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
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.
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.
Pure white beginnings,
Canvas yet revealed,
The initial singularity,
A universe unknown,
Nothing but forward,
Two paths joined in the snow.
© C. G. Luty, 2016
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
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
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
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
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