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