Awkward girl? That can’t be you;
Every word charts our thoughts,
And every thought leads right to you.
Shy boy? That probably isn’t me;
Every touch times our heart beats,
Every kiss crashes through me.
A journey ahead, twists, turns, who can see?
I shyly look, there you are
looking back, Shining so awkwardly.
© C. G. Luty, 2016
Verdant pools encircled in hazel, glistening, cool;
Words dance between, I hear them, I feel them,
I see them reflecting, laughter, a smile, sorrow, wisdom.
So confident, intriguing. Emeralds can burn, wreathed in amber,
Fueled by fermentation and all the green things, they gleam, knowing.
Now dark with mystery, lean in once, twice, see me;
Lost now in technology, a dream, a reality, they still call out to me;
Artist, traveler, bohemian, with eyes to drown myself in.
© C. G. Luty, 2016
I’ve been thinking a lot about it lately. More specifically I’ve been thinking about the damage done by it. Those times I’ve misjudged a thing or far worse, a human being, or been misjudged myself. Faces stream through my memories, expressionless, anguished, enraged, broken. Her face…all the hers I’ve ever known, endless variations of a theme. My own face, scowling back at me.
Just the other day I heard the most amazing woman say that it was human. She tried not to judge, but could not help it. I agreed then to. She was right. It came down to being this self aware bag of blood and bones. We harbor such insecurities. So flawed and bent and twisted. Yet you find souls that ignite your own and prove you are so much more.
We scratch and fight for wisdom I think, rather than aquire it in some passive manner related to the movements of the cosmos. This girl had it, her battle scars didn’t show, but I saw. I guess anyone who takes a chance, smashes their heart on someone, stands up for something or better, someone, fights, lives, survives, will gain wisdom.
Since we all judge, I pray that the fighters, the lovers, the dreamers, the survivors, the saints judge me well. For the rest, go earn it!
~Peace, Burnthepoets.
So, it’s getting late; I may as well except my fate.
And, though I didn’t ask for it; The truth is I don’t give a shit.
So, I’m stumbling home right now; I’ve crawled this same route anyhow.
And, it gives me time to think; ’bout space, ’bout time, about another drink.
And all them bodies drift apart; expanding forever right from the start.
And though I squint into the night; you’re twice as far, half as bright.
God damn, those polluting lights; All I see are planes and satellites.
And the timing might be wrong; Some comets just don’t ever truly belong.
So, I see her smiling bright; her eyes aren’t shy, she’s starry light.
And that moon doesn’t notice me; Silent and cold, in space you freeze.
And all them bodies drift apart; expanding forever right from the start.
And though I squint into the night; you’re twice as far, half as bright.
I think, when I’m a star once more; In a spiral galaxy right next door.
I’ll use my mass, my gravity; Pull me to you or you to me.
You’ll see, when atoms collide; energy is released and stuff divides.
See that time begins again; New suns? New moons? It all depends.
And all them bodies drift apart; expanding forever right from the start.
And though I squint into the night; you’re twice as far, half as bright.
© C. G. Luty, 2016
*another song, if it doesn’t work reading, try singing it 😉
Let the brake off, Lets roll;
It’s time to let it all go.
Walk the streets, Like vermin;
Soakin’ wet from empty sermons.
Build it up, Knock it down;
Leave that mess that stains the ground.
Lay a pipe down, Empty badlands;
This shits getting right out of hand.
Blow the roof off, Empty ceiling;
Burn it all ’til it’s black and peeling.
Shoot your mouth off, Smoke another;
We’re just dust, it just don’t matter.
Let the brake off, Lets roll;
It’s time to let it all go.
Let the brake off, Lets roll;
You know it’s time to let it all go.
© C. G. Luty, 2016
*more song lyrics, I hope it works without music.
You were right that we were wrong
But wrong why we weren’t right
I thought what time has meant for you
For me time equals insight
The clawing petty cruelties
Perhaps we had become like wraiths
The silence the cacaphonies
I simply had no faith
© C. G. Luty, 2016
Somewhere downtown, there was this man;
Ate every meal, right out the can;
He said “It might seem lazy.”
And “I’m surely crazy.”
“But this life’s all hazy”
“‘sides I got everything I need.”
Got booze, got dope, got nicotine. Yea I’ve got everything I need.
Got booze, got dope, got nicotine…
There is this girl, I see downtown;
She shines that smile, to all around her.
With her cowboy hat, and
Her music playing;
And the sun it’s shining;
And she’s got everything she needs.
Got tunes, got sun and a cool breeze. Yea she’s got everything she needs.
Got tunes, got sun and a cool breeze…
Up high downtown, in glass and steel;
A C.E.O looks ’round her, she just can’t feel;
With power lunches,
and midnight brain storms,
She has the keys now;
Wonders “Is this really all I need?”
Got wealth, got power, I’ve got the keys; Is this really all I need?
Got wealth, got power, I’ve got the keys…
Yea we’ve got everything we need!
Yea we’ve got everything we need!
© C. G. Luty, 2016
*note: these are lyrics to a song I wrote, hence the cadence is off when reading.
I’ve been lurking and reading random bloggers lately and I find myself completely humbled by the incite and eloquence that can be found in the blogosphere ( I never read all the hate shit and other garbage of course ). I don’t know why I don’t “like” everything I like, but I really should. Must turn it into inspiration!
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