped in plastic,
like I'm at Disneyland on acid,
only about an hour & a half in,
 & already I'm having a bad trip,
stuck on a boat on a fake mountain,
it's a joke that they call it magic,
trying to slow as everything goes faster,

but I'm not at Disneyland,

I'm just in a high-rise on syd in Sydney,
talking to the man in the mirror like MJ,
thinking I don't know that man who is he?

Melting under this Plastic World,

Mickey Mouse is a rat that ate the poison,
I feel this wave coming over me,
riding the tide like I'm Poseidon,

totally sick of this circus like Icarus,

fying dangerously close to The Sun,
I'm high in a high rise on syd in Sydney,
like Midas my God what have we done.

∆ LaLux ∆
T-E-C-H-N-O-C-O-L-O-R-D-R-E-A-M-S-C-A-P-E

These days,
it’s all a Pre-Made Catch Phrase,
spending time like it’s money,
but don’t worry honey it’s all Pre-Paid,
can't ignore it pay it forward,
no room to breath fumigating I need space,
in the fast lane speeding,
all gimmicks no limits on the freeway,

thought you were forward thinking,

but you’ve got it all backwards,
we pay taxes to pay more taxes,
& that hurts like bad actors,

& I wrote this both as a protest,

as well as a a admission of submission,
because I can't help but to notice,
most of those that need help don't get it,

as I spy street cleaners from my highrise,

go through these means streets to pick up,
but street sweepers aren't enough,
not even heat seekers'll fx this mess up,
as things get meaner on the cold streets,
I'm still thinking things might nicen up,
 & no street sweeper is mean enough,
to sweep this riff raft up,
no sir leave that to the mean Reaper,
what dreams are made of this's that stuff,

putting it all out there but,

no one cares because,
I’m not famous enough,
everyone out of luck acting tough,
& I used to give a hand & a damn,
but now I don't because I've had enough,

see I can write the most profound lines,

humankind has ever paid mind to,
at least in modern day times,
yeah I can write those lines times two,

but really what’s the use,

of speaking the truth,
to these Consumerist Troops,
if they're all deaf dumb & mute,

tone deaf,
from the volume all the way up,
as they sit on their butts,
eyes glued to the tube too stuck,

& just to clear things up,

 it’s Consumerism,
that's got us totally screwed,
not Communism,
I think you’re honestly confused,

& if you’re confused,

let me spell it out for you,

T-E-C-H-N-O-C-O-L-O-R-D-R-E-A-M-S-C-A-P-E,

that’s TechnoColorDreamScape,
AKA Reality TV,
that's living waking life,
in a dream state apogee,

& you’re the star,

& the jokes on you,
hardy har har,
& boo hoo hoo,

where’s all the honey gone Honey-Boo-Boo?

The bees left their colonies,

no pollen trees just insecticides,
no apologies for disrespecting,
these policies that allow us all to die,

but I’m not going out anonymous,

not at all I’m leaving behind this legacy,
so let it be known through prose and poem,
that we left here with some dignity,

words used to mean something,

feelings used to matter,
emotions used to exist and hold weight,
mornings were only memories of laughter,
what’s become of the Good ‘Ol Days,
& what will be coming after,

these days,
everyone is caught in a catch phrase,
like a dolphin in a fshnet,
or a beach town in a sea wave,
or a Sinner in the Rapture,
or a deer on the freeway,
or a soldier in uniform,
during Operation Overlord on D-Day.

These days,
it’s all a Pre-Made Catch Phrase,
spending time like it’s money,
but don’t worry honey it’s all Pre-Paid,
can't ignore it pay it forward,
no room to breath fumigating I need space,
in the fast lane speeding,
all gimmicks no limits on the freeway.

∆ LaLux ∆
 The Elephant In The Room

Come on it’s obvious,

let’s just admit it,
we all know what it means,
when you lay back & they make you,

you don't have to believe me that's cool,

go ahead and ask that Drake dude,
he's not a fake dude and usually not rude,
so if you ask he'll probably tell you,

I mean how you think Drake got on,

& when do you think he’ll admit it,
sometimes the only thing worse,
than doing it is not admitting you did it,
sometimes getting what you want,
is worse than not getting it,
Drake come on we all know what you did,
& you're the only one that won't admit it,

it's okay it's 2017,

it's fne for you to come outta the closet,
we know you collect those purses for you,
we know you like your fngernails fawless,

you love handbags,

that's fact just admit it,
 you say they're for your women friends,
but we all know why you get them,

plus we all know you love the attention,

so just imagine the publicity you'd get,
if you fnally came out of the closet,
& made your private life public,

I can see the headlines now,

just envision what they'd say,
front page of the Daily Mail,
“Bombshell Dropped Drake Is Gay!”...

& hey if he's gay,

that's okay for real,
I told you before it's 2017,
so it's okay to say how you really feel,
I mean don't get me wrong,
I'm not trying to dis here I like Drake,
& I'd probably like him even more,
if only I swung that way...

Seriously it's all love,

I'm not trying to hate,
I not only like Drake as a person,
but I also enjoy the music he makes,

& I know he seems mean but please,

believe me his bark's worse than his bite,
 he's just a bit confused,
because he lost his way by way of the mic,

so don’t panic at this manic Disney Kid,

he’s just an actor that's kinda sensitive,
with hands so soft in fact that,
I only asked him one thing when we met,

& that was,

“What do you moisturize with?”,

he laughed thinking I was joking,

but I was absolutely serious,
I mean he’s not even masculine,
not even a little bit,

even when he’s mad & screaming,

he just sounds like a little bitch,
I mean we all know real danger is silent,
& doesn't come out making loaded threats,

I mean who gets mad,

then screams in an Auto-Tuned kiss,

and I honestly,
don't mean any of this,
it's not meant as a diss,
that's not my intent,
 though honestly when he reads this,
he'll probably get really pissed,

but if he gets upset,

then he misinterprets this,
because this isn't a diss,
not even a little bit,
I mean I love him so much,
I'd probably vote for him for president,

so I'll support him,

when he come out,
I'll say “Say it loud say it proud bro!”,
you're trapped in the closet get out,

say whatever you want,

just don't make threats,
'cause we both know I'm from a street set,
& the only set you claim is the TV set,

so come on don't start saying,

“I got dudes around that’ll clap you.”,
don't get other's involved in your drama,
that's really not the right attitude,

because that's what women do,

and you're not a woman are you dude?

Come talk to me like a man,

 if we've got problems we'll solve them,
I've got your back 100 you know that,
if people are pissin' you off I'm on them,

but don't whisper threats,

because regrets don't lead to progress,
and you've got more potential than most,
just stay humble or at least honest,

because we both know,

we’ve both got dudes around us,
and the price of life is cheap these days,
gotta be able to trust those around us,

remember,
real Threats don't just announce it,

so please stop the violence,

let's break bread and call a world truce,
'cause your dudes are ready to clap,
& my dudes are ready to clap too,

difference in my dudes are hungrier,

so they're willing to risk more for food,

ready and waiting like a lion,

to get the green light to get at you,

you don't want to get to clapping,

if you're mad with we can start wrestling,
no guns no knifes just one on one,
& I guarantee I'll lock you in submission,

plus from the humbling experience,

you might actually learn something,
and I've got a lot to learn too,
hey maybe I'm gay as well or something,

anyways come on man,

you're just not “that dude”,
stop frontin' you an actor not a trapper,
you're not Big Mac dude you're snack food,

baby bait,
small fry,
baby plate,
I guess that’s why,
you got,
that Babyface,
and you still pay dues,
to your label head Babyface,

oh my mistakes,
excuse me,
is it Drizzy Drake,
or Dizzy Drake,
what's the matter dawg,
can't concentrate gotta numb leg?,
 or it's possible you lost it all,
when you found out that everything's fake,
because no one's really real these days,

or maybe you lost yourself,

& your patience in all that $$$ you make?

So sweet you should change your name,

from Drizzy Drake to Birthday Cake,

just look,
at what a mess you’ve made,
took TuPac and gave us this bubblegum,
sold your soul so your body could be paid,

since when are 14 year old girls hip hop,

no pun intended but like Marvin Gaye,
what’s going on today,
you led the youth astray then went away,

lost in the lights,

as they fall upon your aura,
remember to make amends for yesterdays,
so you can have better tomorrows,

stop misleading the young,

stop feeding their dreams,
with material things,
stop gassing up kids with low self esteem,
 with all these fake ideas,
of misleading ideologies,
honestly,
it’s all demagoguery,
you’re not a real prophet,
& of our Owl you’re making a mockery,
so before we bury you in the Past,
we’ll allow you to offer your apologies,

before your art,

is buried under the Sands of Time,
take this moment to express yourself,
and really speak your Soul and Mind,

because kid you've got potential,

& yes you are a Chosen One,
but the way you abuse your power,
is disgusting like The Joker's tongue,

and that's important,

so I'll say it again,

you've got potential,

& yes you are a Chosen One,
but the way you abuse your power,
is disgusting like The Joker's tongue,

come on,
 it’s obvious,
let’s just admit it,
we know exactly what the problem is,

we all know what it means,

when you lay back and they make you,

how you think Drake got on,

& when do you think he’ll admit it,
sometimes the only thing worse,
than doing it is not admitting you did it,
sometimes getting what you want,
is worse than not getting it,
Drake come on we all know what you did,
& you're the only one that won't admit it,

but relax I'm not saying this is true,

did you read the disclaimer it's fction,
just said that there so I don't get sued,
& also so possibly I'll be forgiven,

because this is art,

and in art there are no rules,
so say and do and be who you want,
in art it's your right to choose,

and with that,

I hope I don't get accused,
of doing something I didn't do,
like making out that one time with dude,

because we all know Hollywood is ran,

by the The GMC AKA The Gay Mafa Cartel,
that much should be obvious,
especially from all the recent scandals,

recording live from the casting couch...

Come on it’s obvious,

let’s just admit it,
we all know what it means,
when you lay back & they make you.

∆ LaLux ∆
 The Ether of Everything
(Where There’s A Will There’s A Way)

Where there’s a will there’s a way,

feels like I’m writing my will out today,
well if so let it be known I proclaim,
“To the Power of Love I give it all away!”

I surrender completely,
let the Lord deliver me,
I’m in line with the Divine I'll be fne,
this is all of our designed destinies,

so these words will stay,

once I have gone,
once I return from where I've come,
all that's be left will be these poems,

leave these pieces here,

& then away with the rest of me,
as I evaporate in ecstatic bliss,
back into the ether of everything,

but worry not,

for you will not have lost me,
I'll just have changed form,
& I will wait for you patiently,
 & when you're ready,
please know I will be at home waiting,
once you're done with this world,
& all of it's hating,

because nothing is permanent,

except for everlasting love,
& I still love you always have & will,
& nothing can change that not even us,

you will always be welcome here,

please keep these words as a reminder,
until we meet again my friend,
when we're both a bit older & wiser,

until then I leave these pieces here,

& then away with the rest of me,
as I evaporate into ecstatic bliss,
back into the ether of everything,

because
where there’s a will there’s a way,
feels like I’m writing my will out today,
well if so let it be known I proclaim,
“To the Power of Love I give it all away!”

∆ LaLux ∆
 The Knight Before The Mourning

As the line between our private lives,

& the public eye blurs,
all the old paradigms dissolve,
& nothing becomes as it was before,

only a few months more,

to get this riddle solved,
feeling like The Batman The Joker,
& Lois Lane all rolled in one,

my new name is Nigiri,

on a roll hot like wasabi,
my threads are all designer,
& my hobbies are all hobbies,

I am defnitely not sure at all,

well at least defnitely not probably,

babbling’ with talking heads,

while jousting with the walking dead,
because we’re up right now up right now,
that's right the life of the party,

& you all probably already know all this,

because the whole time was Live recording,
Instagram Live Streaming all the time,
 I'm dreaming at the same time touring,

every moment recorded,

even when it's not at all important,
off script but don't trip,
because we're still part of the program,

so before I even wake up,

you already know the whole thing,
you already know what happened,
the night before the morning,

the Knight Before The Mourning,

sounds a bit prolifc & prophetic,

at least a little bit don’t you think,
but what’s it matter the least little bit,
if no one takes the time to think,

they’re just getting their nails done,

in the salon in the bottom of the boat,
as it sinks & we just think,
“Well I hope at least the lifeboat foats”,

in a bit of a panic,
like Leo in the Titanic,
searching for my romantic Winslet,
before we both sink in this disaster,
 see I see you drowning in this sea,
& I still love you even after everything,
so I swim over & my hand I outreach,
hoping you'll grab hold before you sink,
so I can backstroke with you on my back,
& swim us both to an island beach,

specifcally Leo's island,

you know the one Blackadore Caye,
he actually asked me to run the island,
said it was just a bunch of palm trees,

& I know this is reality,

even though it all feels like a dream,
so I close my eyes pray for better times,
then open my eyes to focus & blink,

blink,

blink,

blink,

blink,

the camera is always on,

the recording is always running,
this is layer cake no this is pound cake,
no this is the frst ring around the onion,
 onions in the sink,
got my eyes running made me think,
turned the water off got a wash cloth,
then took a moment to blink,

blink,

blink,

blink,

blink,

as the line between our private lives,

& the public eye blurs,
all the old paradigms dissolve,
& nothing becomes as it was before,

only a few months more,

to get this riddle solved,
feeling like The Batman The Joker,
& Lois Lane all rolled in one,

∆ LaLux ∆
 The Ways Of This Miracle Called Life

So sick of these cities,

& all this sickness it’s flthy,
& you can disguise the lies,
but you can't lie to me,

can't fool me with that smile,

I know you're not having a good time,
can't buy me with that money,
I want for nothing that's not mine,

see try as you might,

you can't hide reality,
not matter how bright the lights,
or how pretty the disguise,

can't hide the terror behind mascara,

I see the context behind those contacts,
locked in a job that's become a contract,
smoking cigs like this city's smokestacks,

it’s a pity,
that this city is so sickening,
what good's going to come,
from staying here meddling,

it’s time to get going,

 get that spot in the country side,
where we can just be free,
where we can awake rise & be alive,

& hopefully there we can wash,

away all this gluttonous pride,
because all the gold in the world,
comes with a hefty price,

& they can’t buy my soul,

even though believe me they’ve tried,
see I’ve been tested a few times,
but somehow I still survived,

so I'm still writing The Ways,

of this Miracle Called Life,
still giving praise,
& thanks I’m alive,

though I know it won’t be for much longer,

if I stay locked inside,
the cement trapping I’m entrapped in,
in this city inside my own mind,

so really,
when I say I’m sick of these cities,
what I'm really saying,
is I’m sick of me,
 see to feed the soul,
you much starve the ego,
the only way to gain it all,
is to learn to let it all go,

if you love them,

you must set them free,
so please cut the ties that bind me,
please set me free,

please,
set us free,
we have each other,
what more do we need?

We're young strong & healthy,

why are we wasting our lives working,
let's get a place in the country side,
sick of fast food let's slow down things,
tired of strangers preparing our meals,
let's have some home cooking,

so sick of these cities,

& all this sickness it’s flthy,
& you can disguise the lies,
but you can't lie to me.

∆ LaLux ∆
 Twist Of Fate

Got a call from a girl that,

expressed exactly these emotions,
that I’m feeling that we’re all feeling,
even though we don’t know how to put them,

how we all want to get away to a place,

no one said it had to be perfect,
just somewhere we can stretch & breath,
& enjoy some better weather we deserve it,
where we can be together together,
because we both know we’re worth it,

I thought this topic was interesting,

'cause having the option's a blessings,

we had a conversation,
about life & it's patterns,
about how no matter how much you plan,
some things just naturally happen,

about our feelings,

amongst other things,
about how we've freedom other's dream of,
& how everything feels like an offering,

about how we’re both glad,

 that she’s still in her body,
because if she was already gone,
things wouldn't be the same probably,

about how it’s good,

that she’s still here & I’m still here,
& how we probably should,
spend some time before we both leave here,

& about how it's good to have some fun,

before it all ends,
& about how maybe it’s about time,
to let our adventure fnally begin,

see she was in Byron,

en route to Tasmania,
& I was in Sydney,
writing like I've got bibliomania,

to be specifc,
I was writing The Sydney Sessions,
that's right the same book,
that you now have in your possession,

see the arts come frst,

I'm dedicated to my obsession,
so I write verse after verse,
which in turn turns into lessons,
 but I must confess when,
she called me I had a thought,
maybe I should join her,
& together we should ride off,

maybe I should just throw in the towel,

ask her to marry me & prepare my vows,
yeah maybe I should propose in the moment,
& not worry about the why's or how's,
not even think about the future because,
there's never a better time than now,

never a better time than right now,

& I thought about all this,

but kept my thoughts to my self,
then wrote it all down,
after we fnished our call,

& instead of joining her on her adventure,

I wrote this book as a gift for you all,

Got a call from a girl that,

expressed exactly these emotions,
that I’m feeling that we’re all feeling,
even though we don’t know how to put them.

∆ LaLux ∆
 Wake Me Now & Thank Me Later

As the sun,
starts to slowly rise over Sydney Harbor,

I stand alone,
looking out over the balcony & wonder,

why do we feed,
our future seeds,

poison in everyday things,

literally,

the ointment,
is the poison,

we focus on nonsense,
instead of what's important,

everyone on their laptops & phones,

feels like Attack of The Clones,

with skeletons in our closets,

& a backpack full of bones,

in pain from it all,

but when we complain we're fed Tylenol,
administered drugs from sinister thugs,
Woolworth’s is the main culprit,

we’re all going under,

& we probably all deserve it,

we’re all in trouble,

with nowhere to run to,

where will we go,

when we fnally come to,

nowhere to hide,
from the Light of the Sun rise,
& this is the truth,
even if it doesn't sound right,

come to,
your senses,

we are all our,

own worse menaces,

tooth aches head hurts,

maybe I should see a dentist,

& I'm sorry for insulting you,

but the worst part is I meant it,
 feeling all jolly,
all dressed up in our splendor,

wandering around all jaunty,

wanting to congratulate The Inventor,

for the exponential growth,

that’s occurred,

from obscure to a buzzword,

in less than a lightyear as space blurs,

& I wake up,

still awake from the night before,

to the lights of the Harbor,

upon a building built on a concrete shore,

in a city called Sydney,

built by criminals & slaves,
but I'm singling out Sydney,
because America was built the same,

as the city's lights slowly start,

to give way to the sun light,
of the new day I give praise,
& thanks to God for this fun life,
 for this one night,
that felt like a lifetime,

gone now luckily I wrote some lifelines,

which I disguised as lite rhymes,

when really they're the right rhymes,

to free any imprisoned mind,

because the ship is still sinking,

but you’re still at the bar drinking,
& you're starting to get this feeling,
you've been caught & you start reeling,

& no one else is there,

no other drunken patrons,

everyone else is gone,
& you'd go too but you haven't a home,
no one's around not even a waiter,

and that’s when,

you discover these,
proverbs under the cover of these words,
& you fnd they're your savior,

as time tick-tocks,
you kick rocks like Kid Rock,
getting kick backs,
 until you fnd right there,

that the Tic Tacs,

that you kicked back,
are actually a syntax of medicinals,
candy disguised as Lifesavers,

& just in time,

you fnd these quotes before you choke,
to get you to the right life boat,
now that’s what I call a Lifesaver,

& once I take note,

that you’re safely to shore,
I turn to go,
up Heaven's Elevator,

but before I go,

I give you one more quote,
& simply say to you once more,
“Goodbye For Now you can Thank Me Later.”.

∆ LaLux ∆
 “I've gotta,
get outta this city,
if it's the last thing,
I ever do.”
 Good morning!

Time to Rise & Shine!

END
∆