STARS ALIGNING

NOTE: this is a very different "poem" from my usual material. Some may argue that it's not even a poem, but more like a random thought. Then again, what actually defines a "poem" anyway? If this is the form I want my poem to be in, then I say, screw it, this is the form it's going to be in, dude.


YOU CAN'T FORCE THE STARS TO ALIGN, IT JUST HAPPENS
by matt burns

Sometimes you just don’t know when the stars are going to align. I randomly decided to go to Starbucks last night - around 8pm - to do a little writing with my laptop. I got a medium-roast coffee and set up shop in a comfortable corner. To my great delight, the store had an 80s playlist playing over the radio - it was one 80s pop tune after another. This is probably close to my idea of a heaven. Starbucks gives me the best of caffeine buzzes. When you combine that buzz with 80s music, the stars have most certainly aligned, my friend.

The thing about the stars aligning, though, is you can never anticipate or predict when it’s going to happen. You can’t plan for it. You can’t search for it. It just happens, when you least expect it. And the bliss you experience can never be purposefully sought back out and relived. You cannot make a sequel out of it. You just have to go back about your life and realize that you will experience bliss like that again, but it’s going to happen when you’re searching for it the least.

ASSHOLE ALL THE TIME

ASSHOLE ALL THE TIME
by matt burns

It’s better to be an asshole
And be right eighty-percent of the time
While wrong twenty-percent of the time
Than be a pushover one-hundred-percent of the time

Be an asshole all the time
It will feel so sublime
Don't feel like it's a crime
It’s much better than being a pussy full-time
Oh, look, I made a rhyme

BE READY TO SAY FUCK OFF

BE READY TO SAY FUCK OFF
by matt burns

Be prepared
Because the negative comment
Will come your way
When you least expect it

If you’re not prepared to say
FUCK OFF
Then the comment will cling to you
And parasitically
Drain your life force

Always have a simple
FUCK OFF
Ready in the chamber
Because the energy of these words
Sends the comment
Right
On back
To where it came from

A lovely
FUCK OFF
Is your tennis racket
And you’re not just lobbing the ball back
You’re spiking that fucker
Back in their face
Knocking them off balance
And off their feet

Trust me
And keep saying
FUCK OFF
Because eventually the lowlifes
Will stop sending those comments
That drain you
And bring you down

Be ready at all times and
Say
FUCK OFF
To all those little fucks

FLYING HIGH and IN THE DESERT

ANNOUNCEMENT: Just to give you a heads up, I now have a new, non-poetry blog called "The Burnzo Papers" where I share my unique perspective on the world's current events. Please check it out when you get a chance. Thank you for your support and Happy New Year!





FLY ME HIGH
by matt burns

Red-tailed hawk
Flying high
Please take me to your sky
Where I have a better eye

I'm blinded by being too low
The murkiness of this negative frequency
Takes me out of the know

Red-tailed hawk
Take me high
I am in this spell
I'm in hell



IN THE DESERT
by matt burns

I look around at what’s close to me
There’s sand as far as the eye can see

I am stuck in the desert here
Do I maintain hope
Or do I despair

There is no path in sight
To any new civilization
I must remain in this place
And be ok with the present situation

MALWARE

MALWARE
by matt burns

I’ve tried to reset
I’ve tried to cleanse
But it continues to cling to me

The intense rage comes and goes
The intense depression comes and goes
One minute I think I’m ok
But then I’m erratic again
Illogical
Irrational
My feelings
My emotions
My behaviors
Make no sense
Almost like they’re not even coming from me
But an external entity

That girl gave me malware
And no matter what I do
I can’t get rid of it

THE NEWS DOES SEEM TO SLEEP

THE NEWS DOES SEEM TO SLEEP
by matt burns

I've been trying to keep up with it all
Every day is something big and huge
It's all coming at me so fast
I finally catch up
And stay on top of it all
And I'm really proud of myself for it

Then Christmas comes
I scour the news sites
I scour
And I scour
But there's hardly anything
It's not only a slow news day
But there's hardly any news to speak of
I feel a void
I was apparently addicted to being on top of the news
There's nothing!

Curious it is
That there only seems to be big news in the world
When the news people are on the clock
And they're around to report it
And make it into BIG NEWS

When the news people are on a holiday
So isn't the news, it seems
Thus, maybe the news only exists
When the news people are around to fuel it
Build it up
Or maybe even manufacture it

If there's nobody around to report on that tree falling in the forest
Does it actually still make a noise?

Why don't we just take the news people away
That way the news can sleep every day
There will be no more crashing of trees in the world's forest
The world will have less noise
Quiet down
And peace will be restored

World peace can be realized
Simply by ridding the world of the news people

THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PAST

THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PAST
by matt burns

2014 is almost at a close
I look back on the past year
Mostly about the failed relationship
I think coulda, shoulda, woulda
Coulda shoulda woulda
I spend all my time thinking
And rethinking
Trying to wrap my head around what went wrong
Trying to trace things back
All the way back to the seeds of the destruction
But I find no definitive seeds
Or when I think I'm just about to find one
I find more root
And the root twists around and around
In circles
Tangling
Webbing

When it comes to a toxic relationship
Finding out exactly what went wrong
May not even be possible
Yet I can't turn off the coulda shoulda woulda
The endless racing of the mind
Trying to figure out what went wrong
24 hours, 7 days a week
Haunted

2015 is only a couple weeks away
As it comes closer
I see a fork up ahead in the road
Two different paths reveal themselves to me
A path where I remain haunted
And a path where I transcend my haunted mind
The choice is up to me
But it's not going to be an easy one
The Ghost of Christmas Past is powerful
And will be difficult to rise above