A Dream Evoked

They reach like claws, from underground;

In a thousand hues of gray and brown.

Like Death’s icy fingers, to me they seem;

for now, at least, until the spring.

Then even Hades himself must yield,

to life exploding from once fallow fileds.

But for now, a vision, row upon row;

Skeletal and dormant, blanketed in snow.

I close my eyes so I can see,

your promise, your future, a Dionysian dream.

We’ll dance to Pan’s piping, our heads will reel,

with blood stained feet, we’ll splash in steel.

At last to rest within the oak;

to dream, and dream, a dream evoked.

 

© C. G. Luty, 2012

A Lovers Dream

I dreamed about us,

face to face;

Wrought together,

In a lovers embrace.

Arms and legs,

Our souls entwined;

Impossible to separate,

No power could unwind.

 

I dreamed about us,

Heart to heart,

Beating in unison,

In passion, a new start.

Brought together at last,

The future we see;

Sought forever, a love for,

Just you and me.

 

I dreamed about us,

Face to face,

Flesh to flesh, heart and soul,

In a lovers embrace.

© C. G. Luty, 2012

Disbelief, Grief

To say it was shocking, to say I am stunned;

Such understated sentiment, such feeling I shun.

From nowhere, all over, can’t find no relief.

Welcome to my new world, of disbelief, and grief.

That’s okay though, I hear you, and sometimes I still dream.

Sadly even that must end soon, a slate to wipe clean.

Theres some things I can’t say to you, some things full of shame,

These things drive me round and around, these things end in pain.

So go on, I’ll go on, theres others that need me.

Go on, just go on, theres others that guide me.

This new world so hopeless, so helpless I seem.

It’s time to fly upward, the invisible, seen.

© C. G. Luty, 2012

Back For More

Well shit.

2011 turned out to be, well I won’t say the worst year, but I will say the craziest. The split with my partner is settling in slowly, and a new caereer and single parenting has really kept me busy. I have a pile of rough material I will get up as I finish them. Hopefully I can get it down and done, and released to the ether, so I can get on getting on!

Thanks for reading. Poetic rants to follow, and I hope to make time to read some more of what others have been writing these past months.

Peace, Burn the Poets.

Love Like Madness

It never stops, can’t turn it off.
Not for a second, not these thoughts.

It can consume me, so completely.
Not just a kindness, or total blindness.

It you can’t see, still I seem free.
Not sunk, afloat, adrift, I awoke.

It, a dark dream, a haunting, a scream.
For peace, a dove, to sleep, in love.

It will never cease, don’t want release.
Embraced in sadness, love like madness.

© C. G. Luty, 2011

The Well

The field lay fallow now, wrapped tenderly in a snowy embrace. Rising, struggling against it’s crumbling age, the well weeps, a marker of love laid waste.
The cold stone beckons, a march, laboured, drifting, without care. Sweet, serene, calling silently, a single track, virginity marred, bare.
Down into its circular, singular eye, unfathomable, haunting darkness shunned. Then the cloud breaks, behind sad reflections, beautiful eyes, oh beautiful sun.

© C. G. Luty, 2011

Flip It

Tired of being, tired of seeing.

So fucking tired of waiting, so messed up, all the hating.

This ain’t no freak show, this ain’t no fucking peep show.

This shit so deep I’m swimming on it, so drown you fucking no show.

Tired of venting, the masses keep renting,

Social networks, how’s that crap work?

Sell your soul bitch, I’ll sell mine too, we’ll all be empty, huff that glue.

Whats the point in keeping it? Blow it all up, dumbass, that’s what we oughta do.

Sick of hearing, sick of fearing.

Who’s they, them, us, and we?

If we can’t judge, then they can’t hate us, if we can’t love, then we can’t see.

Read the words, for fuck sake. Yours, mine, anyones,  stand free.

Fuck the mystery, fuck the secrets.

Burn their history, torch our regrets.

Stand up, shitters, right now! Rise up, we’re all fucked, it don’t matter anyhow.

Write your words, fight the war, stand up so you are counted , or keep quiet you fucking whores.

© C. G. Luty, 2011

Nothing But Secrets

When everything is lost, when everything is shattered;

When worlds and dreams lay ravished, and nothing ever mattered.

This is all we’re left with, visions of regret;

This is all you left behind, nothing but your secrets.

When everyone’s stopped laughing, when you are just a haunt;

When feelings cannot even breath, and your nothing that I want.

This is all I’m left with, nothing more than dust;

This is all you ever were, nothing more than secrets.

When love has turned to apathy, and fire has turned to ice;

When women like you are phantoms,  men like me have become mice.

This is what your worth now, the sum of all the those years;

This is all our desert holds, nothing but your secrets.

© C. G. Luty, 2011

Stuck

There is this thing , a certain feeling; Of being trapped, kept down and kneeling; It may come and go, in different times; I can’t describe it, a dream, less sublime.

Though today, at once, and now; I stand up straight, unbent, unbowed; but then I see her and the moments gone; the anger rises, the regret dawns.

There is this thing, that holds me down; I am Prometheus, chained and bound. She is an eagle, on me she feasts; with never an end, never release.

Though I see it, in this moment; tomorrow I’m blinded with shame and torment; and if at last the silence comes; my mind won’t rest, for the pounding drums.

There is this thing, that leaves me thinking; will I rise up, or will I be sinking; Will I be okay, and shine with good luck; Will I stride onward, or will I be stuck?

© C. G. Luty, 2011

Sunshine in My Face

Sunshine in my face, temporarily embraced;

eyes squinting, vision shrinking, reminder of my place.

Sunshine in my face, behind tired eyes left its trace;

orange glowing, thoughts bestowing, an oracle of grace.

Sunshine in my face, struck like lightning, sets the pace;

shocks the system, locks my vision, set my heartbeat in a race.

Sunshine in my face, covers sight as if with lace;

gently warming, soothing morning, inspiration I embrace.

© C. G. Luty, 2011