chris schwartz Poems

Eyeing up the couch,
Might be a good place to crash,
Feeling the thunderstorm,
That's brewing
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The tears of the Warrior
Stream down the cheeks
Of the One
She could not save.
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Younger eyes see the water
Far off in the desert,
While older eyes,
Dig for the cool comfort
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It was not you.
And it was not her.
It was just… time,
If you need something to blame
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Maybe death has been my passion in life.
For the insufferable,
Only the hope of something
Greater beyond
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You see Green,
I see Brown.
The life cycle
Of grass,
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I am pretty sure,
If my cries were heard,
They would mention you.
The terror that I feel each night,
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When the wind whips the willow
Quietly over the creek,
Skipping waves over the rocks
In the gentle tide,
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If your Demon's secrets,
Were tossed on a throne,
Would the Devil
Toss you aside,
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"Why did I find you now? "
Says the crippled Soul
To the Strong, young lad.
"Because, my dear, "
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