Poetry & Songs, by Charles Carreon

Identified as a trouble maker by the authorities since childhood, and resolved to live up to the description, Charles Carreon soon discovered that mischief is most effectively fomented through speech. Having mastered the art of flinging verbal pipe-bombs and molotov cocktails at an early age, he refined his skills by writing legal briefs and journalistic exposes, while developing a poetic style that meandered from the lyrical to the political. Journey with him into the dark caves of the human experience, illuminated by the torch of an outraged sense of injustice.

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Postby admin » Wed Sep 25, 2013 8:27 pm

Michelangelo Said to Diego Rivera, by Charles Carreon

Standing straight up here and now
The world is on fire
consumed by flames
One thing only remains,
Desire,
and that by a million names.

Who shall
measure the metes of the expanding universe
between the span of his hands?
Who shall
hold all life in the hollow of her palm
In the heart of a fertile valley,
Where a thousand rivers bloom?

No one
conquers all questions.
All die
to some extent unfulfilled.
The trick to appreciating that
is not so difficult.
Just laugh ...
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Postby admin » Wed Sep 25, 2013 8:30 pm

Mind in Eclipse, by Charles Carreon

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Our true nature abides
Like the sun in eclipse,
Obscured by the dark disc
Of a coal-eyed moon.
The only difference is this --
The sun is obscured by a stone,
While the shadow cast
by flesh and bone
Upon the inner eye
Is at most a figment,
At worst a lie.

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An eclipse lays to rest the illusion that the moon is self-luminous, and reveals the sun to be the sole source of light.
It has also been said that when the thinking mind is eclipsed in meditation, then only are the stars of the true nature visible.
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Postby admin » Wed Sep 25, 2013 8:32 pm

Mirror Dance, by Charles Carreon

I saw two spectres dancing in a mirror,
enchanted with each other,
in the darkness of an empty room,
to music only they could hear.
I saw the spectres powerless and begging,
collapsed inside the glass in pain.
The spectres longed to touch,
but their world was all appearance
and contact eluded them.
Eventually I had to leave them
so their suffering could end.
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Postby admin » Wed Sep 25, 2013 8:36 pm

Moon, by Charles Carreon

The moon bounces around the earth
like an odd gear
looking for a place to rest.
Never finding it,
She's taken to flirting with the situation,
tantalizing all who view her
with her endless oblique glances.
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Postby admin » Wed Sep 25, 2013 8:37 pm

Moon's Goin' Down, by Charles Carreon

Why does Captain Kangaroo
still frighten me?

Where did Mommy go
when she died?

Is there a golden rainbow for Pocahantas,
or is John Smith just a fucker?

For these and other questions
I have looked for answers
Somewhere out beyond
The last motel
The last girl
The last drink
The last smoke
The Big Sky --

Moon's goin' down tonight.
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Postby admin » Wed Sep 25, 2013 8:38 pm

More Magic Than You'll Ever Know, by Charles Carreon

The turning of the earth weaves
A rhythm of light and dark
Across the face of the sea.

The contrapuntal moon
Roils the surface of the deep,
Pressing the waves deeper inland.

More water
Everywhere, falling from the sky
Oozing from the earth,
Dripping from the leaves.

It is a reunion,
And the moon is once again
Rolling with clouds in silver,
Naked in rain-washed skies.
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Postby admin » Wed Sep 25, 2013 8:39 pm

Moth, by Charles Carreon

There's a moth in a
flickering light bulb;
It drew too near,
but didn't get burned,
Just trapped inside the
light,
And now it can never
turn itself off.
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Postby admin » Wed Sep 25, 2013 8:42 pm

Mother's Day, by Charles Carreon



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I was a young kid out of high school
Way too soon
She was a willow-wand
Blonde as the sun
The world was a hot place
With water here and there
The shade of the cool trees
Was always where
We would love
With the innocence of childhood,
With an angelic grace
We would love
Away all the hours that we could take
We would love
Like innocent flowers
In eternal embrace
It's time for love
So throw off the chains,
Don't be afraid to say

The kids come along then
And love fills the room
Her heart is open
to every little wound
She feels what they suffer,
She makes it her own pain,
And the only reward she asks
Is to do it all again

Out of love
with an innocence of childhood
with an angelic grace
It's just love
She has in abundance
It shows in her face
A mother's love
Is the one sure thing
You'll take from this place
A mother's love
A mother's love
A mother's love

You can buy her a card, son,
Or any little thing
Just one thing you must not
Forget to bring
Your innocent smile now,
Your loving face
That's the only treasure
That can't be replaced
She needs love
'Cause she has given all
She had to you
Wants your love
There's no other thing
That you have to do
You need to give
To the one who gave to you
A mother's love
A mother's love
A mother's love
A mother's love

Don't buy her a card, son,
That's not quite the thing
Unless it's got love, son,
No joy can it bring
Bring her a flower
A kindly word
Ease her hours as she fades
Into the waning of the day

Yeah, I'm just an old guy
But I know what I say
A mother's love will not fade away
No her love
Will not fade
Not today, not tomorrow,
Not any other day
A mother's love
lasts forever
Until that happy day
When she finds her own mother
In that perfect Mother's Day
Mother's Day
Mother's Day
Mother's Day
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Postby admin » Wed Sep 25, 2013 8:45 pm

Mother's Voice, by Charles Carreon

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And upon the scattered shores
In every place
The ocean roars with
darkened face
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Postby admin » Wed Sep 25, 2013 8:48 pm

Multiple Gunshot Suicides, by Charles Carreon



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(dedicated to Gary Webb, Judy Barry, Danny Casolaro, and all the other victims of dirty wars against not only human freedom, but basic dignity)

Multiple gunshot suicides,
Too many goddamn of them.
Multiple gunshot suicides,
What do you think about them?

Two bullets to the head,
That muthafucka’s dead.
You can tuck him in one last time
He obviously wasn’t fine,
He’s a multiple gunshot suicide
When the sirens roll,
He’ll take his long, last ride
To the undertaker’s vault,
Well it’s nobody’s fault.
He got mixed up in somethin’
I don’t know nothin’,
But it ain’t nobody’s fault
Anymore.

He’s a multiple gunshot suicide
Time to take him for his long, last ride,
You can write his name in the record books,
But look away now friend,
No long last looks.
He’s a multiple gunshot suicide
Time to bury his name with his shame
He knew he was playin’ a dangerous game,
So when the sirens roll,
He’ll take his long last ride
To the undertaker’s vault,
Well it’s nobody’s fault.
He got mixed up in somethin’.
I don’t know nothin’
But it ain’t nobody’s fault
Anymore.
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