Poems by Court Schuett

A Locality Problem

Thats bad.
A puff of smoke and an ember dies
A gust and gone again
Possibly maybe
The remaining ashes on the floor
Another lit and newly formed
Ashes mix with the old.
A spinning head and all is lost
Crashing to the floor and the ashes
Old and new alike

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Shudders wracked my body
A feeling like no other
Here and gone again
Sure to come another day

I walked alone in the snow
The clock dolled 3:30 but I,
I was more alive than I had
Ever been

The sky turned a deeper shade of life
All at once I could see
The world twisted in synch with my self
Breathing at last.

The smells of countless sources became real,
Footsteps behind, but the future blurred
Smeared and washed by the haze in my mind
Seeing and not at once

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The flicker of the flames
Brings back the dance of her hair
This beautiful creature
Whose laughter rings in my ears
Whose body I long to hold so close to my own
Whose heart I do.
I long for her now
As I always have
Other have come and gone
Without leaving a trace
I sit in my solitude, longing, waiting
And watch the flicker of the flames

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Another one of those "Yesterday" moods
Now Ive got to kick back and
Suffer through my joy
How quickly the music fades and
Becomes sad.
Becomes cold and still
And yet shining like the moon with
Cold brilliance
Slowly changing shape as the seasons pass
Bringing light when alive and
Nothing when gone
Filling the sky and then leaving
Me alone

A History Poem

I write to thee oh god.
For now it seems only you listen
This is not your fault, you have to.
For as I scratch out my thoughts.
You sit, stare, and seemingly listen.
Chaos reigns supreme all around
Peoples thoughts marching past,
Whose bodies do not obey
	You are simple, linear, wholly.
Yet you are not, deep and twisted.
I now lay myself on thee for slumber.

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Light flows in and around
Slowly pouring through
Glistening here, and shining there
Covering and coating all it touches
Sliding easily and slipping gently
Radiating and showering you

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The hourglass was broken
Sand seeped out the ruined glass
Filled and choked the ground
Sand filling the countryside
Shards of glass littered the sand
The hourglass struggled to remain upright
Broken and beaten it fell on its side
Revealing its broken infinity

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The moon illuminated her.
She, more beautiful than all
Under the moons beams
The moon shined on her
Bringing out every detail
Of her perfectness
The moon loved her
Showered her with silver
Radiated her stillness

All the stars above
Were no match for
Her brilliance
No passing cloud
Could stop
Her radiance
A field of flowers below
Could not compare to
Her beauty

think about it (to be read while thinking)

what do i think when
im not thinking
can i not think
i dont think so
my thinker continues
to think
even when i tell it
no
why cant i not think
i dont know
let me think about it.

Tick

Waiting
Waiting for the time to come
Waiting
Tick-Tock Tick-Tock
Waiting
Waiting to have some fun
Waiting
When will this be done
Waiting
Waiting for my life to start
Tick-Tock Tick-Tock

Everyone say Ho! for picnics

Dark and cool
Bright yet smooth
Stars at noon
With halos round

Clean and clear
Leaving no trace
Of the dark
And cold

Swept aside
With flowing motion
Quickly replaced
By moon and stars

Fog and weight
Cloud the air
And my vision
Of the fair moon

Clean

Walking down the walk
A buzz in my head
Blur in my eye
Just to let me know Im still alive

Feeling the sorrow, dread, regret
Letting go of it all
Living the gray, the cold, the concrete
The steel that soars and the glass that screams
Living it all again and again

Hang my head, feel the sting
Heroes from ages past
Singing the songs of joy and woe
Acid and love fall from the sky
Showering me with truth

Deal with IT (deal with it now)

IT is not a limerick
IT is not a sonnet
IT does not shine like gold or silver
IT does not even rhyme
IT does not speak good
IT is not controlled by set guidelines or standards 
about how long a line should be
IT does not care for punctuation?!?!?!
IT is for IT
IT is what IT is
deal with IT

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I dont think.
I dont think.
Hello Oldfriend
Youve come to talk to
Me this time
But you are not
Not who I think
You are
You are
You are so
So strange

Deutsch: Sie sieht mir

Sie seiht mir
Sie schuen mir durch stechen
Der kalt Mond scheint um mich
Reflektier weg stahl Dolch
Scheint in mein Auge
Durch stechen mein Harz.

English: She sees me

She sees me
Her look pierces me
The cold moon shines around me
Reflecting off steel daggers
Shining in my eye
Piercing my heart.

Hope you liked 'em. :) -Court