at the red rock

well i went to the place that i know timothy jacob loves i am going to on wes blog " the naked desert of timothy jacob" and a brand new one

i have to thank maria a place i have not gone to even though i lived here all my life weird what you miss out on so the well of inspration is running deep you will read hopefully i will put the picture on the blog until next

ttfn----------------------carrie

yesterday

some one had to be playing it "yesterday ' i had to fight the urge to cry why she half to go i miss my mom dam her for dying dam


next week two poems possible three not sure


wonderwall i will see you friday and tuesday and if you know who you are wonder wall say something unusal like sherlock unless you are truly scared of me then i know

good night for now
ttfn--------------carrie

bells on lament

i know of no other sound , except the bells on lament street where the church of truth is, it has a presence about it

you walk on the opposite side of the street, he stood there staring at me with eyes that were not his own

the church bells were louder then i remember them to be

i brushed pass him and i caught hold of something---- a feeling and yet i let it go afraid to touch it

to know it to see it

it started to rain, my hair drenched, i love the cold, it summons me , it knows who i am

i felt a deep pain that i know was the stranger , as if i were to say to him, i know how your eyes should see me how they should feel then --------------

thoughts trail off, confussion sets in,and i walk back to the church of truth and go inside

a statue of an angel peers at me from above i was here before in a dream its always a dream

i sat in a pew the alter was adorn with the wishes of a million souls undistinguishabble designs that kept changing with the passing of the sun

the stain glass window showered colors on their dreams and wishes

he sits besides me and holds my hand he cries in soft sobs and i feel his sorrow as if it were my own

carrie ann kawa 8/2008

two for one both written in the same week both befor i started my wonderful job in a place i like to call target land i ride the tea cups because i honstly never know which way there are going to spin me also befor i started school they were very strange visions that enter my minds eye

so please enjoy ------- on sunday we were talking about record players and it got me thinking where my deep love of music came from when i was 4 my dad for chrismas got me an orange transister radio i listen to it all the time the beatles, credence, boz sages bob seiger and the silver bullet band zepplin "the eagles" my mom with her beautiful motown and the mahatten transfer a jazz quartet, then when i was 5 my mommsie got me my first record player my first record was disney i listen to we can fly from peter pan always a nd chim chim chere from mary poppins then i would sneek my moms commador recordes and listen to them and her earth wind and fire

the first one i bought on my own accord was michael jackson why because vincent price

then rick springfield then i got into billy joel then it got stranger from there my mom would say when i was in the womb she would listen to elton john all the time when she passed tiny dancer came on the radio i cried like a baby i still do

next week the" seduction "and the "lady and the waiting man"

remember to read on goodnight wonder wall i hope life has been productive where that creative vibe has found you well

sister of the universe three dog night on the 6th free free free make sure caveman knows carrie will not take no for an answer

see you later---------------------------------carrie

MAN OF WHITE AND STONE

He sits on a chair of stone,eyes closed, feet on ground hands clasped together in prayer of thought.

this man of many tongues dressed in robes of many shades of white different from the next

his skin is the purity of white , of his thoughts. and the nonsense of the delivery of his kind onto the wind

the darkness that surrounds him only illuminates his presence

when you look at him you notice he is hairless ,a tattoo of an ancient language adorns his head

his features are plain expected in the subtle movements of his facial expression

one moment he looks pained the next as if he has reached nirvana

a girl child on the edge walks up to the man of white , she is dressed in black

whispers something to him sits in front of him on the ground of the universe crossed legged hands out

two glass orbs of blue and green in each hand , she starts to hum

the man opens his eyes they are only white--blind ---expect you know he sees you

you start to understand how naked your soul is how vulnerable, how infantile, how cosmic

the child starts to scream he covers her mouth and takes her screams in

in some ways it ends who you are, the orbs fall on the ground shatters

he smashes his feet in to the shards and walks off

the little girl is no longer a child she becomes a women long blonde hair with raven feathers at the end

she stands on the stone chair, goddess of the underworld her hands move in motion of magic making conjuring and conspiring

she smiles this mischief maker she opens her cloth of black to reveal her nakedness in subtle changes

she becomes the universe ,galaxy upon galaxy, infinity upon infinity

the man of white walks backs in and kneels in front of her

he is praying to mother of invention he walks through, she closes her robe sits on a chair made of stone

eyes closed hands clasped together in prayer of thought the darkness almost eclipses her

a boy child on the edge dressed in maroons with hair of black whisperers to her and sits on the ground in front of her

holding a black sphere he throws it up in the air it spins with a violent fury it grows in size and density

he sobs tears that would fill an ocean she lets him cry she stands to the side he stands up he grows into a man

he opens his robe to revel time the beginning the end and everything else

she cannot enter on to him she is immense and he is infinity

they sit on the chair back to back

a girl child on the edge hair of red , skin of pale fade in grey and blue

she does not whisper to them she stands looking at them scrutinizing, them, writing it all down

she becomes faded until she disappears

then it all fades out

Carrie Ann kawa 8/08

thank you

i love feedback i crave more ; just like others you need to know how they have an effect on you
tommorow man of white and stone ; possible another one to tempt your mental pallet
until the moon comes out and the sun shines in another part of the world

wonderwall hopefully i will see you thursday
maria yes i have to use your name
and the rest goodnight

where the day takes you

i find myself in a weird realm of thinking , i am lost in a storm of strangeness . do i stay in this realm or start to become normal ? i ponder this , as i ponder most things in my life those who cannot except me can leave the building those that like that i am weird can stay



another "where the hell is she going with this " from carrie
next week " man of white and stone "

goodnight wonder wall
hope things go well for you captain a
maria three dog night on the 6Th of Sept think about it its free free free free free free
remember the energy you take should equal what you make
see you later cak

MICHAEL'S PHILOSOPHIC PHRASES

I HAVE SPOKEN ABOUT HIM BEFORE MY BROTHER MICHAEL , WELL FROM TIME TO TIME HIS PHILOSOPHIC PHRASES WILL BE POSTED


DREAM'S ARE LIQUID, LIKE RIVERS ,THEY FLOW
LAKES JUST STAY DORMANT
OCEANS ARE VAST, AND SEAS KEEP LAND CONNECTED
JUST LIKE RAIN STORM'S. COME THUNDERING IN
DREAM'S DISAPPEAR
IN JUST A BLINK OF YOUR EYES


MICHAEL ALEX KAWA 8/17/2009



I THOUGHT THIS WAS BRILLENT AND IT WENT WELL WITH SALT

UNTIL LATER TRY TO REMEMBER LIFE IS HOW YOU MAKE IT AND WITH ALL ITS TWIST AND TURNS YOU ARE BETTER FOR ALL THE HITS YOU TAKE


CARRIE ---------------------------------------------

THE DEATH OF SALT

If only i were a man

i started in the darkness

buried in the soil of the earth, reaching for the light

i was created in clay, water, wind

formed in the sea and rivers

formed to be a messenger

to speak for humanity, to listen to their tales and witness their lives

i weep for in my eternal sadness

they forged my wings from their bloodshed, years upon years of war and conflict

my wings catch the wind and i am in flight

traveling over cities and countries

looking for peace and quiet, finding none

i sat upon a rock alone surrounded by water

talking with my hands to the spirts of the dead

i look up at the sun; i went blind, from the intensity of the light

the voices of gods pierced inside my mind, and read my scared tattooed of transgression

now they know the secrets of the world

she , it, him , whispered to me 'IT IS TIME TO FADE'

i will never know if i will ever be born again

i am dissolving, feathers into dust skin to water

the wind blowes me away

my conscience becomes one of something that is greater than me

the last of me watches the moon rise and give birth to the stars

i am no more and yet i am salt

carrie ann kawa 4/2007

that is the end of our friend salt will he be back honstly i do not know i never force a poem or those who choose to be in them if or when salt comes back i will let you know

next week "man of white and stone "

i have to be quick

i am and always will be reality and fantasy are one and the same we make life into what we want it to be we let our selves fall into the cracks of life


i needed to mentaly doodle i am doing so much math all i see is numbers


see you next week hopefully carrie out

carrie ann

that is who i am i no more or less then my name i write because i know no other way every word i write are little taste of me if that makes any sence my loves music plays one of the biggest parts in my life my mom played it always i have a soundtrack of my life art, movies, books i cannot go without my brothers thoughts , maria "s ---------, i am drawn to certain people , i have a wicked sence of humor , my mom used to play the piano since she was three years old her talent was never fully discoverd and it got left behind in the saddess ways that will always have an effect on me because her own music is in my head but i can never reproduce it and that is a sadnees other then that why am i blogging this because in life you need to let yhe world know hey i am here and i am not going anywhere and my plans for world domination oh that was a secret dam i have to stop telling all my secrets well you do not know them all and by the way the death of salt eill be blogged next week and then we will go on from there


goodnight wonder wall sleep well
maria maria maria
mike my transformer freak of a brother

ttfn carrie out

GEMINI

They stand on the beach of nowhere, a place that the storm of times converge and meet

Lanterns are place for souls that hold light , they cover the beach,many have grown dark, mankind's' lack of remorse

they are the keepers here, face into face, twins, sisters of order and chaos, sun and moon, evil and good , the beginning and the end

they play games of child blessing, waiting, they get lost in their own thoughts

reflecting prism of light, shadows of the darkness

they sit on the ground, unaware of their own self reliance

Gemini finds a stone, smooth from the ages , cut deep from the waves, a wind shutters pass, more souls leave, they whisper we are at the end there is no other way

it is time to make craft;their hands make mirror configuration, ancient symbols only they know

they know the rhyme, they know the language

he is coming, summoning him,Gemini throws the stone, the ocean of existence swallows it as to confirm they have been acknowledge

the chant of ages begins -----the stone is the light, the mocking birds take to flight, the moon is the goddess of the night , time is an illusion,and the end is just the beginning

each of them place sand in their hands. and let it fall in the water

they look at each other puzzled by what is forming, the water gives vision, and one laughs as the other cries

in the distant a water Sprite tornado emerges, Gemini points, and they start to jump up and down

the twins stand in the water, waiting for salt to emerge, and begin

he comes out of the ocean depth like a child born, naked, black wings stretched out, he is so he can be

long black and silver hair billow es in the wind, he places his feet on the sand, the movement of time

Gemini hands him his clothes: shirt, jeans, hat and razor

he walks ---Gemini follows

in the distant the cries of war echoes like a lone wolf

one of the twins giggle, as the other looks scornful at her counterpart

salt understands the storm is beginning

emotional baggage of those who have been left behind

Gemini skips ahead; they stumble on the castle maker, old as if age is his disguise

he goes up to salt and places his face in salts hands and weeps a thousands tears

Gemini is moved and complacent by this open show of emotion

salt holds this man tears and swallows every one; the man goes back and builds again

Gemini kicks at his attempt; salt knows this is their way

their destination is the city

where human existence lives their lives in the banality of the day

their journey was hard, the terrain complicated

on the outskirt of no name city, they stop at the church of the gods of many names, people are praying---a wedding is taken place

Jesus and Lucifer are sitting in the front singing hymns of long ago dead rock and roll musician

Buddha is in the confessional, while Ali is playing jacks with the archangel Michael; choirs of the many Hindu gods are singing Ava a maria

Gemini goes up to the alter, to sacrifice

salt goes up to Jesus and Lucifer to ask how father is and they answer at the same time as if they were twins of the same time and reality

during the wedding ceremony Adam reabsorbs eve, and now they are one

in the same fashion that explains a lot

they leave the church of many gods

Gemini knows they our the beginning and the end , the past and the future

the city is filled with more confusion, more chaos, then with order there is a lack of balance

Gemini finds her sister is fading

salt knew this would happen for a while

things go from bad to much worse

Carrie Ann kawa 1/2007

next week' the death of salt " i will let you process this one

until all our one

keep your feet on the ground

i am and then i am not but always Carrie ttfn

sorrow

we can not predict when sadness takes us over when we miss someone so bad are very being is damage from the hits we take my sister of the cosmos my heart goes out to you use your feeling and shape the space around you remember we are women we are magical its in are nature we can do things that brave men love to witness nothing perverted just whimsical or maybe its the artist of the world that posses magic one or the other maria listen to some sad music eat ice cream and curse his name and remember men run from their feelings unless they are brave then they face it head and heart on some are just coward and you can have him read this and he can understand you need to listen to Elton john and other things start writing

other then that its OK to walk in the shadows sometimes the light is to bright and never be afraid to be yourself everyone thinks i am a little off why ? because i refuse to let life drag me down and i laugh and try to have a good time is that wrong? or are people just cant take a person happy that they are themselves i no people think i have this evil side i will call mischievous side it sounds so much better

tomorrow Mr. salt until ---------------then good night wonder wall

maria i know and understand
mike transform and roll out
and to the rest ttfn

nothing is real

silence encases the night blacking out the day , erasing the light
visions dance in the rain,drenching the minds of those who welcome the strange
the sun hangs in the sky made out of paper--mache stars and moons of silver foil fame
trees and flowers colored like children took to them with vengeance
echoing that this world is full of menace
words leak out of books so what remains is never quite the same
stick figure people run this world of make believe
what we see is not what we see , where shadows exist, and truth runs like zebras made out of Popsicle's stick
i know of of what i say , or what i do
i sit here in red to believe in crimson and maroon
to understand my insane fate, blues run in my fevered brain, i close my eyes so i can see straight
illusion wrapped in lies colored in greys
clocks never run backwards only forward in an endless parade
things left behind stay locked away, minds that move slowly get no play
they are only beginning the race, the finish line is gone it left no trace
everything goes that way only to begin another day



carrie ann kawa 8/03






i know nothing to do with salt sorry i just wanted to give you different flavores of me strange poems just to make life intersting soon the salt saga will be over and i wanted timothy jacob to set the mood for him and anaka which you have not met or have you someone whom i have givin some poetry to has a poem title the lady and the waiting man that is part of their epic but most likely this person never read it but that is for the future salt has to play his part which he will next week

remember life is to short spending it in your bedroom and looking at the walls and wondering how did i get here wait thats me never mind
life is to short to have a crush on someone no thats me too
ok once a day make fun of your self ok i think we can mange that

for maria listen when you jump into the fire you wil always get burned but the heat was worth the thired degree and if that does not make sence i took medication for my sinus and i m just going off so try to understand it in a crazy way

until next week keep well ttfn carrie out

TIMOTHY JACOB

ON a horse of ivory, with fire red eyes

snorts the dust of the dead, the unforgiven

long black coat,tattered by the wind, golden skin

white hair bleached by the sun

blood red shirt,jeans aged as if old was new

tarnished silver spurs on his boots made of snakes

venomousness in nature, kinship for the wearer

they still hold the dust of the western civilization

his weapon of choice------sin

discarded outlaw of the past traveling the new age as if it were a disease

in the day when justice was king and everything else fell to its knees, time has forgotten him

a mere ghost galloping out of existence, fading

he does not understand modern

plastic society with its glamour put on for show

sun setting on a world left behind by god

mankind sits on a throne of a graveyard

a loner riding into the blackness that is the future

he sits there on top of the world

that has forsaken justice and everything between

and knowsthat you cannot save nothing for nothing

Carrie Ann Kawa 4/2001

THE SUN ONLY SHINES SO FAR

HE HAD THE COURAGE I LACKED

HE WALKED TO THE PLACE OF THE SHINING STAR ONLY TO GO SO FAR

AS TO LOOK BACK AT HIS LOVE

TO KNOW HIS DESTINY IS TO LEAVE BEHIND THE HOME HE KNOWS

IT WOULD BE MY SWEETEST SORROW

TO JOURNEY TO PLACES

THE SUN DOES NOT EVEN KNOW

FRAGMENTS OF MEMORIES MERGING BECOMING TANGIBLE

HE KNEW IT ALL

HE HAD HIS TRUTH

TRANSFORMATION AND PROPHECY

THE LOVE HE CREATED WAS REAL

WHAT HE WAS AND WILL BE

ARE MORE THEN THE SUMS OF ALL WE KNOW

HE LOOKED UP TOWARD THE SUN

AND KNEW HE HAD TO GO REASON AND REALITY

FICTION TO FANTASY TRUTH OF THE SPIRIT

MANY THE OF PAST HE KNEW IT ALL HE KNEW IT ALL

CARRIE ANN KAWA 5/2004

HOT

it is hot here in las vegas tommorow 8/06/2009 i will blog some poems if you can handle it and most likely i will misspell some words because i am not perfect and choose not to be i am every so pressed for time so i will leave you with this

life is messy
if you do not have one buy one "a yo yo " mine is pink and i try not to leave home with out it
find time to do what you love "hint" you know who
life is to short not to sing in the supermarket or dance or do silly voices with your brother where every one thinks you are out of your mind
sanity is an illiusion
be kind to the strange and unusual we make the world a better place

read tommorow