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Saturday, February 16, 2013

"QUACK"

This the poem I am reading/read on the SPEAK & BE HEARD Radio show
Feb 16 2013
4:00-6:00pm. KTLK AM 1150  http://speakbeheard.com/
 
*NOTE-this is the radio edit version...just add the ( ) for full version.
 
BRIEF:

Is the second term of a Presidency just a lame duck session or can a real difference be made?
QUACK
"QUACK..."
It this 'real'?
Is this 'sound'?
Is this 'a definition'?
What is this noise all about?
"QUACK...
Again my ears are pricked
my sleepy mind alerted
by noise rather than
words
Noise from actions
from chaos
(from the ashes of a fallen star)
from the scuffle before me
as leaders and their minions
gather and mingle
and carry on (hurriedly)
(almost panicked)
about things real or
un-realistic
grasping at words
said-spoken-written-read
cherry-picking the best phrasings
regardless of meaning or context
rearranging metaphors
to suit their needs
then spring wild
like fire
upon the presses-the masses -the networks
society has built itself on
scandals raging
money changing hands by the millions
the wide eyes of the Believer
and the wary visions of the non
all collectively occurring
in an organized frenzy
(of falsified spontaneity)
designed to simply boost and boast
their Chosen One
as Ruler of Everything.
The goals realized
almost a tie
a unanimous sigh
some for
some against
some full of apathetic ignorance
most full of pride
and the new cycle
begins again.
Words selected
twisted (and) re-applied
accusing and hypothesising
angrily pointing speculative fingers
anywhere but home
determined to undermine
to slam and slander
to purposely create derision
(doubt and mistrust)
to spin the facts
into a fine cloth of deception
tightly wound
the Truth bound
distracted and blind
defensively over-compensating
for ideals that no longer matter
(distracted and
slightly off course
partially lost)
(forgetting the
meaning
of Why the path
beneath our feet
is there.)
"QUACK..."
The sound is once more...
My eyes flip open
my head becomes clear.
The sun is kissing the horizon
the geese and other fowl
are beginning to drop
from the sky
waddling in a mass
one throbbing unit
all heading to safety
heads soon tucked under wings
almost quiet now...
"QUACK..."

I see ahead at the shore
a flurry of feathers
falling from the sky
far behind the pack
alone
not quite in control
of its own power
wings visibly clipped
flying crippled
it dives and stalls
and tries and tries
again to land
giving more focus and energy
to the deed
than the rest of them
combined
And as the darkness falls complete
I can no longer see it
but I know it is there
making an effort
making it happen
doing its best
to appease the rest
and complete the task at hand.
...then it comes
breaking the silent eve
a persistent solitary whisper
of victory...
"QUACK."
-C SCHWEIZER
©2013 C SCHWEIZER
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Tuesday, January 15, 2013

LUKA SONG-video


Here is the video for LUKA SONG from "SEA to BE" (CORKELECTRIC). Written the evening he was born, it is a 'Tribute to My Amazing Son' and to all the Fathers who have been seperated from their children due to failed marriages, legal BS, and ...divorce. (FATHERS HAVE RIGHTS TOO and we have feelings as well)...Not an hour goes by when I do not miss him. (I LOVE YOU LUKA!!!...and I miss you more than words can say...this is for YOU, Son! Love always-DADDYCORK) Rock on! -Cork

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

FOLLOWING GRACE

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FOLLOWING GRACE
 
following grace inside
the wall
which
covers today
and brightens
the minute by minute
pomp and splendor
associated
assisted
assigned
assassinated
til the silence beyond
true concepts
waste and wane
until blackened
fish are
fed...
...food for
fools.
 
This time
red wine
shaking beards
shaved closer
by ants
and hover crafts
built boldly
inside frozen
solid
icebergs made of
mine shattered
stained glass
loins.
 
Here now the
senior year
begets dreams before desires
real
these  tears
the cries
the wails
the lies
all told
hold mould
to squeeze
out
the paste
the puss
infectious infections
acidic
liquid  lava
 flow
beneath rancid
red glow coals
 of festering
intentional
solitude.
 
Rinse this day
 of wrath
gather the beings
luminance's plastered sheets
translucent
opaque
milky
and flowing
endlessly
outward
from the gut of earth
euphoric reaction
placating naive embryonic
fortunes
to beyond universal
spacial special
space
and time...for now
until
the end.
 
...until
it
is
done
before hope..
 
ALL WILL APPEASE
PEACE TO ALL...
...posthumously.
 
-C SCHWEIZER
DEC 25 2012

Sunday, December 9, 2012

NOW IS THE TIME

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NOW IS THE TIME
The clock
keeps ticking
ticking
ticking
always ticking
forever
time stands still
for no one.
Now is the Time
to realize
the Time is now
live and succeed
see and breathe
now
it is the only moment
we truly know.
Forever believe in yourself,
lest this world be denied
of your talents...
so much more to come
you have yet to shine
and consciously
blind Time.
Move into today,
live it full
then move on
to tomorrow...
leaving yesterday
behind.
Challenge the day
to bring you bliss,
and accept your gifts...
share them with yourself
learn from them,
use them beyond
your comprehension...
push past your best
break through
walls of doubt
learn
from the things
you already knew.
Let the future come
with a new sunrise,
and bask in its wonder.
Allow the newness
of the day
to motivate you
renew you
ignite you
Let ideas
-that once flowed freely
now dammed up
and forgotten-
become
a gushing fountain
a geyser of
embryonic inspiration
flooding and
filling the voids
the gaps
the cavernous
empty spaces
inside
becoming the new fuel
that propels you
forward...
forward...
forever
forward...
for now
and for
always...
Only YOU can
make it happen...

Do it.

You know
you can.
Now is the Time
theTime
to Rally.
-C SCHWEIZER
Dec 09 2012
Copyright CSCHWEIZER
 
 
 
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Sunday, October 28, 2012

"POEMS and Other Random Bits": ButterCup

"POEMS and Other Random Bits": ButterCup:   * ** *** ButterCup   MyButtercup the butter is cupped full of flowers filled with butter melting smelting gyrat...

ButterCup

 
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ButterCup
 
MyButtercup
the butter is cupped
full of flowers
filled with butter
melting
smelting
gyrating
under the dancing
flicker
of candlelight
so many times
so many lines
crossed
in this lovers
embrace
to hold you beyond dawn
to feel the roar of wind blow
to touch the sunshine
to be free
season after season
year after year
lifetime after life
is what it is like
to love you.
Thank you.
Love,
YOUR
LionMan
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C.SCHWEIZER
copyright Oct 2012
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Thursday, July 26, 2012

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
copyright2012

Saturday, July 21, 2012

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
copyright2012

Monday, July 16, 2012

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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