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i am Carrie Ann Kawa , i am a poet, a writer, music lover, i enjoy intresting conversations, i love the words of others , i have a deep faith in something bigger then myself , i enjoy life instead of complaining about it , i look at the stars, have a wicked sence of humor and i know some where down the line i will be where i need to be for today is today. i walk where i have no place to go , i talk when there is nothing to say , i dream when i am awake . i am carrie and that is all i am ever going to be .

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

FREAKSHOW

HE stood there selling a miracle
"the sights you will see , just come inside"
one dollar and you will see---- things that will make you question the world you know
i was intrigued, this man in an odd hat
i was drawn to this strange circus, for reason i cannot explain
i paid my dollar , when i wlked into the tent this was no trick it was darker then any night i have ever known except the promise of tiny stars
strange lights appeared---enter the man tattooed from head to foot a map of lands that i did not know adorned his naked body, colors so deep that for a brief moment they almost appeared to jump of his skin,and with a quick blink,not, he smiled as to say i know you saw my trick my illusion,reality?
there was a women dancing with feather fans dressed all in green her movements were hypnotic the more i watch the room seemed to spin
the more i saw , the less i can explain . images on the air, light that played with my hair, life was fluid and i was riding the wave
the man in the hat took my hand he said there is more i want you to see
glass orbs----colored withdifferent shades of blues"they are world's within worlds's infinity ways of thinking
strange wooden blocks that were used by a master assassin that sing a song so profound, it will cut your flesh untilthere is nothing left except the melody of your soul
a book yellowed withtime, in it drawings of mankind's dreams and nightmares
i understood none of this and yet i did i was left in the cold the wind blew my hair
i walked the train tracks home
CAK 12/1997
NOT MUCH TO GO ON ABOUT THIS WAS FROM A DREAM A VERY FREAKY DREAM MY DREAMS ARE RARELY NORMAL SOMETIMES I WISH I COULD SHOW PEOPLE MY DREAMS I FEEL I AM NOT DESCRIPTIVE ENOUGH IT OF COURSE IS ABOUT SALT
I AM NOT SURE WHEN THE NEXT SALT POSTING WILL BE I WILL LET YOU KNOW
REMEMBER "LIFE IS LIKE A MOVIE WRITE YOUR ENDING KEEP BELIVING KEEP PRETNDING FOR THE LOVERS THE DREAMERS AND YOU" MUPPET MOVIE WATCH IT JUST ONCE IF YOU HAVENT AND IF THE LAST TIME YOU WATCHED IT YOU WERE A KID WATCHED IT AGAIN FOR ME
TTFN

1 comment:

  1. I loved this prose poem. It was surreal, but somehow familiar. I hope you'll blog more often so I can come back here more often :)

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