SILENT TALKS

SILENT TALKS

Silent talks
sweeping the day away
pin pricked points
  starry starry night
screaming from the
heavens
to come
to call
to settle down
within the solid
lava
flowing from molten pores
driving deep
by braille
steeped in solitude
awaiting the dawn
calling the day
turning it up
a notch
to eleven
soundless
and seriously faint
we swagger and shift
until the night is day
and the mind
 is finally quiet
with silent
talks.

-CSCHWEIZER
29 JUNE 2012
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DIRT DUCK NOW

DIRT DUCK NOW

Dirt duck

now waiting

spilling upon the grass

holding back

drinking

falling too much against

itself

calling

each day

alone

to me

sliding

down

into the drink

hold fast

dirty duck

reach deep

into soil

footing aghast

no more turmoil

but why

dirty duck

do you strain so hard

when you can float

inside

the mead of life???

Dirt ducks

see

and drink

more salt

can you breathe

for me

without

dirt

duck sea

now?

 

-CSCHWEIZER

27 JUNE 2012

MY FAULT

My Fault

 

The sun does not shine

the water expands

the rain is inconvenient

the traffic is bad

the loans are not paid

the moon is gone

the earth turns too fast

the pavement is too hot

or too unstable

the elevator never comes

the wrong line is picked

the tires are not inflated

the roof leaks

the laundry is not done

the bottle is empty

the bed is not made

the ring is not there

the love is gone

the account is over drawn

the gas tank is empty

the lawn is not mowed

the sink leaks

the hot water is gone

the carpet is dirty

the road is under construction

the rent is not paid

it is too hot

it is too cold

it is slightly uncomfortable

etc

yes

it is all my fault

blame me

I am innocent.

 

And I can take it.....

 

-CSCHWEIZER

27 JUNE 2012

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TIME TO EAT THE STRINGS

TIME TO EAT THE STRINGS

Time to eat the strings

holding up

life

puppet like and void

of compassion

or thought

just knowing

the nighttime

sweats

soaking through

beneath the bone

screaming behind

closed ears

fearing truth

and shunning desire

and lightness

a simple cut

a slice to the marrow

a mis-dialed call

can sever it all

before time abates

and the stomach shrinks

and there is nothing left

but time

to eat

the strings.

-CSCHWEIZER

27 JUNE 2012

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HOPE IS GONE

HOPE IS GONE

Hope is gone
as the air is transparent
the breeze
coming from people
full of themselves
steeped in Prideful Fear
judging each other
as if they are god
calling the shots
so low
so Shallow
so consistently
useless
pointing fingers
covered in their own
feces
at the stain
upon
anothers' shirt
saying
out loud
with suspicion
"They are evil"
yet forget
the stink they smell
is coming from their
own soul
in guise of superiority
condemning all
that do not agree
falsely
instilling
a reason to be better
than hope
itself.

-CSCHWEIZER
26 JUNE 2012
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THE COLD SWEATS

THE COLD SWEATS

The cold sweats

of summer

not knowing what to do

watching the leaky pool

void of

laughter

and small feet

leaving melting

tracks

with no direction

ghost like giggles

float among

coloured bubbles

caught high

in the invisible wind

vanish

with the heat

until night grabs you

holds you close

and devours

the liquid

transforming life

into cold sweats.

 

-CSCHWEIZER

26 JUNE 2012

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SUN FLIES

SUN FLIES

Sun flies

away within

the caress rots

the carcass splits

we feel not

the same

Moon cries

today breathes itself

away

cascading beams

touching the soul

ignites to flame

less dense

and painful

than the crow

who waits

to survive

upon

corpses

and light

and the flies

of Sun.

-CSCHWEIZER

26 JUNE 2012

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TODAY IS A GOOD DAY

Today is a Good Day

a good day to ride a train

to sing in the rain

to not complain

to just remain

the same

in vain

until the train

hits more rain

we complain

and remain

all the same

in vain

its a good day

today...

...again.

-CSCHWEIZER

24 JUNE 2012

TIME COMES HOME

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TIME COMES HOME

Time comes home

to sleep alone

the cars stop

for

nobody

soon

within the cocoon

withering shell

ignites the flame

fire desire calls

deep inside

to find and fight

for nothing

but flight

and careful

planning of

domains

to the sunset glow

and Easter snow

all that is called

true love

remains.

Giants towering

trees

hurl cones

to be free

millions of years

there

alone

for the moment to sleep

deep underneath

call me

back

in...

...time

 comes  

home.

-C SCHWEIZER

June 23, 2012

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WELCOME note-001

WELCOME to this attempt at getting some poems, thoughts, ideas, and other random bits off my chest, out of my head, and into the real world.

Some of the material may be old recycled stuff, but hopefully there is some new words fluttering around inside my brain seeking an escape route...this venue could possibly be it.

We shall see!

Please come with me on this voyage into the unknown...words need eyes to read them, bring yours along...come see with me.

PEACE,
Corky