Poetry & Songs, by Charles Carreon

For the sake of ornament and illumination.

POETRY

Postby admin » Sat Sep 21, 2013 2:26 am

December 26, 2005, by Charles Carreon

Woke around 6 am
Sat in the living room on the floor, looking
out onto the porch and toward the East
As I sat I realized that
I was free to do nothing
I was free to not respond to my thoughts
impulses, inclinations, emotions
Free to just sit and be
Giving myself permission

Valuing the doing of nothing
Finding freedom from doing
Comes from relying on
The sufficiency of Being

Gaining familiarity with plain existence
Attention aware of itself
Settles the field of perception
With clarity the result

Craving the satisfaction of stillness
Clear water of mind
There is only the path ---
Let the muddy pond settle.
admin
Site Admin
 
Posts: 18099
Joined: Thu Aug 01, 2013 5:21 am

POETRY

Postby admin » Sat Sep 21, 2013 2:28 am

Declaration, by Charles Carreon

So what does it mean to be a free person?
To look through your thoughts, and see fewer limitations,
Not to feel constrained by anything,
Absolutely free to do absolutely nothing.
Not needed, not wanted, not sought.
I've become hermetic by a process of inversion.
All resources come from within, so gradually one wants no input.
None.
Dealing with things is hard, because there isn't enough will.
The lack of will is a drag.
It's like a trend to non-existence.
Yet that's not at all what I seek.
I wish to be unknown and unsought, to be absolutely free.
Then of course I will come face to face with the limitations of my own mind.
Which is what I am eager to do.
The limitations of the mind are intriguing.
The problem of time and awareness and their interdependence is wonderful to contemplate.
The mysteries of vibration and attention are innumerable.
The face of mother earth is inscribed with life-affirming meaning, if you choose to fix your eyes upon the mountains.
Read there and you will need no Saviour's testimony to believe that we are part of something immense, living, eternal.
These truths I hold to be self-evident.

Baksheesh the Madman
January 8, 2005
Ashland, OR
admin
Site Admin
 
Posts: 18099
Joined: Thu Aug 01, 2013 5:21 am

POETRY

Postby admin » Sat Sep 21, 2013 2:29 am

Dedicated to Dominique Sanda, 1986, by Charles Carreon

In a world without chains,
I was bound by the rusty
syllables
Of my own heart,
reciting its fears.
 
I saw the dedicated men,
At last, assassinate the old
tyrant
As he walked with his aging
yes men
In the scenic hills.
 I told them "God bless you,"
And tears filled my eyes.
 
You ran, again, down
the hill from me.
You are always running
in that brown coat,
gold curls tossing,
leaves crunching underfoot
until the last encounter.

March 23, 1986
admin
Site Admin
 
Posts: 18099
Joined: Thu Aug 01, 2013 5:21 am

POETRY

Postby admin » Sat Sep 21, 2013 2:30 am

Deity Clutter, by Charles Carreon

Buddhist literature
around my house.
Deity clutter, torma-tracks,
Tattered thangkas
and musty stacks
of sadhanas unpracticed,
prayers unprayed.
There's no shortage of
devotional vehicles,
but practitioners are rare as leaves in winter.

Let's make it easy on ourselves ...
let's not do anything we don't want to do
with a whole mind,
and then we won't have to do
anything at all!
admin
Site Admin
 
Posts: 18099
Joined: Thu Aug 01, 2013 5:21 am

POETRY

Postby admin » Sat Sep 21, 2013 2:32 am

Deliver Us From Evil, by Charles Carreon

Image

I see the evil,
but it's shining out of my
eyes of paranoia.
Universe is empty, has no
characteristics,
Still I'm attached to
transient figments,
flesh and breath.
Deaths float around us
like windborne ashes,
turn the city dark.

So what's evil?
Blaming appearances is foolish.
Deliver us indeed.
admin
Site Admin
 
Posts: 18099
Joined: Thu Aug 01, 2013 5:21 am

POETRY

Postby admin » Sat Sep 21, 2013 2:33 am

Diamond Bullets, by Charles Carreon

If wars are going to cost so much,
Why don't we just fight them
by having politicians shoot each other
with pistols loaded with diamonds?
admin
Site Admin
 
Posts: 18099
Joined: Thu Aug 01, 2013 5:21 am

POETRY

Postby admin » Sat Sep 21, 2013 2:33 am

Diggers, by Charles Carreon

Psychedelic ways are out of style
I'm a relic of former days,
Maudlin nostalgia-monger of
curious ways.
Flower children, hippies,
Alice in Wonderland--we're all out
of style with Peter Pan
Nobody ever visits Neverland.
 
You and I, we remember
When hearts were mild and faces
slender
And the city haze was left behind
Looking for naked woodlands
and clean water.
 
So what if it never panned out;
if the dreams glimmered and faded?
We looked and dreamed
and held and knew our dreams
before we traded them for food and
shelter,
This phase of life that's helter
skelter.
 
Having learned to dream,
you never forget how
to seek a path with heart.
admin
Site Admin
 
Posts: 18099
Joined: Thu Aug 01, 2013 5:21 am

POETRY

Postby admin » Sat Sep 21, 2013 2:34 am

Disarm Cheney Before He Shoots Someone Else, by Charles Carreon

Dick is such a prick
It serves him right
That we should flick
Him copious shit
For shooting Harry Whittington
Right in his fucking face
And then taking no blame
Eschewing all shame
To proclaim
That the fellow
Sneaked up behind him
Was where he shouldn't be
And caught himself a blast
Of shot in the piehole
On account of his own
Stupid self
admin
Site Admin
 
Posts: 18099
Joined: Thu Aug 01, 2013 5:21 am

SONG

Postby admin » Sat Sep 21, 2013 2:34 am

Doin' God's Work, by Charles Carreon



Image

It’s a 24-hour trading day
Stack it up high
And haul it all away
I got a money machine
And it works just fine
It grabs everybody’s money
And turns it into mine.

Cause we’re doing God’s work
We're doin’ God’s work
We're doin’ God’s work
That’s what the Goldman said

Now Congress is my boy
I keep him by my side
They listen when I talk
And when I yell, they hide
I said I’m feelin’ woozy
They said, “What can we do?”
“Gimme $700 Billion and
I think we'll pull through”

Cause we’re doing God’s work
Doin’ God’s work
Doin’ God’s work
That’s what the Goldman said

Some people say that money’s like a clock
Runs slow when you work
And fast when you shop
Then I’m the watchmaker
And they run like I say
I’ll turn Sunday into Monday
And midnite into day

Cause we’re doing God’s work
We're doin’ God’s work
We're doin’ God’s work
That’s what the Goldman said

When I lay odds it’s not really a bet
Tails is what you lose
And heads is what I get
But ya can’t write words
Without the alphabet
And if you’re runnin’ short of money
I can give you debt

Because we’re doing God’s work
Doin’ God’s work
Doin’ God’s work
That’s what the Goldman said
admin
Site Admin
 
Posts: 18099
Joined: Thu Aug 01, 2013 5:21 am

POETRY

Postby admin » Sat Sep 21, 2013 2:36 am

Don't Kill Nobody, by Charles Carreon



Image

Might it be possibly
Worth a try to govern
Ourselves peaceably, following
At least the 6th
Commandment my friends?
Just resolve not to kill anybody
Plan ahead so when someone
Says to kill someone else
You ask why they don’t do the
Same to themselves and rid
The earth of their wasted girth.
Just resolve you won’t
Kill nobody’s brother, sister,
Father or mother, write it down
Just like I did, teach it
To your little kid,
Don’t kill nobody!
Don’t make it complicated
It’s totally underrated
Peace is an option if you
Have a plan. You can trust
The next guy as far as he
Trusts you, and it’s always
Great when no one pulls a gun.
Violence is bullshit, so chicks
Don’t fuck a guy who
Thinks it’s cool to kill
Somebody’s kid. Why reproduce
That killer seed? Find a
Nice guy and do the deed,
It’s nice to know he
Didn’t kill nobody!
Don’t kill nobody!
Don’t kill nobody!
You never know
When someone might kill you!
You wouldn’t have too
Much to say, having just
Been blown away,
But if you could I bet
You’d say,
Don’t kill nobody!
Don’t kill nobody!
Don’t kill nobody!
admin
Site Admin
 
Posts: 18099
Joined: Thu Aug 01, 2013 5:21 am

PreviousNext

Return to Belles Lettres

Who is online

Users browsing this forum: No registered users and 2 guests