New Poems. '99-'00
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New Poems. '99-'00
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Soul Diva: '99 Poems
Welcome to the crossroads, meet your dream
Take with you what you will, shed the scars
Cry your final tears.
Allow the wind to dance upon your body
and open your eyes to SEE for the first time
the spectrum of illusion that clouded your vision
now waves goodbye and fades down the beaten path.
Breath the bittersweet air of beginings
and grow to be the stars in someones eyes.
Rip off the scaley skin of jealousy and remorse
And transform into the destiny set out for
Disguise nothing, live everything
and be your own ultimate adventure.
~Robyn Schwartz~ (9/29/99)
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He gave me a gown of silk worms triumph
He stitched me golden mesh wings
He embroidered a forest of glittery greens
He created me an echo that sings
He ironed out one wrinkle in time
He paved me a seashell road to tread
He brought me you, a lesson to learn
He adorned with roses, my lonely bed
He gave you a solid tailored black suit
He molded a mask of one thousand facades
He sculpted a mountain of cliffs and peaks
He defened you to the cries of elder gods
He broke down the wall you hastily erected
He crafted a road of sullen apparitions
He brought you me, a lesson to learn
He fuels your black orchid mind with arbitrations
You tore my gown to blood soaked threads
You plucked the life from my growing wings
You torched my forest to dance in embers
You muted the voice of the beauteous things
You made the clock fall still in fear
You turned my road to a deathbed of glass
You learned not what I was here to teach
You led me to a bridge that I will not pass
~Robyn Schwartz~ (10/6/99)
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If words could dance an offbeat waltz
The stars would sing your name
A shifting galaxy, lost in masquerade
The comets to ignite our flame
Its a sunken world, that we uncovered
Abandoned by the lost and native blind
Unreached by nocturnal knights with chains.
Only we nest here, away from humankind.
The clouds gave way to a bloody moon
Swept the blame and bitter storm
Left starved was me, lusting for more
and you, the will to transform
Anything is ours, the power of youth.
The wealth in love has waved
I began a dream, that you recieved
And our legacy, the stars engraved.
~Robyn Schwartz~ (10/8/99) -For CP
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It seems a bit lonely here
Missing the ArchDIVA chick
Unable to lose an aching tear
with her love as fatal as arsenic.
But to me, she cries for liberty
and knows what it takes to live.
She thrives in her eccentricity
but proves to be only sensative.
She can bitch out the shameless
but swoons to see the rising sun.
Working to be Miss Limitless
but needs me to get it done.
You dissapearing, drop dead
gorgeous, glitter, glamorous gal.
Sarcastic, sadistic. Sometimes shes
Vulgar. Vivid, voluptuous, vital.
Intriguing, intrinsic, inspirational, insane.
Her presence, addictive as cocaine.
So hurry up and bring your crazy ass back
I need someone to be My Maniac.
~Robyn Schwartz~ (11/7/99) -For RK
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Searching For: a sprinkle of
Kindness wrapped tightly in a
kindred spirit that leaps at a dream
and never underestimates a saddened
myth, known as the power of trust.
Funny how in a waking moment you
arrived, once more, but chose to stay.
Maybe subconciously understanding a
Fate that brings justice and support to
a fading imagination and struggling soul.
It was always so easy to give all of me.
Be percieved as self-suffocoent and reliable.
They never knew I could be cold.
And then you came and reminded me that
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Jan/Feb 2000 Poems
forgotton child
stripped of luck, drowned in pride
isolated in your sickness.
high and mighty, low and loveless
and never doubting your beaten path.
~Robyn Schwartz~ (01/02/00)-For JS
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Its much easier to want what you can't have
when you have what you can't want.
Commiting suicide time and again
When I cry for what I haven't lost
but can't touch
~Robyn Schwartz~ (1/30/00)
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And she said let my face reflect the pallor of the moon
and let me lay idle until the coming of heavens noon.
Allow my tresses to cover my deep wine sins.
Allow me to stand and walk upon clouds, not pins.
Pluck from me, the raggedy feathers of fears.
Suck from my eyes the remaining azure tears.
Let me drink from the humble chalice of favor
Taste what it means to be suddenly braver.
Untangle the weeds that have choked my flowers
Return to me the voice that shakes with power.
Give me a page in time to scroll my name
and remind me daily of the angel I became.
~Robyn Schwartz~ (1/30/00)
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Just breath and keep walking
Past the furry third grade legs
And force away their corrupting hands
Close your eyes to the probing finger tips
And Breath.
Keep on walking, girl.
Past the spiky auburn moustache
Ignore the smoke eminating from the evil grin
Clench your fists against his heaving chest.
And Breath.
Pound the silver pavement, child.
Past the internet highway of betrayal
Away from the trenchcoats and pentacles.
Bite your lips and taste your raging life
And Breath.
Just breath and keep walking
Past the barriers they never see.
Never let them know you can cry.
Tread until your soles are skinned
And Breath.
~Robyn Schwartz~ (02/01/00)
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Because I can not promise the sun will rise
Or protect you from tarantula dreams.
Can't control the tounges of jealousy
Or enlighten the adolescent clowns.
Because I can not promise a chapel of violets
or protect you from your own mistakes.
Can't control the will of reality
or enlighten the pretentios gods.
Because I can not promise to wake for you
Or protect you from an onslaught of dread
Can't control the eyes that can not weep
or enlighten the tragic poets.
But I can promise to embrace you now
and protect your fragile porceline heart.
Can control the words I meant to say
and enlighten you with a solitary kiss.
~Robyn Schwartz~ (02/01/00) -For CP
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Line up, troubled boys
Like toy soldiers, And Me,
the gentle wind that knocks you flat.
May all of you fall hard an roll over.
Bless your misunderstood souls,
brooding, tangled and choking,
cut off at the chords and dangling.
Ride for life, upon a devils camelback
So high, the air must taste bitter.
But I will shoot you down before
you lose yourself and let you lick
the earthy arid desert to remind you
of the bugs your hooves stepped upon.
No matter if you float upon clouds of
safe sticky toasted marshmallows
They clear, and may you all fall down.
~Robyn Schwartz~ (02/05/00)
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Sometimes I hate my words
swimming in ink stains, sucked back
in a deep sobering sigh.
Mute. Oh, let me scream.
Spit it out the way my right brain
pieced it. Scream it out.
Adjust the tone, turn up the verb
and spill the petty bullshit that I
cry for. My pillow knows.
Some nights its the arms I need.
My life, in a crash of thunder,
my love in a stroke of paint.
How can I speak
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My Epic POWERHOUSE Poem
It all began with wondering lost souls
Congregating, Searching for a commong ground.
With the gift of speach came the curse of lie
And with the glory of love came the sin of rage.
Some guy, to repent his own guilt, to decieve, maybe
Carved some rules in a slate of stone.
And flocked the frenzied mortals to a haven.
A place where everyone knows your face
and secretly drinks from the brim of your sorrow.
Then came centuries of conquests and wars.
Time or rebirth and age of knowledge to mark
the start of the race for technology.
In a white linen bed moaned the wife of a tycoon
Bigger...Better...Faster...More.....
And those words were translated into mills
and skyscrapers and project developments,
747 jets that get you where you must go in half the time
and a device that not only squuezes you oranges,
but seeds them.
Simplicity is never enough and once a single drop
of twisted cherry blood was shed
the thirst could not be quenched.
Upper-middle class suburban repression
became the center of the universe and the memory was lost.
The hate burned as one thousand sweltering
embers plucked straight from the core of hell.
Raping the innocent youths eyes
and corrupting the morals of the holy.
Have you ever taken a halt to realize
the tension that rises while holding someones hand
Or thought that a smile might be gone the next day
Have you cried with a stranger lost in the street?
Or just set out, not having a destination?
Is the truth really out there burried benath sand,
or on the tail of a comet, or in a jungle leaf.
Or have we been lost in the mistakes of yesterday?
We revolve around what others want us to believe
and jump to what we percieve as logic.
There is no journey without some result
But leather coated easy chairs squash the desire
to remove their creamy finger tips from the keyboard
and look for a trace of reality.
But what of other people?
For its your stage, and your drama
your moment and your perfected lighting.
But when do you see the "friend" behind you
Breathing down your neck, and Waiting.....
Waiting, to drop the curtain before your eyes and
bludgeon you with a lifeless sack of sand
so they could lick the drops of bittersweet success
that you already had, starting as a dream, and shattered.
And what of those who sing songs of peace
and outreach their glowing hands, only to
pull back when their egos are challenged.
And then fight to keep their precious rights.
To speak, to write, to keep a gun by their rested head.
and not realizing what shame looms below their dust ruffels.
Believing that "the end justifies the mean".
Newsflash..."Fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity"
We do not marvel at what we have
but strive to conquer and improve.
It shouldn't be about winning...but Knowledge.
Every soul bares a lesson
and every classroom a gift.
Its sad to think that we should step away
from a world of Power and Sex and Money and Greed,
that we would be just like that original heard.
Clawing at an imaginary wall
free of fashion and airbrushes
and back to having to deal with
a plague of beaming sun and ashy earth.
No matter where you venture to relieve
your chained and locked fears
Keep in mind that the fall will never
In a million dreams, ever kill you.
What will do you in, is the sudden stop at the end
~Robyn Schwartz~ (10/19/99)
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