i am the queen of misspelled words

i type as fast as i think there is going to be messed up mispelled words i am not dumb but careless i do not think before i write i just write i let the words flow like a leaky facet if you will so excuse the mess of my grey matter but when it comes to the art it should never be clean it should be dirty, loud , mispelled misundrestood, and a little weird and strangly familiar there is a song called "walk in the woods' by the BLEACHERS that for some reason bring me mentaly to a place that is familiar and yet not i cannot put it in the right words but it makes me very emontional "thank YOU"
I WAS always meaning to ask but never did and the moment has passed and besides i didnt want him to think i was insane well i have to jam class is ready to begin and carrie is ever the good student


i will blog the next mr.salt on wes. so until the universe showes all its secrets i be off to see the wizard of "id"

ttfn carrie

until

she has a tattoo of the sun on her left palm a moon on her right

she knows the kiss of time only in visions of the noon eclipses of passing

in delightful wonder , she is a seeker in truth and in wisdom

blind men come to her for sight of the second, they wait, for her third to open up in the purple haze of prophesy

mindful of the land minds laid out by the non believers, she steps lightly

no one ever hears her coming ,she sneaks up on you , and you never knew she was right in front of you

when she cries deep into the night , her sorrow is like a knife with a fire blade and it slashes at you

she is consuming, and yet giving in the same fashion of perfect persuasion

giving in to her own devises, she will plot her own war ; plans laid out in doodles and elaborated designs of circles and stars, circle and stars

she has always been a victim to the figments of her imagination

she laughs at her own reflection, because in self awareness there is no changing the beautiful mess she is

she holds her hands together in sleep so the moon can eclipse the sun

eternal night, ---- she welcomes

she is child like in her playfulness, women in her love and a menace to those who cross her

she fades into her shadows then you notice her and there is a light upon her face you cannot help to look at

before you know it , she disappears into her own realm of thinking, never to be seen

until----------------------------

carrie ann kawa 7/2009

this one i just let flow i did not stop the nonsence

until next time maria it ok to go a little crazy ive been there not bad , wonderwall i hope life has been productive and you are ok been looking tired and a little glum

ttfn carrie

the bitter taste of salt

hehas walked barefoot on the land of man

today he sits , feet tired, red, burned, scared,and bleeding

sighing deeply, sitting on alog bench near an old general store someplace,somewhere

he thought with every step he took " the answer"would come clear , like the ringing of a bell

no such revealation came , just more confussion

he is not even sure if he is an angel or a man driven crazy by life

as he dozes off , his hands start to speak not in the traditional way , just in a way a thinker keeps on thinking when fatigue takes over

images flash on his brain a bad flash back of the now

he cries out in his sleep, as a dog whimpers at a storm that is coming near

too much , as he wakes up he goes deep into the woods to form a circle out of sticks

takes his straight razor , stripes himself naked

to look upon him at this moment the scares of written dogma are staggering

he is a book in the making, names, places, maps it is awe inspiring in its own depravity

childern faces on one arm etched with such detailed

faces of demons conversing together in a mixture of evil that makes a design indescribable on his torso

he stands in the circle and screams and now he is in a trance, the razor dances over his body like a sculptor at work re creating everything he has seen fires and floods, murder and mayhem

the rain comes hard it is filled with salt

he walkes again flesh raw ,red, and burning,tattooing the scares on his body

he walks to the ocean leaves his clothes on the beach and fades for a while

he know who he is

the girls will call him when its time

his black wings open stretched out like an ancient relics

the moon cast an ominous glow on him

from the distant .gemini picks up his clothes and waves in the only way girls can wave

carrie ann kawa 2/2007

next mr salt poem is title "gemini" we get to meet the strange little girls that seem to understand salts mission here

bound; forever

magnetic, force of will

that brings me to you, a force that shows no sign of weakening

i feel your heart beat , it falls into a rhythem like a familiar sound of home

i hear your cries in the distant

fighting the urge to run to you lay near you

feeling your hands on my body, deep kisses that there is no escape from

needing to taste those lips forever, wanting you

flowing into each other.

i talk, olny you understand

i walk where you have stood

watching the stars for a sign of you like a cosmos in our own universe

i would kiss you and never stop, for the taste would keep on evolving

the simple flavor of you

we speak by just using our eyes

you can tell me you love me by grabbing hold of my hand

you are in my very being,as no one will ever know

carrie ann kawa 4/2005

this one is an older poem brought on by my strange dreams and trust me they are strange

this onepop out at me while i was looking for salt's poems { i wonder why maria} this is about no one possible the fantasy of {him} whom ever {he} is i would like to belive mr. right is there but that would make me a romantic and i would never admit to that i would rather eat a bug a big juicy bug , but befor i do that i will admit the thought of someone understanding me is a nice idea some one who knowes my poetry takes on a life of its own when the words come i cannot tell you what it will be about or why i wrote it until its done {the one thing i will give up control too} because something magical happens when i put that pen to paper that i wish i could explain that some how childhood to adult is wraped in there or feelings that each one of my poems brings out ----- this one is based on a dream like many

i will blog some time next week about salt trust me some werid stuff happens to the strange angel and where he came from well let say in 1993 i saw a strange man on the bus dressed in a very odd way and he was making balloon animals that stayed in my grey matter for years until 1997 when i started to write mr.salt at first my mom said the title of your poem is mr.salt and with a coy smile i said yes and she said you are an odd one carrie and my replie was your my mother what do you expect

well goodnight wonderwall ------maria hope you do not find it to weird and yes i am a brat

ttfn cak

it is one of those days

i am very confussed i know nothing new
my dad , grandmother and my aunt all moved to kansas now i know i have not spoken to them in 20 years but all of them kansas not ohio its weird then for the hell of it i cheaked out the info on my self it says i am 60 years old it must be getting me confussed with my mom then to top it all off i have been having the strangiest dreams about a certain person i cannot get him out of my head and i am trying i have sorta been flirting with others and he keeps poping in there my dreams my place life has been too weired lately i feel like kicking him if he truly knew me he would know this is unusual most of the time i follow the advise of my dreams but with him i cannot he is the one person that makes me nervous i could meet bono and not get butterflys in my stomac but with him my tongue wont work i feel i do not have the upper hand and of all the people that are inteset in me i have to have a crush on the one that i have no idea if he thinks im cute or oh my god you need help or carrie who is she oh her she s alright and i rather have a limb torn from me then ask him and i do not know why


there i feel better i vented i will be good for class math and then more math and i hope everything is going ok there will be a solar eclips on the july 22 check out the nasa site cool stuff

i will blog more poems next wes and get a little personal with what would like to call sherlock peanutbutter kawa my cat who passed away in 2004 had him for almost 17years a very big part of my teenage years i miss him and you cannot replace the things that shape who you are the people the songs the books that you read the pets that you have those memories are precious and nonreplaceable so my sherlock should have someof his stories told one his two favorite albums {and i am not crazy} like a prayer and battleskipper i have never seen an animal get so excited over music but of course he was my cat

until i blog again ----carrie

ETERNITY

Her name meant forever

they met at the end

because the beginning was just a dream

he knew the curve of her face

the stars in her eyes

and the touch of her hands

she stood in the wind and the rain

and laughed at the rest for trying

moonlight touched her like the sun on dew

he opened his heart and dreams ,to her soul

she caressed him like a child

afraid of his shadow,afraid of himself

he dreamt that she was water

and drank her

eternity dreamt that he he was the sun

and bathed in his light

they held each other , while the stars fell

and it was forever

CAK 1998

no rest for the wicked

hello
i just wanted to say hi
i think it so hard to talk to the one that has something so special to offer
everyone ask you have such an outgoing personalty why not just ask him out "fear of rejection" i have never been there , most of the time if i joke around i get an idear but i belive he makes me nervous . if you know me i do not get nervous i'm very carrie thats all i can say he wrote something so profound i can not get it out of my brain i tryed so hard to sqush this crush and he wrote a simply sentence that i knew exactly what he meant will i ever tell him 'NO" he wrote it i read it no words apply" i will blog on wes the 14th

until then there is always a full moon olny shadows get in the way

cak

confession of salt

no one said this WAS going to be easy

the conception of humanity

the frailty of their souls

to try ,and yet , the nothing i see

i place my hands together,to guide me

i find no resoulute

this is who i am

steadfast, my soul

they shed so much blood

that the ground is coverd , maroon

they spread so much hate

it swallowed the moon.where the stars cannot play

if they opened their eyes the universe will shine back, and what wonders they will see ,but blindness is their choice

my knees are bruised, i cannot kneel forever, and when i walk away, damnation

i would have failed mankind and her sweet sorrow

steadfast my soul

cak 9/2005

WELL MY BREAK IS OVER , LIFE HAS BEEN JUST STRANGE THERE IS NO OTHER WAY TO PUT IT , I TRULY DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE MALE AGGGAH IF I DID THERE WOULD BE NO CRUSHES SOON I WILL BRING YOU TWO POeMS " THE ECHO FROM THE EDGE" AND WORDS DO NOY APPLY" THEN ANOTHER SALT POeM.

WELL LET ME FIRST SAY HELLO THEN GOOD-BY CAK

well

my persentation is over my finals have been taken i am on break until 7/13/2009 when it all starts again with a ton of math classes--- yeah ---- there is an information socity album called "hack" all of this happened before and it will all happen again. that sentence is so f@%&ing true

well i have no words of wisdom , except i showed sherri a picture of me when i was in first grade and she said carrie you look very mischivious i wonder is that how i come off like i have an evil plan in the works " i do " but i am suppose to hide it better so for the next week i will work on my poetry and work and -------


have a goodnight wonderwall dont ask because i dont know

I WISH IT HAD A NAME "MARIA"

I look up at the stars ,and wonder where my place is

i cry until, i can see my own reflection

my other self, is begging for me to stay here to be what everyone wants me to be

He holds out his hand to me ,and in the same fashion slaps it away

he tortures me for my love, and yet i find comfort in knowing he is there

i wake up in the middle of the night , looking down at a face, that my soul dose not belong to

sleepwalking, in the maze of my life

half a dream, half a reality

not knowing if i will come face to face with me , and if i do what then, will she tell me what i am

supposed to do, or will it be more riddles and mysteries'

my fist are clench, i want so badly to jump into that forbidden abyss, hoping it will be his arms that deliver me home

CAK 6/22/2009

INSPIRED BY MARIA H

MARIA ------ TAKE ADVICE FROM THE MOVIE -----JUMP

NEXT MR.SALT WILL BE 7/15/2009 "CONFESSION OF SALT"

TTFN CAK

salt's water

the desert leads to the water

where man took his first breath

i am back, the water lapping at my feet

i wash my face with the water of age gone by and the fall of mankind

my reflection is haggard, and i am weary

i take my shirt off that has seen many winds

my skin is white and tattooed ; my wings black like onyx come blazing out the pain is comforting and freeing

i wade in the water, the rush of man comes onto me, and the waves baptize me

i fall backwards, submerging myself

felt like i was in the womb again

" the end of days is coming"

the sun 's heat beats on me like a violent crime

i have shed the water of man

to walk the city, waiting for the full circle

cities have crumbled, the world is no more

mankind has returned , because they could never be more then what was expected

i stand in the middle and wait

wings spread,welcomeing with open arms

the fire that comes, i let devour me, i take a deep breath

disperse, with a self destructive smile

all i remember is that i am back in mother's womb

i have to end to begin ------to end to begin

the unknown changes me ,again

dreams are the past and the future

i open my eyes, the visions were powerful

the water has become cold and unwelcoming

i iook up towards the sky

my question answerd before i could ask

i dress and pack up, to walk again

the water oracle has told me , the end of days is near , and my sacrifice is emmitted

i will burn like a beacon until i am no more

CAK 7/2005