cosmic joke

i am a cosmic joke it can t be helped , my one poem keeps walking pass me hrj strange rodeo clown the sad thing is most people will think i am making this up but i am not i talked with him the first day of my new job 8/15/2008 very weird i wrote the poem while i was in orintation at target  on a scrape piece of paper   so next tuesday i will blog hrj strange rodeo clown who does demented art for you it is so weird i did not realize on 8/18/2008 i would see my next inspiration which i did notice well thats all said and done getting back to the cosmic joke it just seemes what ever is going to erk me is doing so in a grand fasion and its getting on my last nerve  so you no what i am your cosmic joke ha ha ha  ok there i vented i feel ok 

the whole thing of my little saying my own  musing is

i walk when i have no place to go , i talk when there is nothing to say , i dream when i am awake . just thought you would like the whole thing wonderwall : }

starlight and sadness

she is jazzy blues with hints of a heavey metal angel
soulfull lulliby and the greyist eyes
dancer on the darkest night her light is universal and lumiours
profit of the new age dressed like a rock gypsy

he is rythem of a new kind
sad song with a classical riff
ferious cello and hot violins
smile like a big brass band , beautiful are his eyes
his light fills her darknest night
poet of the new age dresses like a blues warrior

rythem, blues riff of a lulliby
jazz plays them to sleep
watching the blues fade into black of night wherte possibility seem endless when dreams play on a psychedelic level of infinity
understanding the nuisance of each other the way words flow from her and the way sound flows from him. its like chasing numerous butterflies' exotic smells of exotic places, aventures and journeys, that are still undiscoverd
experiencing themselves on complete transferences of thought and memories

forever 


carrie ann kawa   10/2003 

what can i say its from 2003  went through an old folder it poped out to me with some of my strange doodle so thats it  with all my poems it was inspired by what i want , put on paper is what i was looking for in another person  to me its a little odd and strange which  i cant explain it is what it is 



doodle from 1/1994  title love   well goodnight  cak

the rain

it has been wet and the city is coverd with drops , and i love every cold moment of it  i smile at the thunder which i have not heard and wish for lighting and maybe the city will go dark and silent , like the promise of something different on the horizon 

i muse over the strange >   pie and a converstation again i dream in tecnocolor weird and who is siting by me or facing me wonderwall and we are talking about  breakfast of champions by vonnaget which i have not read in a while quite a while  and he is making points and of course when i wake up i am perplex by this  i think he is having peach pie me bannana cream pie  these are weird dreams that i do not understand and my mind does not rest , but again i know not of what to do with this dreams are by defination our serect wants , but most of the time i would talk about frank miller clive barker, simon furmon neil gaimon, ann nocencti, alan moore , i like vonnagets work i just havent reaquiented myself with him maybe i should  i dont know what strange webs we maks when we sleep to dream  or maybe its just the rain .

the desert of ice

i wanted him to know i was coming
i wanted him to feel the kiss of the frozen
the wind carried my scent to him
the heat evaporated in the desert of red and the clouds gatherd like an army ready to attack
the rain became snow and blanketed the desert
i walked among it uncold dressed in my blacks and blues
stars entangled in my hair, i was in my element
when the first of the snow fell he smiled in his way
knowing his lover of eternity was on her way
he enjoyed the cold, knowing the heat would follow between them as two souls collide
i walked near the black mountains
he kneeled to kiss my frozen hand
he rose to kiss me deeply so deeply a heat erupted into me, but the desert remains cold


carrie ann kawa   12/17/2008

this was written last year when the snow fell and i thought of my star crossed lover anaka and timothy
and i realized i put all of myself in my writing its an organic procces   auther conen doyle said it best when art runs through your blood what strange things it makes no truer words were paraphrased  people look upon my strangness as if someday it will change and i hate to tell them no it wont i choose to be me a smile a wink , when i ask if your ok i actully really care " wonderwall"  i know there are people that say it and dont care what you say but i do i find what comes out of you is intriging hence the craving to have an in depth conversation with you but alas i am venting but for you i will still keep it all odd and strange  : }
 cak   ; i walk when i dont know where to go and i talk when i have nothing to say i stop to play in the rain .

all is well in strange

not much is going on  or im not telling you anything , my mind is on  a loop , with strange dreams of woderwall and the sad part its nothing well lets just type it sexully in nature it is us talking i crave to have a converstation with him my mind is so me   now i talk  i talk alot i want to talk to him i think i would find are conversation something interting if that makes any sense oh yes and were always having it with pie his looking at me i am looking at him we are talking about ever thing and nothing and we are eating pie  " why " brain why  banna cream pie and sometimes there music and sometimes not ,  well wonderwall i will let you muse over that one  and sis i will let you overthink that one me i will just write oh by th way ran into an old poem today  hrj  the day i started work was my first meeting with him an old rodro clown that does demented art work next week i  will blog the oem title hrj  in which  another adventure on the bus spaks life into my pen and brings forth such a rich tapestry for you to enjoy and i do hope you enjoy until next time

wonderwall get rest the type where your not completly exsusted and just coolapse

the bluured image of where i live

and sis just deal with me lol     ; ]

moonlight dance

she wanted him in the moonlight of the last
wanting him to say or do something
the smoke over the city cast a ghostly glow of forbidden tale
as she basked in the moons glory perched high above
she knew he was down there rummaging through memories of another time
putting in place of what is his
in one brief moment she felt his sadness , knowing he left something
and refuses to let her in
he speakes in riddle  of another kind
as dose she both in the nature of secrets hidden in smiles and cynical ways
she aches to show him this place , so he can be free for awhile
to place his hands on the alter of her
to honestly know her
but he is tied up in his own thinking where he plays inside his mind
she understands this all to well
she was locked inside of hers knowing nothing of the distant of words to worlds only the words themselves
she realized under the moon where time seemed to slow and move in a liquid fashion
where everything became tangible to the touch
every emotion she felt was laid out there for her to pick up and analyze
before she left the moon, she overlooked the city once again to see if she could sense him and knowing he was there , but alone


carrie ann kawa   1/03/2010

 again this was for new year read what you need to read into it  enjoy

you seem so far away

The faded light of another day making my heart ache and break in essence of a want
i cannot have
lost in substance and gone in trade
so many times i wanted to kiss you and leave my lips briused from the intensity of such a jester
wanting to taste the necter of your self and never look back
rush into the fantasy of such a desire
you make me want to make you happy
i find myself in vengeful motive of self
the night comes and the day passed
and you seem  -----------------------------------------


carrie ann kawa  12/16/2009



for wonderwall   : }  he has become a muse i dont think he knows this but it is what it is

cowboy bebop it seemed to fit

many thanks to him