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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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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