An 8 ball in the corner pocket of my heart
A check mate against the royal queen
The Jenga board of my mind falling a part
Connect 4 reds with a black in between
This is the game in which I feared
My sinking battleship as the end quickly neared
To think my love is put on restriction
and my soul is sacrificed in crucifixion
My churning mind suddenly holds still
and the ice freezes over my smile until
I pick from the deck, the awaited ace
and I’ll reside in a warm embrace
and find my mythological source
Fly with my wings to the proper course
I know my soul mate lies in you
Are you still the lover I once knew
But I can’t live my life trapped in a game
Dig my own grave, and get burnt by the flame
So a kiss in the air will sing my goodbye
and in lovers death, remains my passions cry
~Robyn Schwartz~
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Staring down the hallways,
A looking glass of memories.
The faces that have morphed
from gleaming toothless smiles
to the future of the human race.
Its a time for farewells!
A time to wake from youths slumber
and take the world head on.
Every last second now counts
and every last word is thought out.
But in the end, its always just good-bye!
~Robyn Schwartz~
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Kisses of mint tea
Heal my bare and naked soul
Renew my night glow
~Robyn Schwartz~
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The woman who I call mother
Is a precious gem of soul and light
She gave me gifts one after another
and sculpted my wings to take flight
She gave me more then clothes and home
and much more then stuffed toys
She gave the freedom to grow and roam
and helped me find my hidden joys
She gave me strength and dancing feet
and the sacred power of speech
She helped me cope with pain and defeat
and my goals, she helped me reach
But most of all she gave me life
and showered me with love
She taught me about laughter and strife
and never gave me a shove
Although I may not tell her much
She’s the one who touched my heart
I know her soft hand I may always clutch
For my mother, is a work of art!
~Robyn Schwartz~
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Power
A struggle of brain waves and physical durability
Risking Russian roulette, losing wavered capability
only one
takes the bullet
to their pulsating head
only one
will find the bullet
and end up quickly dead
Lust
A frenzy of hormones and meaningless moans
Often paid for by lies and attention loans
only one
feels the fire
after the flame is killed out
only one
tastes the flames
and is too choked to shout
Anger
Force that is a loss in the angels of humanity
Drives the norm over a cliff of psychopathic insanity
only one
stands alone
after the thunderstorm of tears
only one
feels secluded
and locks up the pain for years
Malice
Hate boiled in a witches troubled brew
Sour tasting, putrid smell, want to spew
only one
naive victim
feels a knife in their back
only one
trusting being
remembers the attack
~Robyn Schwartz~
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I knew a man who lived in the past
And saw his last sunset young
he banned himself to memories that last
And let the future roll off his toung
He his from realism and never learned
That joy was around the bend
He never knew the merits to be earned
and had a sorrowful end
I knew a man who lived in future years
and never spent a fun filled dime
Behind success, hid a jungle of fears
And he never knew his crime
He never learned the childhood play
or found what he most desired
Every failure hurled him to dismay
until he finally expired
But I knew a man who lived for today
and showered himself in smiles
He learned every poem their is to say
and his optimism brought him miles
He fed on life like forbidden fruit
and felt all the love a man ever could
He took every moment into pursuit
and died happy, as any man should.
~Robyn S.~
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You began as a shadow
A backdrop to reality
A smoky screen
Enclosing your face
I hear you so clearly
I can nearly taste you
But heed the warnings
You can't dance with a shadow
I can follow
I can dream
I can reach out
I can chase it
But you were nothing but a blur
And now you're forever lost
When I could have gave you colors
I could have gave you my love
But you remained as a mystery
And faded into midnight’s whisper
Goodbye sweet shadow
May your soul rest for once
Leave me fair shadow
You have taken, more then I've lost
~Robyn Schwartz~
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Someone once told me
That the lord loves us all
Although he's not here to see
and you can't hear his call
His hand is there
though you can't feel the touch
and my soul he'll bear
if I believe such
I'd rather be in my loves arms
Then be ideal in god's unseen face
warm, close, sheltered from harms
and feeling his beating heart race
Feel his touch and gaze in his eyes
with his hand caressing mine
knowing belief isn't based on lies
and emotion is the ultimate divine
I do not need to kneel and pray
or confess my every sin
For I know I'll wake the next day
and his arms I'll still be in
I don't long for wings of gold
or a haven after my life dies out
I don't care what preaches told
Now I know what my life is about
~Robyn Schwartz~
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Its a hypocrites underground
Where reality is buried
Its a quite place, A lonely place
A place to shoot of false beliefs
And preach denial
And rush into an emotional suicide
A circus of clowns with painted smiles
Each soul a voodoo doll
Stop time, Listen to yourself
Let your heart speak for once
Is it where you want to be?
Is this what you want to do?
The black widow descends
Making lies the reality
One bite causes a sickness
That no medicinal knowledge
Can ever begin to ponder
Look at whats buried below your feet
See life through a pereffial view
Tunnel vision is the beginning of the end
A part of you is missing
Lost and may never be found
Ignore the far fetched, and just look inside
Its their waiting
Do you know you’re a hypocrite?
Do you see what you do?
Is it too late to join with your true emotions
Don’t run from the answers
Don’t hide from the truth
You know what you feel
If you live in a hypocrites world
You’ll never realize who could be
and never get what you deserve
Ten Fold
~Robyn S.~
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With its long fingers extended to the earth
and its steady massive body,
The majestic being of its presence
whispering saddened songs.
In the wind, its dance invites all
and leads a whirling symphony.
It drinks of heavens falling tears
and never seems to wilt or die.
Why is the weeping willow so lucky?
‘cause it shelters many, and feeds a few
and will never turn you away
it remembers to bend down to the reaching grass
and kiss the earth each and every day.
~Robyn Schwartz~
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I now know where I stand in this rat race of hell
Filled to the brim with conformist lies
Only the spirit of a dreamer can tell
How to view the future through yesterdays eyes
I systematically make love to the passing days
and follow my mind to the corners of the world
I fought my way through a problematic maze
and my inhibitions I freely hurled
I can stand here today and watch a rotation
of a lost and pardoned soul
I can preach of love and make proclomations
But I have already made myself whole
Its not my job to mend a broken life
that lost itself in judgement and spite
Its wrong to make them follow in strife
Its an individuals job to win their own fight
~Robyn S.~