THERE INSIDE

THERE INSIDE

There inside
the world of class
lies the freedom
sought

The holes burn deep
inside this life
this mind
our minds
overcome it

How then does
the sun shine?
the moon glow?
the soil
open
to receive
all truth?

How so
does the tree
grow?
those
who don't know
still
believe
it?

yet so deep
within
holing back sin
trying to
recover
from
not winning

we ride the waves
and try to behave
and do our best
to withstand it

teachers come
and teachers go
yet none shall be
forgotten

and all we need is
just a little
Patience

All of us
there
inside...
....lying bare
untouched
virginal
naive
and lusting for
this world
so fragile
so unique
made of glass
this world
the world of
class.

-CSCHWEIZER
26 July2012
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WHERE DO YOU WANT

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WHERE DO YOU WANT

Where do you want

to go

go good

OR

not going

how hot is this Soil

we breathe upon

breed upon touch

upon

naked souls

my feet

see the son

the only one

the won is listed

in the contest

yet

somewhere

somehow

it boils

the heat upon us

the passion

under the skin

the pain

and release

of joy

it

matters

not

upon this thin

coil of life

to taste

time

and marrow

of what it is

to be

foraging

into the future

so

where do we go now

where do you you want to be

where do you taste

me

when all is good

I want to be the one

who makes it all real

and the one

who says

where do you want

it

to

go

Where do you want it

now???

-CSCHWEIZER

21 JULY 2012

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SOMEWHERE

SOMEWHERE

Somewhere

in time

there is place of beauty

where all the trees blow

and flowers grow

soft and pleasant

to the eye

and people laugh

and smile

holding hands

by the waters edge

the waves whisper

spray and mist

the grass is alive

the hills are green

and love blossoms

from inside

so pure with light

innocent

and free

and the colours of the sunset

bright orange purple and lime

bring fruit

as sweet

as honey

yes

this

is where I live

dream

and know

everything is ok

this is where

you shall find me

lost

somewhere

in time.

-CSCHWEIZER

16 July 2012

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SCREAMING AT THE SUN

SCREAMING AT THE SUN

Screaming at the Sun
for answers
hiding in a shrub
for fear
climbing the driest
mountain
with broken limbs
crying into darkness
missing rain
skin bleached red
head spun
full of spiders
tongue parched
blistered from
drink
holding out
for something
someone
some reason
to wake
again
confused
and
screaming
at
the Sun.

-CSCHWEIZER
13 JULY 2012
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