break my wings , and let me fall

i can only , and yet not always too much to take and so much to fake
i wish you understood this strange disguise
so tainted , below the line of the reality of who i am
i am more then you can possible know , more then i will ever show
i blind you with my light and let you suffer in the dark while i lead you back
closing my eyes and sleeping beyond the mere dreams of man
this is who i am ,words come out of me and its my only weapon against the forces to be
you see the one that jokes for the kill , cares for the sick and depraved
wondering beyond the life of which i know

Carrie Ann kawa 9/26/2010

Elvis Costello - I want you

the blazing sun at midnight

THE BLAZING SUN AT MIDNIGHT


She stalks the night looking for prey, as if a snake encased her soul

The streets echo her scarlet heels

A warning for others to stay away

The lights of city--- drown out the starlight

The sidewalk still holds the heat from the sun that has passed

Neon Jesus in front of a flesh peddler

She rips a dollar in little pieces

Cursing the three wise men

She cuts their throat with her dagger-- of a thousand names --whispering in their ears there is no justice like that of the blade and the mind

Hold not unto thee and we know the truth lies on the altar of our own making

Carnival sounds in the wind

Her black clock catches on the same wind

She fades into the night like a dark whisper

The sound of her scarlet heels echoes

Birds flapping their wings in the darkness of night

The light that shines comes from

Everywhere

Carrie Ann kawa 5/2006

i have no name

I HAVE NO NAME


I am standing here

Waiting for the sun to rise

The cold from the night has crypt into my very self and left behind the harsh truth of the shadows that follow me

All is the nothing I know

What I am, I have questioned

He watches me from afar, deep in his blues and thoughts

I am aware of him

In my minds eyes a fantasy approaches me

He walks towards me and covers my eyes, I fall to my knees

This is not submission; this is what it it’s not.

He will never get that close, he sees me for what I am unapproachable

A distant unforgiving person

In his voyeuristic view are eyes meet

This is not the romantic notion of sensitivity

This is cold as we know the purpose of one another

Only the night covers his stealth

He surprises me standing right next to me; his hand touches mine, a brush of fate

He whispers words of such –to me that only I can comprehend

I put my hands to his eyes only to find out his eyes have been pecked out by birds of prey

He speaks more profound “we are what we set out to be “

He takes out a silver dagger ---it seems to sing

Evil that has a sound of its own

Slit his wrist with such a casualness that it seems normal common place

Dipping his finger deep into the maroon

Placing that same bloody finger on my forehead

Making the cross

Going off into the night

I will find his bones picked clean from scavengers of the flesh of one that has no name

I will take his skull and polish it until a spark comes back to eyes that have been pecked away

Dawn is breaking, and the brighter it gets the more my eyes start to hurt while my soul aches

When the sun is overhead and the light is intense

I find myself in the middle of the desert of nowhere, naked except for the cross



Carrie Ann Kawa

7/2006

Kevin Gilbert - Kashmir