Megan Lutz
~~*
Bearing of existence *~~
© Megan Lutz
Monday, April 07, 2003
It is a question of whether you
believe science or mythology,
Listen to fact or touch the heart
of belief,
The bearing of our existence is an
age-old debate,
That will continue to wage even
after we are dead...
If Adam and Eve were the first
people and populated the whole world,
Wouldn’t that mean that it was all
insect and,
Doesn’t the bible frown upon that
relation with family members?
If they did begin our ways of
life, then wouldn’t we be,
Looking all alike coz of the same
genetic code passed down,
Of course, it is a lot more
complicated than that, and,
I am not one to go into it, coz I
just plain don’t get it...
Natural selection states that the
strongest will prevail,
Look at people in different
environments and you can see,
How much the person is suited to
that milieu,
Evolution may take years to happen
but,
In the end, we are better off in
living; it ain’t luck, but genes,
I know that I believe in what I
can see and feel,
I have seen the family trees, seen
the footsteps of evolution,
There are flaws of course, but
that is the way with everything,
Life wouldn’t be the same without
them,
If we were created by some higher
being, God, so be it,
If we just evolved, so be it, coz
let’s face it,
We are here and that is what
counts,
Whoever or whatever did it, hasn’t
done a shabby job so far...
~** Highest
Peak **~
I often look back over my
years of existence,
Trying to figure out,
what would be my highlight,
My highest peak; there
has been so many events,
That makes my heart swell
with fondness...
Being accepted into
college is one-step on the mountain,
Following my dream,
learning to fish properly,
Dream of the ocean
rolling, the smell of salt,
I have not yet met that
pinnacle, that separate highlight...
Becoming a woman, when I
thought no one would want me,
Has its advantage, but it
was empty,
I know how to pleasure a
man, and be pleasured in return, but,
That isn’t love, so I
guess I will have to keep looking...
The highest peak of my
life is being with my family,
Their love is pure and
untainted to roam free around my body,
Small events that bring
smiles to my face,
I know that I will always
be loved, and that is one peak, that cannot fall...
© Megan Lutz
Friday, April 11, 2003
**~ Living in Shadows ~**
© Megan Lutz
Wednesday, April 09, 2003
I hide in the shadows because I
am not a beauty,
The blackness hides my
self-inflicted scars,
Both internal and external, I
cannot face the world,
For sure, I would be branded a
monster,
Human, don’t get me wrong,
I live in the shadows because I
have these scars,
From when I set the house on
fire,
Just because I hated myself; now
I only hate more...
I wasn’t born to be anything
significant,
Destined to always sit at the
back of the room,
Unnoticed by my peers, I don’t
know,
Maybe I just wanted their
attention, and,
That was why I punished myself...
Before, they looked right through
me,
Now, they stare with pity in
their eyes,
I don’t want their pity, I want
to be them!
Something that I could never be,
I was so unhappy as it was...
My parents ignored me, almost,
To the point that they denied my
existence,
Plain and no brain, what was I
supposed to do?
The fire destroyed the house and
all their photos,
It caught them in bed, burned
them to a crisp,
I waited inside the house, the
flame caressing,
I could feel no pain, only
acceptance,
That was, until I was snatched
out of the inferno,
By some ‘hero’ firefighter, how I
want to hate him,
I wanted to fry and take everyone
with me,
Now I just lurk in the shadows,
refusing to come out,
I wait for the day that I will
just blend into the black
Becoming a nothing once again...
~*~ Sanity
is being insane ~*~
© Megan Lutz
Friday, April 11, 2003
Who wants to be mirror images of
everyone else,
If whoever (or whatever) created
us, wanted us to be that way,
Then all our DNA would be replicas
without any variation,
Screw that man, I need choices, I
need to be me,
I ask the question, what is being
sane all about?
Being normal, people answer, but
what is normal?
Normal, is that repetition,
repetition, repetition,
Coz that would drive me insane,
literally, unless I would be programmed,
I was born with a brain, and I
will bloody use it to be ME!
So what if I dance down the street
naked,
Other people have done it; I am
just a new body,
I could scream at the top of my
lungs,
Until I get arrested for noise
pollution,
It is small antics like those that
keep me real,
Make me feel alive, pumping with
energy,
I don’t want to be anyone else, so
what if it seems weird,
To have a connection with life, it
is a gift,
Be yourself, and so what if people
think you are insane,
Coz I’m telling ya, being insane
is the basis for sanity!
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