THADDEUS HUTYRA
NEW YORK NEW YORK CITY
New York, New York City
you, the dazzling Melting Pot
with never ending dreams
and the reality splendid in all images
there can ever be projected
on the screen of life, the NYC life
You, America’s Tower of Babel !
New York, New York City
you, the vibrating town
of diligent men and women
at work, in love, family life
busy in shaping destiny
under the NYC hilarious skies
You, the scenic Big Apple !
To this generous, life-giving city
I yearn, my Lord
To those soaring skyscrapers
flirting with the NYC skies
I yearn, my Lord
To this city of eternal life
where my soul settled permanently
I yearn, my Lord
To this city of humanity’s best
I yearn, yearn, my Lord !
New York, New York City
you, the hub of day and night activity
for the noble New Yorkers
descendants of immigrants
from four points of the world
fulfilling their goals
You, the Center of the Universe.
New York, New York City
you, with your Broadway Theaters
Metropolitan Museum of Art
Empire State Building
many more wonders
all bringing expressions of pride
upon faces of New Yorkers.
To this generous, life-giving city
I yearn, my Lord
To those soaring skyscrapers
flirting with the NYC skies
I yearn, my Lord
To this city of eternal life
where my soul settled permanently
I yearn, my Lord
To this city of humanity’s best
I yearn, yearn, my Lord !
New York, New York City
you, my childhood in Central Park
unforgettable Bronx Zoo
the Village, Circle Line
Museum of Modern Art
and Guggenheim one
You, the city of my true love.
New York, New York City
I am your troubadour
adventurer with the torn soul
any time when away
feeling then Judas kiss
but when back a happy New Yorker
feeling the presence of thy Lord.
To this generous, life-giving city
I yearn, my Lord
To those soaring skyscrapers
flirting with the NYC skies
I yearn, my Lord
To this city of eternal life
where my soul settled permanently
I yearn, my Lord
To this city of humanity’s best
I yearn, yearn, my Lord !
© Thaddeus Hutyra 26/03/2015
BREEZES OF SPIRIT
Where our two hearts are meeting
in a secret place of our own
on the meadows
of our hearts !
Fever of love ignites us so !
Just look high temperatures
are melting our hearts
and with them
our worlds !
Yet we remain
for love is invincible !
I got the keys, you got the keys
and that’s our secret
not cheap thrills !
Unfortunately, people
the same can be said
about hate
the dark, vindictive princess
with explosive rage
desiring wrath
one does not know
what’s for !
Just look around you
and at the world affairs
Fanatics of all devil’s depths
spreading to harm us !
Unaware the Prince of Darkness
is using the wizardry powers !
One thing is common of them
no acceptance of diversity
They want you and me, us all
the way they are
they, the devil’s servants !
I pray reason and love
are definitely stronger
and more lasting
than any Old Nick’s tricks.
How can we reverse things
the sliding into Apocalypse ?
Well, let’s go back to the future
back to the Big Bang
and escape the prison
to a borderless new world !
O’ be witness of the new Big Bang
watch it, get thrilled with it
enter it, get to the other side !
See, we are free
in the boundlessness
of all the new dimensions !
Free, free, free !
In all the diversity !
Yes, O’ yes ! We are out
Out of the devastating past !
Yes, O’ yes ! We are in !
in the pristine veil
of ecstatic dawn of the future !
Come, my dear, let me guide you
onto the meadows of our hearts !
Let’s celebrate our love
the endless nectar
of our hearts' gardens !
Come, my dear, don’t hesitate
hear the melodies of a violin
in the breezes of spirit
flowing in the winds
on our idyllic meadows
of our hearts !
‘© Thaddeus Hutyra July, 2016
POET
I am a poet in all incarnations
writing artful verses
spreading over the sheets of life
hallowed as the Ganges
the Hindu sacred, cleansing river.
Unfathomable emotions
accentuate density
of my very feelings
for enigmatic is life
of a poet as me.
I am an artist, a painter of verses
a sculptor, a singer and a musician
a conductor of the muse
the poets are so proud of.
I am a photographer of life
that the Lord, our Father
have created
and I register it
in my poetic verses
once for all
making sure
the evidence is never lost !
Photographer of love
of our hearts, rebel hearts
all the emotions
between you and me
that are sparking
to the starry skies
and further to the Universe.
I am a dancer in all the verses
I, the watchful eye of spirits
Not even the very air
can escape my attention
for I am the photographer of fate.
I am a choreographer
dealing with the real life
and all its roughness
Dreams must become reality
in my choreographic plan.
And when it comes to you and me
I am all of the above
the poet in all the incarnations
loving you as nobody else
for you are the temple of mine
O lover !
Ah, look, whoever you are
look how I catch the sparks
of all the moments of life
into the lens
of my poetic ink
Nothing can really escape me
for I am a poet
the right hand of the Lord !
©
THADDEUS HUTYRA
25/02/2016
No comments :
Post a Comment