BetaVerse By Aaron LaLux

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,THH3 96 ∆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,THH3 97 ∆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...

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...THH3 142 ∆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,THH3 143 ∆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...

I WishI 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…LaLuxFeb 8, 2022

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...

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The Perpetual Motion of Beautiful ChaosAs 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,p...

What WordsWhat 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…

Looking For Love

American Refugee Live From Sky TowerAmerican Refugee Part 1: Waking UpHead 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 PyramidEating 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...

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...

Double DownThere 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...

Fool’s MoonThe 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 ∆