He Was a Poet

He was a poet
a renaissance man to some degree
artist of spoken word,
philosopher, published novelist and emcee.

A divine inspiration
He meant the world to me

He was a character
brilliant and unique
cluttered mind, rambling thoughts
he would mumble when he would speak,

ignored and misunderstood
some saw him as a freak

He was delusional,
but he saw the world so clearly
poetic randomness,
he had a mind boggling philosophy

lost and inebriated,
he escaped from a so called reality

he was calm and tranquil
but also edgy and stressed
he was joyful,
but looking back, he may have been depressed

he'd pop an upper, down a downer
anything to fix his deep unrest

uncertain,
I must believe that he chose his death
he is missed,
much more than I ever could have guessed

he was my first love
and to have loved him I am blessed



Carina Fosse
-08-05-2009-

My So Called Life

if I decide to live
I must do it right
I have got to stop screwing up
my so called life

I've got to create goals
and make a change for the better
instead of living life
like it's already over

Carina Fosse

The Day That I Knew That War Was Real

The day that I knew that war was real
was a day I will never forget
aired lived on international television
2,993 deaths
murdered by our own weapons
commercial airliner jets

The day that I knew that war was real
was the day that it hit home
The day that I knew that war was real
was the day we were the target


Carina Fosse

My Truth

I always speak my truth,
I have never lied!
share too much about myself
just to prove
that I have nothing to hide

but the truth can bend,
warp and divide
I convince myself it's true
so, it is now my truth,
it is now my pride

the truth is what I cannot face
the truth is best denied
the truth is best forgotten
for my own sake
the truth is what I hide

when my truth is spoken
the truth may be implied
my truth is released
well the truth lingers and resides

the truth
is bona fide
my truth
keeps me alive



__Carina Fosse___
---01.09.2009---