Rooftop Reflections

Workaholic

Luis Guajardo — Sun, 05 Apr 2009 03:40:22 +0000

It’s weird how addicting work gets
Who would’ve thought neurons firing from a wildfire of ideas could feel so damn good

Stress - it’s a matter of opinion
To some it’s a crumbling devastation that folds you up
But to others it’s the spark plug of motivation to never fail

Problem is…an overdose of work can leave you dumb and drooling on the floor - D.E.A.D.

You Make It Easy

Luis Guajardo — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 22:28:20 +0000

You make it easy, what is, to some, so hard

The hand of some angel that touches you, seems to guard

The impossible tasks and difficult moments

The living proof of that Midas touch

You live life while others seek the reasons

The answer is so simple when you don’t seek it

Is luck a myth?

A myth that explains the unexplained?

To some it’s strange when things go our way

They believe fate is the hand controlling the strings in some puppet play

Ups and downs, start to finish

The universe will balance the existence of chaos

So read these words and take them to heart

Because the you is I and the rest who are quick to draw

What Day Is It?

Luis Guajardo — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 22:27:18 +0000

today is tomorrow and yesterday today

i wouldn’t trade tomorrow for today

yesterday is not needed, so throw it away

i am for today, i am for the moment

we are the crusade sent to plunder

Though i am indifferent, still i deliver

3 a.m. or noon today, the time does not suffice

in years it’s dissipating, rumbled by the thunder

know what the under cover smells like

where the rebels go

seems like the more we are achieving

the closer we are to leaving this world

Free Formed Views of Irony

Luis Guajardo — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 22:24:26 +0000

On a stretch of road,

Between dusk and dawn

Make sure not to listen too lazy

When I have no assurance, except my own two fucking legs

There’s no time for romance

I’ve already got one in my head

With opportunity smiling at me

Hoisted on shoulders of my friends

I won’t stand there like a statue, or be caught dead

This don’t mean I’ve lost my body, just ‘cause I lost my head

I just use the strength inside, enough to break my trends

Reading is a ridiculous gift, the cat’s got your hat

The fish in the bowl that don’t shut up

Life seems so easy moving in rhyme

Sometimes that’s how we get by

Lay the truth on the table

Throw lost hopes in the trash

All I need is a little sanity

And I know it’s at home somewhere

Fresh Air

Luis Guajardo — Thu, 05 Feb 2009 22:18:00 +0000

Hiking in mountains can be so invigorating
Fresh air doesn’t come for free in this big city, but I like to go that pace, lazilly
Make sure I don’t miss a detail I pass, although I don’t really pay attention
From a birds eye view it’s really not that far
Only 3-D perception can explain me as a phenomenon
Running has its rewards when I wipe that sweat away to look back at what I have outrun
Eventually it’ll catch up, unless I want to run forever
Which isn’t so bad when you live near the beach
It takes time to absorb the sun, this is where I catch my breath
Hidden from the shadows in the big spotlight
But it’s not all fame and fortune, for cancer comes here
Thriving in the ego’s delight
It’s easy to ignore, you can block it with dreams
Riches galore and hidden corners of the world
I remember the air up North in Michigan
The time during fall when the dew is just barely forming crystals
As the temperature dances on the door of freezing
It as if the cool air cleanses your longs and soul
You remember how it feels to be alive
Fresh Air

Control

Luis Guajardo — Thu, 06 Nov 2008 22:34:56 +0000

You are beautiful this way
The eyes of the world on your passionate face
You steal the keys and close the gate
But you don’t realize I’m already in
You say that it’s over, but you let it begin
Don’t want it too much, you’re such a wonderful friend
Don’t fear, the walls will disappear
Its clear, the way to go we’ll never know

Lying naked in bed with the crowd overhead
Having visions of you, waiting for them to be true
And after a while I just jump in the fire
And let blind fate take control of my life

We are beautiful this way
We play with our lives like it’s intended to be
We only hold close who we need
There’s no time for lies just common beliefs
You say that it’s over, but I start it again
And you want it so much, to be just my friend
Don’t fear, the walls will disappear
Its clear, the way to go we’ll never know

Lying naked in bed with the crowd overhead
Having visions of you, waiting for them to be true
And after a while I just jump in the fire
And let blind fate take control of my life

On the Eve of Life

Luis Guajardo — Wed, 04 Jun 2008 07:49:44 +0000

To obsess is regressed depression, but absence, the precursor to insecurity, challenges my sanity and sanctity. My level of interest is high. I want to let go.

It’s crazy to assume that something that has happened once in this universe will not repeat. So why obsess? I do remember the love of life and the life of love – It’s so easy, as far as I recall.

It’s reciprocation that is the monotony of monogamy, and again, it’s the absence that breaks up this silence. Is the existence of silence in the lack of action?

It’s so easy to make a smile, so we should repeat it all the time. The comedy of it all is that through age, wisdom is gained. Yet I can sit here bewildered as the answers dodge my insight.

Friends With No Asterisk

Luis Guajardo — Mon, 22 Oct 2007 01:10:35 +0000

I hate, when the chips go stale
I hate, when the dishes aren’t done
I hate, when I forget to pay the bills
I hate, when the grass is too long

Be careful what you say, you can throw your own life away
I can sit here and reason, but I’m the only one to persuade
Sometimes I like it cold, I prefer my bed to be a mess
There’s no method to my madness, only happiness will confess

Just leave me alone, I don’t care what you have to say
Don’t pick up the phone, you know I don’t answer anyways
To be your friend, should not come with an asterisk
We’ll meet again, I leave for just the hell of it

I love, a rainy day watching flics
I love, man’s best friend
I love, a dirty kitchen while stuffed real fat
I love, masturbating to relieve the stress

Be careful what you say, I don’t take kindly to idiots
Respect my way, I’m fine with all the silliness
Perfection is a myth, and it’s ugly to me anyways
I embrace my mistakes, they’re my memories of innocence

King of the Hill

Luis Guajardo — Mon, 22 Oct 2007 01:07:45 +0000

King of the Hill
You wonder who’s going to be on top
But I’m already here
Lavender thrills
From breathin down your neck, eat your pills
That won’t stop your chills
Be careful to wear summer clothes, hot water
Will bleed through your colors
Red carpets are gray to the dogs, no color
Don’t act like you own it

You’ll never ever see me ‘cause you think you’re on fire
I lay below the limelight to accomplish my style
Don’t question the existence of a fight for the power
The hill has room for one to build their own lonely tower

It’s not the clothes that we wear, it’s not the color or hair
That makes us feel that we are not empty
Forget the fans and the fare, they don’t pay you to stare
Do you remember how to love and how to care?

King of the hill
Exposure makes you tic and tock
But naked is my thrill
The drugs that you feel
The highs a false sense of secure
Lower than you already were
You’re sittin around in your mud, roll over
You need to be covered
You’re disgusting habits and your life is showing
You might need another

Is yesterday the way to say you’re on your way up
The past is gone and sulking in it is not enough
I question your persistence to make this end
You’re livin the same day again and again

Youth - The Answer

Luis Guajardo — Mon, 22 Oct 2007 01:01:30 +0000

Oh yeah
Everything’s going to be alright
Oh no
You got to put up the fight

Now remember way back to the time we were kids
When the ladies chased us just to get that kiss
When nap time was a part of our daily routine
Showin mom what you drew and the new scrape on your knee
The were no worries or responsibility
No bills to pay, what is bankruptcy
Now I’m grown up, just like I always wished
Go jail for breaking laws, not just slaps on the wrist

Oh yeah
Everything’s going to be alright
Oh no
You got to put up the fight

There’s relationships and friendships and enemies
There are crazies on the streets and underneath our sheets
There’s the kind that speak in languages of plastic tongue
Slide it thru the crack, a beep and then you’re done
We used to worry bout what was next on tv
Now instead of watchin toons, it’s msnbc
Being grown up aint like I always wished
It’s more fun wastin hours, then no time to piss

Oh yeah
Everything’s going to be alright
Oh no
You got to put up the fight

Now if you, think in blue, your world will be unraveled
Don’t like it? Just fight it, an old soul well traveled
Can you see? Believe me, innocence is not what’s measured
Release me, to be free, in youth you’ll find the answer

When it rains it pours the walls collapse
And I’m surrounded by a cloud of depression
There’s no cause for alarm, I don’t need to be scared
I just need a little bit of attention
A game of hide and seek, or let’s play house
You know what’s wrong with me doc, I need mouth to mouth
Maybe grown up can wait for its turn
The point of life is to have all that you yearn

Oh yeah
Everything’s going to be alright
Oh no
You got to put up the fight

Some sing of love, some sing of redemption
But me I sing a different perspective
It’s not hard to arouse, or get high of a drug
Do think that you cant understand me
There are rules to break, mistakes to make my flare
The world a candy store, I got an addiction
So when I’m lying in bed almost dead
There won’t be a word of affliction

Oh yeah
Everything’s going to be alright
Oh no
You got to put up the fight