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 » Sat Sep 21, 2013 3:23 am

Harsh Words, by Charles Carreon

Out here, running with the herd,
Life and death,
It's a daily thing.
Beauty passes in a season --
The long-legged lovely one
Becomes the encumbered mare,
Hindered by love of young,
Unable to run wild in the sunset.
 
Sex has its terrifying side;
The steaming pain of birth,
And the duty to care for some
Repulsive hairless thing that
Only cries and shits and speaks nothing.
No wonder babies are killed though
I'm not condoning that sort of thing,
It's just your mother's voice
That says it's cute, how lovely,
Oh, it needs a change.
 
Out here with the herd
It's a question of dominance,
And who has the means to make it stick.
Losers can cry, but "to him that hath,"
more is given, and to that
Poor sucker that's got not,
There's nothin' due --
You can take it to the bank.
 
If you're weak, throw in with
someone strong; if you're stupid,
Follow someone with brains; if you're
A coward, serve someone brave.
Then at least when night falls
There'll be some campfire where
You are welcome, some pot where
You can stick your spoon.
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Postby admin » Sat Sep 21, 2013 3:23 am

Hazard!, by Charles Carreon

I have lost all my friends.
I am alone and friendless
in the world.
I bet you're delighted to meet
someone in the same boat as yourself.
This world is like a bubble popping.
I can't believe in it for one second.
Stand back! I think I'm going
to disbelieve!
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Postby admin » Sat Sep 21, 2013 3:23 am

He's a Man, by Charles Carreon

(Heavy metal anthem-style)
He's a man
Who gestures to heaven
Standing straight and tall
The fire rains down,
Down from heaven,
Turning earth into hell.
He's a man
Who rolls two sevens
And makes a hash of the land
He's got so many dollars
And a five-sided building
All right there in his hand.
He's a man
Mean as his father made him
Proud as his mother is,
A whole mess of psycho behavior
In a Western suit
He's a man
And he'll send his men to Hell
He's a man
Did you hear the tales they tell
Did you hear the tolling bell?
Were those portents in the sky?
Are you not afraid to die?
The only unasked question: Why?
He's a man
We should try to understand
He's got power in his hand
He must rule the savage land.
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Postby admin » Sat Sep 21, 2013 3:24 am

He Screams, by Charles Carreon

For the moment,
He screams at the top of his lungs
Just to stay awake,
Just to keep breathing,
To stay alive.

If the pain were to stop now,
He would fall asleep,
He would die.

His dreams are frightening,
Self-mutilation,
Murder, suicide, drowning.

His waking life is crowded
With the needy approaching
from every side.

He's not asking for a medal,
or recognition.
He's just screaming
To stay alive.
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Postby admin » Sat Sep 21, 2013 3:26 am

Heaven's Perfect, by Charles Carreon



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Heaven’s perfect, so why should eye care?
They say that we’re all gonna end up there.
White light and blue sky, up on Cloud 9,
But down here there’s no time to be divine.

The earth is turning in the Milky Way,
I reckon that it’s gonna stay that way,
My momma bore me, my daddy taught me,
The earth will rest me in its heart someday.

Yeah heaven’s perfect, so why should eye care?
Don’t figure I could pay the rent up there.
White light and blue sky, up on Cloud 9
My neighbor says that it’s a real good time.

The highway’s filled with rollin’ automobiles
That whisk us through domesticated fields,
We rarely stop to see what’s on the way,
It always looks the same, anyway.

Yeah heaven’s perfect, and I might care,
If it was somethin’ like the County Fair
When some old blues band plays a funky tune
The beer is cold and it’s the middle of June.

They put another WalMart out this way,
They said it couldn’t wait another day,
They gave ‘em tax breaks, they gave us jobs,
Thank god that Michael Moore is such a slob.

Heaven’s perfect, as everyone knows,
The place where all good people go,
In glorious garments, that they’ve put on,
Arrive like soldiers on the shores of dawn.

Yeah heaven’s perfect, but I’m just not there,
A thousand promises won’t drag me there,
Yeah I’ll just stay here see what I can do
On my perfect Friday afternoon.

Heaven’s perfect, so why should eye care?
They say that we’re all gonna end up there.
White light and blue sky, up on Cloud 9,
But down here there’s no time to be divine.

The earth is turning in the Milky Way,
I reckon that it’s gonna stay that way,
My momma bore me, my daddy taught me,
The earth will rest me in its heart someday.
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Postby admin » Sat Sep 21, 2013 3:26 am

Holy Writ, by Charles Carreon

Make ink from bloodstone, spurious one,
Write long, lavish manuscripts upon the linen of your
heart,
Empowering yourself with mythic words,
Requiring witness of your own two eyes,
Seated in the garden of the sun,
Among the trees of gold,
Where jeweled birds twitter,
And spirals of light wander lazily forth from the maze at
the heart of the sun,
Setting golden flakes upon the feathers and the trees,
Flakes that balance delicately till they dissolve
Into the very air.

Call your eyes to witness, then,
The deed that has been done,
Upon the linen parchment,
Words of arterial brightness,
Written in the garden of the sun.
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Postby admin » Sat Sep 21, 2013 3:27 am

Homage A Spinrad, by Charles Carreon

Now I sit outside again,
the Void lights twinkling,
While the faithful worship inside,
I'm thinking of the distances, the space
Between the stars.
With bowed head I cannot see
the splendor of the Night,
With lips so busy with prayer,
I cannot listen to the chilly reminder
of the darkness, the brisk night wind
That whips along my cheek.
No rebellion contra orthodoxy
feeds my alienation,
Only need for silence
and meditation. May I onward
endlessly pursue the unerring
Trajectory of the True.

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Postby admin » Sat Sep 21, 2013 3:29 am

Homage to the Lama, by Charles Carreon

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Homage to the Lama
Stepping like a mountain goat along the rocky defile,
Garbed in clouds and staring
Into the naked face of Kuntuzangpo
Until the single eye of the sun
Inhabits the throne at the center of the Mind,
One is one with all the teachers
And reverences them with each thought and breath.

When the knife can penetrate the stone,
When breath melts glacial ice,
When the libertine’s love quenches the fire of hate
Turning an execution to a celebration of wisdom,
Then the proofs of the learned are confounded,
The outrage of the nobles is silenced,
And the king’s knee bends with every other.

Intrepidly declaring that which disturbs the pious,
Shattering brittle icons with a mere notion,
Spurning lucre and the company of the powerful,
Buying resentment with pure intention,
Such a guru needs no apologists
Or lengthy homages,
No coterie of sycophants to praise his lineage,
No train of well-wishers and hangers-on.

At home anywhere, even among pimps and whores,
Friendly with the despised,
Despised by the powerful who are made irrelevant,
Such a lama is worthy of Saraha’s mantle.
Such a lama do I praise.
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Postby admin » Sat Sep 21, 2013 3:29 am

Hot Mamas, by Charles Carreon

Well it's hot weather
In the middle of spring
We got together
Now we got to sing
Hot mamas in the cool spring night
Hot lamas to hold them tight

Now psychic interaction
It's got to happen
And when old souls meet
Reality gets flattened
Raise the energy way up high
It will come down to earth
In the middle of the night

Yeah, it's hot weather,
As hot as can be
I'm burning up
With a sweet disease,
I'm on fire in the middle of a lake
Don't know how much more
of this enlightenment
I can take

Well everyone takes risks
And everyone gets dissed
And when they do
Everyone gets pissed
But my automatic action
Is to hold my fire
So get your ass away from me
and suck on the wire

It's a hot season
Without reason
A diseased operation
That flourishes on treason
A file-destroying worm
With an eye on self-protection
Instantaneous replication
And no hope of resurrection

It's a mean hour
In a hideous day
Why you wanna see yourself that way?
Why you wanna rip a hole in the sky?
A place to get out when you have to die.
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Postby admin » Sat Sep 21, 2013 3:31 am

Hotel Babylonia, by Charles Carreon



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I was born down in Texas
Silver spoon in my nose
I tasted sweet senoritas
Hey you know how it goes

Then I went into politics
Man, I sure got it right
Made lots of money
Made even more friends
It was a fool's delight

At last I came to the castle
With the doors open wide
And I concluded without much ado,
Heaven's safe, but the profit's in Hell

Then I opened my Bible
And it showed me the way
There was voting on the Senate Floor
I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel Babylonia
Such an ancient place (such an ancient place)
There'll be no disgrace
Plenty of guns in the Hotel Babylonia
You can find terrorists here
Any time of year

Alberto is so helpful
He has explained so clear
How it is that I'm invincible
How the story ends

How they give me the power
How we do what we will
One voted to stay my knife
The others voted to kill

So I dialed up the Congress
"We need money and time"
They said take everything you need
We're drinking Jack Abramoff's wine
And I hear Achmed Chalabi calling
From far away
There's so much money here
that we can make
Come and we can play

We're living it up at the Hotel Babylonia
Such an ancient place (such an ancient place)
There'll be no disgrace
Plenty of guns in the Hotel Babylonia
You can find terrorists here
Any time of year

Baghdad's one big blister
Filled with murder and crime
And I've spent everything the world will earn
Until the end of time

And in the prison courtyard
We strung up old Saddam
But he died like an iron man
and on YOU TUBE he lives on

Now I try to remember
How I got to this place
I'm naked as a jaybird
Facing some disgrace

"Relax," says Maliki
We are glad to deceive
You'll be here another twenty years
Don't even try to leave

We're living it up at the Hotel Babylonia
Such an ancient place (such an ancient place)
There'll be no disgrace
Plenty of guns in the Hotel Babylonia
You can find terrorists here
Any time of year
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