shadow lady

SHADOW LADY


Her body is tattooed with scars and butterflies and symbols only she knows what they mean

Men have cut open their bodies and bleed for her name, and sacrifice their souls for her love

Stars die at the beat of her heart

You will always find her sitting in a dusty corner of an empty room

Somewhere, someplace it matters not

Dreaming of her, obsessed to find god

She is neither the beginning nor the end

She is the story that is in-between the writing on the wall

Secrets, whispers in the dark the eyes that watch you

She smells forbidden, of exotic flowers

To look in her eyes, you will never be the same

Lost and confused, walking somewhere

Lost in her own thoughts of miracles and transformation of the flesh

An art she masters in, the body she has mutilated, the art she has created

Leaving the victims wishing for more

Carrie Ann kawa 4/1997

cak 1/1994

the name is wind

The Name is wind


I am the babe in your cyber- punk fantasy

Tattooed and deadly, bio-enhanced, chemical-entranced

For your demented pleasure.

You know the subroutine

I am brilliant as you knew I would be

Reality is of my own design.

I will not let your hands get dirty

Try all your tricks on me

I can be your slave and master

I have worked this place before

Awkward, shy, strange, little boys

First it is all about the sex

Then you let me start to peel away the exterior levels

To the meat, finding all the juices

What really turns you on?

Sometimes they survive, but not all

I am like a virtual-reality vampire

Sucking their inner most disturb, derange, thoughts dry

Playing with like a dime store toy

Pointing out their imperfections

Somewhere, faraway, I am jacked-in

My brain surfing, looking for victims

I can play any game

So log on to my web, so we can have some fun—Carrie Ann kawa 9/1998

cak 1/1994

feeling dark

sub plot of who i am , wicked with an angel smile .
i am looking for a sense of me in these dirty streets , taken pictures of strangers ,in a strange light of a new day .
they all wear the same expression ---- defeat
they wear the same smell ------ depression
the night holds my promise , the night knows my name , a weird wind starts to blow through my hair , it has a chill , and  a feel of a lovers kiss .
i smile into it and  welcome it
there is a change , a subtle movement of time , i like the feel of it because it feels like it is my time
rain ..... starts and i start to dance slow movements , hands moving to conjor the magic in the air
lights start to blow out
and i am feeling a little dark

typhoid mary and daredevil -- i feel is apt

Carrie Ann kawa  10/14/2010   written in 2 min    : )

when the sun

When the sun ……


I have enter into a different realm of meaning of thought

I want to make you a new, take away your pain

Suffer onto me; make me goddess of your world

You want me

Kiss my inner world, of walls of torment

Between us is a concept of time and reality, mere mortals cannot exist here

I have let you in, know it is scared here and I gave you a key

You can play coy, you can run and hide, but I know you want me to find you

You will get lost inside my world

I will seduce you into becoming … mine

Eating small bites of your soul, consuming you

When the moon …….

Carrie Ann Kawa 10/11/2010

Dedicated to royland

DO YOU THINK OF ME

DO YOU THINK OF ME


When you walk down that dark street, do you think of me?

When you dream of all that blood, do you think of me?

When you touch my leftovers, do you think of me?

When you think of your next victim, do you think of me?

Were you at my vigil, my requiem mass?

Did you read my eloquent autopsy report, or the news paper article, did that give you more?

Then you touched upon my very soul

Did they realize how you mentally tortured me and let me chase freedom, only to have it taken away from me?

When my picture was on television, did you think of yourself?

Were you proud of yourself is that why you kept me alive or so long, so you enjoy the celebrity states of your demented ways.

When they found me rotten to the bone, did you think of me?

How pretty I was, what my smile looked like, oh how you transformed me.

You took the light away from me and made it all go dark

Now I think of you, how you never sleep and when you do I am there.

Your days and nights belong to me

When you think of me, how we both consume each other now.

Carrie Ann kawa

04/2008