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confessional for....
seldom you’d be honest enough to say you don’t forgive me
for the mistakes
or misery i have brought with me
seldom i’d forgive myself for them
but it would be epic
it would resolve so much
seldom i am honest that i could be godless
that the bottom of my earth is caught in unwelcoming winds
meant to send me to the sea that does not welcome me
seldom i could say this
in the sad lonely good morning to you
by karl schmitz
for oshi an everyday everyone poem
your presence should be enough to prove your worth
your smile enough to sustain your importance
your happiness should be your highest priority
(it should be mine)
climb....
your beauty should be enough to light a room
your empathy.... enough for revolutions
for evolution to stand still and say this is the moment i move along
rage...
catalyst this... create a catastrophe a catharsis a moment where all else can stop and you can rest in the prefect knowledge of Love and what you mean to it
your presence is enough to prove your worth
spontaneous poem to your hand in mine by explosions in the sky (my very favorite go to song) or the poem i wrote when i was especially sad
your absence is evident today
i admit
today i am sad
there are no riddles on my face to deny it
or deny the absorption of real feelings i deny because people keep wanting me to hide them
your absence is evident today
i admit
today i am sad
.... i am dreaming this dream at thriteen i can’t get back to and i have this beautiful girl who is thirteen and i want to live inside of that dream and see what realities i can make of it, but i can’t get back to my dream at thirteen to connect this thread we have so little time with and i want you to want to help me....
your absence is evident today
i admit
i have made myself so sad about it
and i cry through my poems today
and i admit
every song ends so quickly when i cry
when i am saddened by your adsence
which is so evident today
by karl schmitz
someday you will die somehow and somethings gonna steal your carbon
isaac brock modest mouse
the dreams i had in the hospital bed
first signs of life were limited by the unremarkable destination of fear
by the unrealistic hope of growth
by the triviality of what tomorrow might bring
first signs of life were like whispers (behind your back)
were full of beliefs
were filled in to believe
first signs of life brought the weary and the afraid
panic at the monster we could create
panic at the thing coming out of the crate
-and then the catapult
-and then the cataclysm
-and then the fight
by karl schmitz
Feock Creek - Winifred Nicholson 1928
British 1893-1931
oil on canvas , 24 x 24 in. (61 x 61 cm.)
funny, they all missed out on some great experience, which is not going to escape me, which is why i am telling you now
frank o’ hara
90 west
we’ve got.... supernatural tendencies....
spilled wine on the floor.... some dreams.... we can’t afford...
all the way....
we’ve got.... influential theology....
blood from the heart....
some words.... we can’t afford....
to say....
dramamine.... cereal queens....
i miss you.... again.....
on the door....
we’ve got.... pessimistic philosophies....
rage against the machine....
some pain.... we can’t afford....to give away....
when i got into town....
you were nowhere around....
now i’m.... quite sure....
i could drown....
by karl schmitz
fireworks.. asking explosions in the sky to play my wife's birthday in november
So im reaching out to anyone who still expects a cosmic reaction when they enter the room who still believes we sparkle when we fall from the sky who still know my name and know i never went away would never let you down would never let you drown in the self pity destined to resolve in all of our differences in everything they say about us behind our backs to tear us away from each other but we are not tearing we were torn years before so im reaching out to anyone who still wants to mend who still intends to weave threads through our universe to universalize our experience to expose our weakness which is our universal strength we are all so afraid to expose how Much We Can Love because it was brought down or broken or suffered so badly when its wings tore really i just hope you understand i adore you you are incredible thank you
by karl Schmitz written for his wife jennifer while listening to your hand in mine by explosions in the sky
shoot the moon (song)
i’ve been through so much
but i’m looking up
never mind all the stuff in the way
i’m looking up
but the man on the radio said i don’t stand a chance
i told him... i’m looking up
your beautiful eyes
when i’m looking at you
the way your smile lights a room
when i’m looking at you
but the man on the television said i don’t stand a chance
i told him... i’m looking up
and we bleed through the years
mostly counting our fears
how i’ve bled through the years
always counting the tears and fears of all these years
because the man in the audience said i don’t stand a chance
with you
so i told him... you better start looking up
you better start looking up
by karl schmitz
in the body we were written red
because in a bind you would want me i could be your best friend despite my indifference my insistence you should never have caused harm
because in a panic you would want damage controlled and a friend who can clean up tough messes without explanations or deep investigations to places we should soon forget
because its time i told you the story how in the body we were written red
why i won’t bend but bleed instead
why i tend to solve the problem
and hide the remains
by karl schmitz
the rest of it will eventually escape me
most of the pages now
are missing- i have moved too much for any ordinary thing
to remain with me
it’s extraordinary you would stay
i have written poems better than this
i have reduced them to mere memories
that will eventually escape me
escape you
and miss the point completely
i have doused ginsberg in gasoline
howled it too soon
to be used in any social engagement
i have buried words with my sins
or else in shreds
because the second stanza
was better read sultry than sad
but i am sad
and want to stay that way
most of the pages are missing
i have moved too much for any ordinary thing
to remain with me
i feel so extraordinary
when you stay
by karl schmitz
Everything in the universe has a rhythm, everything dances.
Maya Angelou (via hamburg-digga)
seven late days
“words, words, words,
have you heard, a bird in hand is much better than
any number free to wander”
-dave matthews-
... you’re just sitting alone on some loose change, hidden in a lonely corner
-grey shirt and blue jeans-
huddled over the table looking over a letter left unsent in a bound journal
the rest of the pages are blank
you’re pressed up against a pitch black window
you’re zoning...
And then I wanted to call you, just to hear something that actually makes sense, just to know you can still tell the difference between thick and thin- how you always know how to begin again. You shrug your shoulders with such ease, even in the midst of infinite insecurities, infinite mysteries.
And then I wanted to kiss you, I miss you in so many ways- I scream it seriously deliriously. I stand on both hands until I can force the issue.
the distance between the earth and the heavens
has always been
let’s just get in the car and drive
this addiction
this total oblvion
the soft touch
of your strawberry wine red lips
... I sip the coffee. I try not to lose the hum of a butterfly breath.
I try to hold on to what’s left
by karl schmitz
if we go any deeper, we may never come back
dearest elizabeth (i like the way you hold the light)
i like the way you hold the light
radiant angelic innocently
its comparable to?- oh, i don’t know
and does it really matter any longer?
my friend informs me
“it’s the heart that matters more”
and i believe him
and i think i’m trying
(and tides of complex thoughts)
waves rolling in and out of ways
to enlighten myself
to say what was past
has passed
and attempt to avoid any demons
left undaunted
... you see, i thought i was this butterfly
flutter by-
i was merely in a cocoon....
i like the way you hold the light
i make little soulful promises in the dark
i am drunk in dreams
they keep reminding me
there were lavender daisies that stayed days upon days
they stood a rare poignant grace
for anything in our age
the last remaining hours of their vibrant lives
felt like an epic tragedy occurred
they had breathed stretched the rhythm they danced in
was all their own
and sometimes...
i get caught in your gaze and cannot find you
i lose myself in the iris of your eye
and i cannot feel what you feel
or what i feel
or if ive merely dreamed away
another ideal moment
ive come to define as :
i miss you/i love you in a cosmic harmony reminds me....
i stir the sugar in the coffee-
sneak a cool smoke in the rain pit-pat
of every sidewalk after thought
shrug exhale its 9 a.m.
you are still sleeping
by karl schmitz
if you sweep up this mess i created, then nothing's left to show i existed, except my satellite, satellite skin
isaac brock, lead singer of modest mouse, greatest band on earth
