David Given Schwarm

Married, Father, United

Author: David Schwarm

  • Neil Tenant

    I can hear it on a timeless wavelength
    It’s never disapating, but giving us strength

  • Stanley Kubrick

    The most terrifying fact about the universe is not that it is hostile but that it is indifferent, but if we can come to terms with the indifference, then our existence as a species can have genuine meaning. However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light.

  • Deepak Chopra

    Consciousness in motion expresses itself as the objects of
    the universe in the eternal dance of life.

  • Azul Salvaje

    I flow what I feel in the play of Spherical Harmonic energies
    manifested by the confluence of the space and individuals
    that I am gifted to share with in any given moment…
    this is my practice, my prayer, my song to the cosmos…

  • Turtle Rock Speaker Meeting Notes

    I think that the one thing that can safely be assumed about my generation is that every single member of it hates being a part of it. Every person that is of my generation annoys me. I dislike the cockey entitled attitude. The gratitude always seems to originate from something false. For some reason I just cannot get past a lot of the superficiality of my generation.

    And I do not think it is because I want to be unique or something like that – I do not think that I feel some how better then or than. Rather, I think that I recognize that I have exactly the trait that I dislike in my generation. The Father hating. The sense of entitlement. The belief that anything is possible. The light heartedness. The child like glee at learning. All that stuff, that I see as character defects in all those around me, I think I have in abundance.

    I also cannot spell.

    I also was inspired by Bukowski.

    I did not have my star wars action figures auctioned off by the IRS, but I am not sure that I believe you did either. I think that you may be telling tales to build sympathy. My generation really needs sympathy – but I am not sure that we deserve it. We are not the great generation, or the lost generation, or the free love generation. We have record labels called sympathy for the record label and that might be the key.

    The ironic distancing of previous generations was a sub text to a more direct critique – we do not have anything more direct to say. And so that is it – we request sympathy for the fact that this may be all there is, when in fact that is the best news that we could possible have – the fact that everything is exactly as simple or not as it is.

    Man, I lost it = for a brief moment there I thought I was close to making a realistic and profound comment on something, but instead I fade out like a bad 70’s guitar solo.

  • Calendar :: November 2005

    It is a silent but
    intense presence
    that dissolves
    the uncounscious
    patterns of the
    mind. they may
    still remain
    active for a
    while, but they
    won’t run your
    life anymore.

  • BP :: PJ85

    #This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
    #newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989

    The poorest poetry that I creat
    are lines composed for myself
    not simply for pleasure masturbatorially
    rather to enlighten or educate myslef regarding some aspect of my behavior
    Poems on penmenship party perfomance weight
    Perhaps that is why my poem regarding
    my devotion to you has taken so long.
    It has no plot and is yet so crystal clear
    like venus in her shell – on roller skate in venice of course
    Damn I wish I could creat it but the pressure of perfection makes it impossible
    The anxiety of the past and Mr. Blooms description of it
    ti mc to the boat of failure
    metaphor, muse, and convention
    The idea is to creat a reality in which my vision exists.
    That has already been done. A reality in which we coexist together confronts me daily and I rejoice
    But of panthers and passion I fail in praising.
    The measuring stick for love is lust… the do not exist as one…god would need metaphor to measure the relative value of either
    But taken together the power becomes clear
    And with clever tongue to thee I am
    finally able to sing of visions of love
    and repition of stupidty cold hot dogs at the end of the walk of life
    complaints at millers outpost
    the evil medical meachine. the military
    in a dehumanized free verse love energies slowly
    action dictates creation
    axiom prefigures action
    desire is more then my favorite bob dylan record ask me
    you ask me to write..complain of the contents
    and fail to reply
    in your perfect, controlled prose
    to be critical without compassion would be most unkind…
    like shelly the hairdresser….I must
    Aim at the emotion which prefigures the axiom
    Define my love like melting wax
    slowly drying to th eside of an old wine bottle which
    we shared over cheese
    usury has drained my dgo whil you continue to fuel
    my libido even if from afar
    this pen is breaking up…
    mybe for is the problem
    by looking to image I deny meaning
    subject must be the iconographic representation or itself
    as it moves through time space mind
    subject as love pop
    your lips are like a recycled coke can
    Has promise but looks lacks the personal compassion I seek
    today I have honestly not spoken to anyone
    I got nervous in a video store
    “may I speak to the manager…”
    no change occurs
    but thoughts were expressed accross time
    always take cigerates it is agood way
    to communicat attitude without
    vocalization
    no need to ask for Gry Poupon buggle boy jeans will nt help
    Don ask accept
    guetamalon backpacks disolve no value
    but in emotinon the position of the thing is related
    take names orginize files creat confrontation.
    Bukowski hatred for the working world
    will not lend slavation to a
    collapsing S&L industry
    there is never any one more radical then you
    everyone is under appreciated
    Animal spirits exist
    People that do not have their books signed at poetry reading
    really really bother me…
    get the metamorposis
    and read catulus
    follow pound
    round and
    round
    Burrought mind is senly of tight
    don’t give up the fight.
    Simply write greeat poems the great lines will follow.
    where is the water
    going in a greenhouse
    should not the
    water be more
    obvious
    condensing on the windows
    take your time with a pen…the
    tree hook its time growing
    yet where did the ink develop
    in th eintestines of the octopi
    I doubt it beneath the bile bland of some
    ancient snake the tears of an
    asp perhaps
    why hid the meaning the joy of unlocked chests
    has always led to trouble
    pandora
    finding mom’s stuff – nothing but trouble
    theirs the witches pot ha no
    lid it is allows to boil
    and bullbe
    over
    the sides of a
    jar
    a bell jar into which great poets are cast
    sappho and erotic vases
    plath and corning ware
    grandma and the ornament over the mantle
    leaving grnadpa alone in his
    double decker ploy
    as if
    if osomeone had forgoet

    I must gegain the
    humor of a high octane
    asic high
    burning and scouring
    unaffraid to leave the last
    page blank

  • BP :: PJ84

    #This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
    #newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989

    I really think that no one is saything nothing
    in fact everyone is saying a great deal
    It simply means nothing.
    yes that is the problem
    the need to keep lines of
    communication constantly open
    has led to them being
    forcefully filled iwth cotton
    foolish fluffy filth thought
    to be mostly harmless however
    close exploration reveals
    this to be sodium
    clogging the arteries and
    destroying healthy circulations
    the slow down is
    caused by human iter
    facing with information
    maintance some computers
    are smarter then some
    men. And if we simply
    stood aside and let
    the blood pump
    We would not get our
    boots wet.
    To cleanse the cotton
    we need needles of
    decisive Action. Winos
    with fierce forcips willing
    to remove the clog
    and flush the system
    with out loosing htem
    selves in the fear that
    they foo will be
    flushed.

    This theory may not be unique – I may be able to base it
    on eternal thought of
    classic scholars, yogis, and
    gurus – yet that will
    give it no more
    merit – it shall meerly
    clog the system
    going the other way.
    the life you lead
    The job you perform
    shall alwys get done
    probably in less time if
    you were not there
    slowing down the flow
    of information by creating
    ripples – ripples formed by
    the force of your two
    cents.
    Wow when one tires
    of waiting on hold it
    generally means that one
    has it more minutes
    to hold – of course the
    realization that you
    will never catch your
    operators name or number
    when they come on the line
    further complicates the telesis
    of effective information
    flow the interface between
    you and the machine
    is being clogged by
    a rock wrapped in cotton
    a large rock chained to
    rules less changing then
    gravity pre einsteinian
    relativeless lumps of
    shit that thrivve on
    human anger and suffering
    wraith wraith wraith
    I name you Hold button
    sapper of wills!
    confustion prince!
    Diety of Decline!
    Forever challange the
    bounds of infinite patience
    prespective fast food
    Employee!
    Hold Line!
    Fear of Function!
    Eternal time gag!
    Easily excused, oft
    forgotten ne’er do
    well.
    Inventor be damned
    Grahm Bell I know
    thy name and shall
    soon seek thee out
    Bank pay pay pay
    As I call you prime
    time to insure that
    you pay the highest
    rates for my out of
    zone calls
    With 1/2 this book
    a filled I shall
    band up and try
    back back back
    #1 billing info
    1 current ballance
    2 billed
    #5

  • BP :: PJ83

    #This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
    #newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989

    Today I purchased some stamps
    roses!
    roses?
    roses.

    my postal payment was beflowered in purity
    could anyting be much worse

    comedians

    I have not yet seen this
    but according to rumor
    Laural and Hardy will soon be paying their way
    through thte Tristerds

    Two mean… Alone… in a field of flowers and dinasaurs and presidents

    Charlie Chaplin – Alone. Again – fighting th efascists of beauracracy

    off the clocck we have no chance…

  • BP :: PJ82

    #This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
    #newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989

    Per Po

    An historical recreation of the day
    of the past in the physiology of our creations

    The death of Perf Po

    No

    I think not when its mindless creations are still attacked
    by cognition rather then emotions

    release is more then cutting up credit cards

    more then copping a feel on a strangers heel
    mor then blasting the art of strangers
    And until you and yours understand that the time of
    Perf Po is now!