Awkward Girl/Shy Boy

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


Bohemian

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

 


Judgement

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.


Interview

https://felanzine.wordpress.com/2016/03/28/interview-c-g-luty/


Issue 4, the Melancholy Issue, is Now Available!

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Twice as Far, Half as Bright

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 😉

 

 


Lets Roll

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.