About Me
- BLUEMONDAY
- las vegas, nevada, United States
- i am Carrie Ann Kawa , i am a poet, a writer, music lover, i enjoy intresting conversations, i love the words of others , i have a deep faith in something bigger then myself , i enjoy life instead of complaining about it , i look at the stars, have a wicked sence of humor and i know some where down the line i will be where i need to be for today is today. i walk where i have no place to go , i talk when there is nothing to say , i dream when i am awake . i am carrie and that is all i am ever going to be .
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
BLUEMONDAY: the messenger
BLUEMONDAY: the messenger: "The messenger The fire from his flame, lit up his face Deeply inhaling, the smoke surrounded him giving him a snake The evil that surr..."
the messenger
The messenger
The fire from his flame, lit up his face
Deeply inhaling, the smoke surrounded him giving him a snake
The evil that surrounded him stained him
Black oil that are his eyes
Darkness that looks back at you
Suffocating you, as you drown in his stench
He hides in light, in the plainness of it all
Giving off the vibe of ordinary and nothing else
You do not realize until he is upon you, that the screams escape your mouth, and your blood splatters unto his face, and the last thing you see is a smile of the massacre
The sheer joy of chaos and carnage
He skins you alive, death seems like a welcome
The last thing you come to know before death embarrass
Is that your heart has been removed, grabbed out of your chest like a lovers revenge
In the space of a wink, your part of the torture is done, pain has ceased, no more screams
On the other side your remains will be used in rituals and other such demonic reign
Words of displacement transpire
Spoken by cruel lips, placed on your soul, a messenger of god
The war for humanity is forewarn
Bear not the witness foreseen as to the messenger
Carrie Ann kawa 2/2006
The fire from his flame, lit up his face
Deeply inhaling, the smoke surrounded him giving him a snake
The evil that surrounded him stained him
Black oil that are his eyes
Darkness that looks back at you
Suffocating you, as you drown in his stench
He hides in light, in the plainness of it all
Giving off the vibe of ordinary and nothing else
You do not realize until he is upon you, that the screams escape your mouth, and your blood splatters unto his face, and the last thing you see is a smile of the massacre
The sheer joy of chaos and carnage
He skins you alive, death seems like a welcome
The last thing you come to know before death embarrass
Is that your heart has been removed, grabbed out of your chest like a lovers revenge
In the space of a wink, your part of the torture is done, pain has ceased, no more screams
On the other side your remains will be used in rituals and other such demonic reign
Words of displacement transpire
Spoken by cruel lips, placed on your soul, a messenger of god
The war for humanity is forewarn
Bear not the witness foreseen as to the messenger
Carrie Ann kawa 2/2006
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
walking in the heat
the day takes me on strange journeys and i find myself in the mix of crazy. wondering what will happen next , who will start up the random conversation with me and then look at me like i have all the answers . that has been my two weeks reality taking on strange disguise of a dream like world i know that is hard to understand but it is the truth in a way. sometimes as a writer you see things different then others and they look at you with a look of puzzlement your either crazy ,or in some ways enlightened , i find myself neither just Carrie no more no less . this bother some some i am no more then the sum of my parts , but that does not mean my parts or no more then the sum of me a circle of sorts on a strange journey . why is it strange ? because my life has never been normal that's not to state that anyone life is normal but mine is filled with the unusual and i am all the stranger for the ride
later underworld don't let the heat of this summer beat you down
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
in the trenches
IN THE TRENCHES
He made the fates walk with him
In the most primary of ways, humming in euphonious
To summon the power ones own self
One the right arm, the light barrier, himself, fallen as the angel
Ancient language woven in strange designs all over his body
On the left the fire of the son, into which we know only the written text of such
Feet bare, walking on glass, heat from the storm has come to destroy us all
He holds up his hands to pray to the coming night
As we understand the moon is in her new way shows no light for him
In the darkness that has come, he stands alone
Praying to only the god he knows
The man of bitter and lies and self sacrifice
Cries tears of blood
An image of the Virgin Mary shows herself to him
She shows the signs of stigmata
This confused him, she whispers in voices of another time
He thought this was a part of a transgression because he wanted to transition
To one plan of existence to another
The vision passed, he was left with blood stains all over himself as if she cried on him and her tears were shards of glass, which was the truth
The night left, and the day came with vengeance
The sun blaring on him with such intensity,
He walked and walked hoping he would be found
Nothing came
He walked into city, that was empty except for the ghost and the dust that took home here
He came across a mural
The colors dulled by age, but the art did not lie it was truth seen by the artist eye
An angel with wings of black and hair to match, naked, hands crossed on her belly
She was destruction
And he found the image of love
He will walk until he finds her
Carrie Ann kawa 7/10/2010
He made the fates walk with him
In the most primary of ways, humming in euphonious
To summon the power ones own self
One the right arm, the light barrier, himself, fallen as the angel
Ancient language woven in strange designs all over his body
On the left the fire of the son, into which we know only the written text of such
Feet bare, walking on glass, heat from the storm has come to destroy us all
He holds up his hands to pray to the coming night
As we understand the moon is in her new way shows no light for him
In the darkness that has come, he stands alone
Praying to only the god he knows
The man of bitter and lies and self sacrifice
Cries tears of blood
An image of the Virgin Mary shows herself to him
She shows the signs of stigmata
This confused him, she whispers in voices of another time
He thought this was a part of a transgression because he wanted to transition
To one plan of existence to another
The vision passed, he was left with blood stains all over himself as if she cried on him and her tears were shards of glass, which was the truth
The night left, and the day came with vengeance
The sun blaring on him with such intensity,
He walked and walked hoping he would be found
Nothing came
He walked into city, that was empty except for the ghost and the dust that took home here
He came across a mural
The colors dulled by age, but the art did not lie it was truth seen by the artist eye
An angel with wings of black and hair to match, naked, hands crossed on her belly
She was destruction
And he found the image of love
He will walk until he finds her
Carrie Ann kawa 7/10/2010
ANAKA AND TIMOTHY
ANAKA AND TIMOTHY
Tragedy turned into obsession
Obsession turned into legend
Their love fused a power
That was unimaginable
They became something new
The tangible to intangible
He wanted her to be the stars, she wanted him to infinity
A heat so strong came from their kiss
As he touched her face and she melted into his arms
They turned into wisdom, legend, light and infinity
Firelight stories, the whisper in the night of a love that knew no boundaries
When a cold storm comes out of nowhere it whispers Anoka
A fire wind of dust and mayhem
Its vengeance in all its raw
In time and space, they were always meeting on other plans of existing
With a love so intensified, that worlds no know power of their kind
They are one, and not
Beyond the concept of what is know
Carrie Ann kawa 7/7/2010
Tragedy turned into obsession
Obsession turned into legend
Their love fused a power
That was unimaginable
They became something new
The tangible to intangible
He wanted her to be the stars, she wanted him to infinity
A heat so strong came from their kiss
As he touched her face and she melted into his arms
They turned into wisdom, legend, light and infinity
Firelight stories, the whisper in the night of a love that knew no boundaries
When a cold storm comes out of nowhere it whispers Anoka
A fire wind of dust and mayhem
Its vengeance in all its raw
In time and space, they were always meeting on other plans of existing
With a love so intensified, that worlds no know power of their kind
They are one, and not
Beyond the concept of what is know
Carrie Ann kawa 7/7/2010
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