into the mystic

hello


tomorrow i will be posting two poems old and one i am working on right now also i will have my week off at school so i will be getting rest { i think} this term has been one of the hardest on me and my mind was else where

my wisdom for today do not regret or do not let her get away because one day you will wake up and say why


or it was OK to be a little mean to an aunt who opened an old wound and it is taking time to heal
or just say hello it will not kill you

those just poped in to my head


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

growing up kawa

first lets start its pronounce {kay--wa} in Poland it means coffee what was it like nothing was the way it should have been it was complicated and i know every one child hood was complicated mine was strange at best there was not a moment i was not traveling like a gypsy or being put in my place by my dad you see after all the drama i got my sorry from my mom before she passed away in all her messed up thoughts she knew the responsibility's she laid at my feet but my father -----------i just found out he died i am not a 100% sure but it feels right and my gut has never been wrong i will never get my sorry from him that man owes me one trust me big time when i am less angry i will write in more detail but enjoy the poem inspired by my momsie which she was well aware of



Carrie -----------------see you later

MY ENDLESS CRUSADE

Standing in the middle of nowhere looking for fire

the dreams of the modern man are scatter in the waste land

she cannot hear my voice in the darkness

i am slowly fading away

finally i see my escape

to escape

to fall into my lunacy. is truly my salvation

i have drowned in her misery for so long

i have forgotten my way home

she has lead me on a journey of madness

ever so consuming

a part of her enjoyed my endless crusade

she also hated me in the same capacity

she has become my asylum

which to escape, i would be hunted down

and tortured for giving chase to my freedom

i will sit here and listen , until she lets me go

Carrie Ann kawa 6/1998

book it

hey hi hello


on monday new poems and the details on growing up kawa and more mike poetry for my friends a treat for others i leave you wonder in the darkness and the light




wonder wall -----------------------------------------------------


see you later carrie

the women and the waiting man

she is fantasy to see only once the walking dream vision in light lover in darkness
nameless except when the wind kisses his cheek

she stood on a hill to look back at him her eyes carved love into his heart and soul tortured by her bewiderness , bewitched by her coyness

she walks off only leaving her essences to drive him to wait forever
she fades into the underworld , it is confession of the sun, the afterglow moonlight prophecy
welcomes her to places she has never been , too see music in forms of colors and thoughts tangibly in texture and the sense of herself in the mixture of it all

she is in her blues and greens fading in and out pointing North fashioning herself on the world

Davine makeshift prophet , hands on her lips , on her lips . she is sexually in nature moving into the wind becoming water, taste like fire feet on earth she is the mountains whispering into the nothing like a scream of silent she sheds to become a new and yet old is her home

she comes back to him changed by what she saw , her walk is like a vixen eyes no longer innocent her gaze is intrusive as she sees inside to read you and take you apart piece by piece

she is winter icy with angel wings dressed in black like death walking towards the apocalypse waiting for her lover , words not spoken the moon guides her many emotion fierce and sadness she screams his name

frozen , the world held her heart and it broke from loneliness


women dressed in winter eclipse the sun by her moon skin pale , tint of the snow last fall , she is the deep howls that the wind carries her eyes are deep like seas that give away to oceans she looks into you waiting for the real you to emerge then walks away, leaving you shaking never to be you again

his sun welcomes her melting her into his warm embrace she needs his warmth it breaks her apart for him to put her together again

he is the morning and she craves to wrap herself in it , he holds her as he gives all of him to this place, her love was hungry her lips upon his body his touch was an artist forming her : tracing scares and star shaped tattoos that adorn her back

where had she been what had she seen , he wanted to keep her to posses her , but he knew he could not . she dressed in her winter as he lay naked with essence still covering him she smiled at him which reminded him of the first time he saw her

before she left he grabbed her hand pleaded with his eyes for her not to leave, she kissed him lovingly and with a passion he will never know again

she walked out to the winter , sky grey in contrast to her black walking up the hill the wolfs follow her


he fell to his knees unaware of the cold and cried iced tears that shattered on the ground
his woman gone , when her heart grows cold she will seek him out and there forever will last as there never lasted in brief sighs of eternity



carrie ann kawa 12/2006




i cannot get my pics on but my words stay true now that is a man someone that loves a person so much he will wait if love or relationships were that easy but we as human in our cynical way seem to sabotage our selves we do not know what we have until that person stops giving us the attention we crave well it is weird i just got a message on my cell that like sharp objects and shiny things


see you later Carrie

hello

tomorrow my pictuers will be back up i messed with something and screwed something up and if you know me i do stuff like that but that is what makes me fun and amusing




later carrie

THE TRUTH OF SOUND

ITS A RHYTHM , A BEAT
NOTES ON A GUITAR, VOICES ON THE WIND
INTRINSIC, ELABORATE,ELECTRIFY, SOUND
SILENCE CAN NEVER BE , THERE IS ALWAYS SOUND
SCRATCHING,ECHO OF AN OLD RECORD OR THE DIGITAL FINISH OF ELECTRIC FANTASY
JUPITER GIVES OFF ITS OWN COSMIC RADIO SIGNAL , PLAYING A GALACTIC MUSICAL TOO THE UNIVERSE
SOUND IN ITS TRUE FORM CAN BE CONFIGURE , BOUNCING OFF THE STATE OF MIND
MAKING IT STRANGE AND UNUSUAL
SOUND CAN COME AT US IN WAVES
CRASHING OR GENTLY TAKEN US TO SHORE
SOUND MOVES US IN A GRAND SYMPHONY
VOICES IN THE DISTANT WHISPER, SAYING OUR NAME , THAT SAME VOICE SAYING HELLO
IN WAYS WE DO NOT KNOW
WE ARE RESPONSIBLE
FOR FINDING ARE OWN RHYTHM
OUR OWN BEAT TO MASTER




CARRIE ANN KAWA 9/13/2009 INSPIRED BY A PICTURE I SAW OF A MAN WITH HEAD PHONES ON A STRANGE INTRIGING MAN VERY CUTE MAN 1312

my dear maria

i know you of all people care it was not meant for you just those who choose to visit but choose not to speak of what they read like i am taboo something to hide away from those people are whom i meant



wonder wall i cannot wait for the sound to hit me straight on like a mack truck at full speed where they will be nothing left of me i will be a happy mess


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

watch out

hello people of the underground who get no appreciation for who you are you go through life with something to say and it turns out no one wants to hear it well to all the voices in the darkness i will listen if you want me too


STOP ! THERE ARE THREE NEW POEMS ONE SO NEW MY PEN IS STILL HOT AND THE INK IS EVERY WHERE SO PLEASE READ ON , AND IF ANY ONE CARES , I KNOW MARIA YOU DO, I FINISHED WITH THE REST OF MY MOMS THINGS I KNOW ITS OVER A YEAR BUT THIS ONE WAS THE HARD PART SO IF YOU SEE A TOUCH OF SADNESS WELL YOU WILL SEE A TOUCH OF SADNESS BECAUSE I FINALLY LET GO -----------------------------


WONDER WALL BRING THE FUNKY OUT OF THIS UNIVERSEAL NOISE

MARIA WE WILL TALK


AND TO THE REST GOODNIGHT AND SEE YOU LATER CARRIE

lost juile

she cannot understand why he dose not see her
a face that showed so much sadness
" hey Dahlia"was playing on the radio it seemed it was a reflection of her soul
and for one moment it seemed i could see all of her sadness, she fought back the tears and sighed heavily
wearing a shirt that read one day and one night only , i wondered was it her motto
she read a book of ghost elusive images of such
she kept looking outside was he coming back her illusion of support
the words she was reading was she actually reading them or was that just a page she calmed , they gave her spiritual awareness, but i know that was not true
her hair hanged in her face like a shield
her disappointed was profound
that i wanted to say something yo her
i knew she was waiting , waiting to be in relief of her mental status
what was troubling her she seemed so misunderstood
twisting in the wind tumbling in this world
she sinks deeper into the silence deeper into the madness



carrie ann kawa 9/06/2009
inspired by a women at my brothers doctors i was writing looking at her writing but an artist has to do what an artist has to do

THE SEDUCTION

His face was shadowed by a night that never was

a man on a mission to seduce his target of choice

sleepy voice that lulled her into submission

traced her lips with his finger then his tongue

taking her in, she fell into his darkness

his damage intrigued her, fading into him

needing to emerge, he took her wronged her, and left her

she turned vicious, and lashed out

he transformed her forever, becoming something unfamiliar

still hearing that sleepy voice

the whisper in the light that turned dark

his hands on her body pressing on her soul

the physical turning into a spiritual phenomenon

she wanted the kiss that first awareness of the dawn

he knew her weakness before she knew his name

eyes that told a story of her own weakness

she fell for the like of her own

Carrie Ann kawa 2008

AS I WONDER

I left the cold to find you

i left the place where they worship me

to be with you, to place my hands on your body, having you kiss my belly

have the rush of your soul

like the wind go through me

i need you to master my wild ways

to tame the storm in me

the others can never conjure silence from me

only you do this this to me. only you make me want something larger then the universe itself

you have a way about you

i walk through the city

i saw your trace, on the streets

then i went to the desert where the rocks are red

your place in the sun

red dust spun around me,leaving its presence

on myself red on the night

i touched where you have laid your head

knowing that you thought of me

you were no place to be found

i touched the rocks, hoping they would tell me where you are , they kept their secrets

i stood on the edge and declared myself queen of your land

the wind told me to tread lightly

i ignored its intuition

feeling your desire for me

how you long to kiss me

each time it seems the forces keep us apart

i so badly wanted you, i craved you in ways that surprised me

i long to wake up by your side

so the sun can know we shared the moon that night

alas you missed your chance of me coming to you , to lay down my defenses and declaring myself yours

now you have to seek me out

in my church where frozen statues of me stand and scrutinize the non believers

my lover of ancient, i climbed back to the night

i left my charm on your rock

find me in all the bitterness of the world

Carrie Ann kawa 8/31/2009

hey

next week "as i wonder " will be posted and the lady and the waiting man " Timothy and anaka have a story a weird strange emotional story so i hope you like the new pics and my strange doodle


until i see you some time next week wonder wall i hope the music keeps going the way you guys want

maria maria thank you for red rock next time water and hopefully i will find a way to post the pics sis

to my brother mike "its always the transformer " you can say his obsessed i would





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

the naked desert of timothy jacob

THE blue sky Turing pink with night time storms on the rise, fading into the slate grey mountains then into the red rocks

the stars come out, promising that the universe exist, for the sun blinds us of our place in the milky way

he stands there with a fire burning hoping it will burn the demons from his soul

naked and unashamed, skin reddened an angel tattoo adorns his back, her wings spread out breast full and ample holding a crystal ball, her eyes saying something only a man that is her lover would understand

his whitish hair catches the wind and that glim in his eyes

the fire light reflects on those worn torn scars

he holds out his arms to the night almost daring god to come and take him

his clothes stained with blood, his soul stained also

the blood of evil of sinners, the same type of soulless degenerates that took her , shamed her , tore her apart, he exist for vengeance, time is an illusion for him

he chose to stop counting the years until they just became nothing, he dose not live in the metaphoric hourglass, he is pass the man made devise, something he soul shares with the universe

the sound of the desert eases his anger heart. tears run down his face for her , he sheds them alone, only the coyotes' in the distant see this and howl on his behalf for his pain

he nods in genuine gratitude of the jester

heat lighting comes crashes down near him , it lights up his face, a demon n angel, a man , maybe the judge, jury, and executioner the exquisite way that it illuminates all of it

the fire dwindles down, the sky turns darker , its a new moon

timothy Jacob lays there in that darkness of the desert, and knows his place in it

carrie ann kawa 8/2007