Here you will find an assortment of poems and other random bits, just as the title suggests...
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Friday, September 13, 2013
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 prickedmy sleepy mind alertedby noise rather thanwordsNoise from actionsfrom chaos(from the ashes of a fallen star)from the scuffle before meas leaders and their minionsgather and mingleand carry on (hurriedly)(almost panicked)about things real orun-realisticgrasping at wordssaid-spoken-written-readcherry-picking the best phrasingsregardless of meaning or contextrearranging metaphorsto suit their needsthen spring wildlike fireupon the presses-the masses -the networkssociety has built itself onscandals ragingmoney changing hands by the millionsthe wide eyes of the Believerand the wary visions of the nonall collectively occurringin an organized frenzy(of falsified spontaneity)designed to simply boost and boasttheir Chosen Oneas Ruler of Everything.The goals realizedalmost a tiea unanimous sighsome forsome againstsome full of apathetic ignorancemost full of prideand the new cyclebegins again.Words selectedtwisted (and) re-appliedaccusing and hypothesisingangrily pointing speculative fingersanywhere but homedetermined to undermineto slam and slanderto purposely create derision(doubt and mistrust) to spin the factsinto a fine cloth of deceptiontightly woundthe Truth bounddistracted and blinddefensively over-compensatingfor ideals that no longer matter(distracted andslightly off coursepartially lost)(forgetting themeaningof Why the pathbeneath our feetis there.)"QUACK..."The sound is once more...My eyes flip openmy head becomes clear.The sun is kissing the horizonthe geese and other fowlare beginning to dropfrom the skywaddling in a massone throbbing unitall heading to safetyheads soon tucked under wingsalmost quiet now..."QUACK..."I see ahead at the shorea flurry of feathersfalling from the skyfar behind the packalonenot quite in controlof its own powerwings visibly clippedflying crippledit dives and stallsand tries and triesagain to landgiving more focus and energyto the deedthan the rest of themcombinedAnd as the darkness falls completeI can no longer see itbut I know it is theremaking an effortmaking it happendoing its bestto appease the restand complete the task at hand....then it comesbreaking the silent evea persistent solitary whisperof victory..."QUACK."-C SCHWEIZER©2013 C SCHWEIZER**************************************
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
***WHERE DO YOU WANTWhere do you wantto gogo goodORnot goinghow hot is this Soilwe breathe uponbreed upon touchuponnaked soulsmy feetsee the sonthe only onethe won is listedin the contestyetsomewheresomehowit boilsthe heat upon usthe passionunder the skinthe painand releaseof joyitmattersnotupon this thincoil of lifeto tastetimeand marrowof what it isto beforaginginto the futuresowhere do we go nowwhere do you you want to bewhere do you tastemewhen all is goodI want to be the onewho makes it all realand the onewho sayswhere do you wantittogoWhere do you want itnow???-CSCHWEIZER21 JULY 2012copyright2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
SOMEWHERE
SOMEWHERE
Somewherein timethere is place of beautywhere all the trees blowand flowers growsoft and pleasantto the eyeand people laughand smileholding handsby the waters edgethe waves whisperspray and mistthe grass is alivethe hills are greenand love blossomsfrom insideso pure with lightinnocentand freeand the colours of the sunsetbright orange purple and limebring fruitas sweetas honeyyesthisis where I livedreamand knoweverything is okthis is whereyou shall find melostsomewherein time.-CSCHWEIZER16 July 2012cpyright2012
Saturday, July 14, 2012
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
Friday
copyright2012
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
Friday
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Friday, June 29, 2012
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
copyright2012
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
copyright2012
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
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
copyright 2012
TIME TO EAT THE STRINGS
TIME TO EAT THE STRINGSTime to eat the stringsholding uplifepuppet like and voidof compassionor thoughtjust knowingthe nighttimesweatssoaking throughbeneath the bonescreaming behindclosed earsfearing truthand shunning desireand lightnessa simple cuta slice to the marrowa mis-dialed callcan sever it allbefore time abatesand the stomach shrinksand there is nothing leftbut timeto eatthe strings.-CSCHWEIZER27 JUNE 2012copyright2012
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
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
copyright2012
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
copyright2012
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
copyright2012
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
copyright2012
Sunday, June 24, 2012
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
Saturday, June 23, 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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