Saturday, December 28, 2013


I’m ready to float right out of this universe
Alight onto another 
Far more distant than this one
Yet closer than the breath of my lungs
I breathe the same air as the warlords, the bright ones
That spread love and peace and happiness and battle
The ones that make their swords all rattle
As they drop them to the ground to plant some life into it
Beings placed Deep into the brown, soft earth
Reddened by another’s blood
Watered by a steeping flood
Of submitted will and alabaster

The full moon just fills the fanning window above my head
Reflected light overpowering the lingering autumn darkness
Leaves unchanged as of yet
Yet we know that all is coming
To the sounds of soulful lutes and lyres
The coolness brings the smell of fires
And a thousand drops of rain
I lift my head again and again
To see if there is yet any difference
No matter how many times I lift my head to see 
It is my heart that feels the breezes

I am reconciled, I am reconciled
Like a favorite blanket to a crying child
There is a restoration forming in this quiet soul
That is surrounded by harsh and disruptive raucous
Yet nothing but stillness deep within
A stillness so deep, unfathomable, restless
It’s movement changes worlds
It’s vibration lifts the earth
Setting it, vast, into a different place
Where freedom never dies
An inkling, a nature, a persistent cry
Does drive us into that galaxy wide 
That is so narrow many miss the smile

Could it be that we are all so worthwhile
That on us love alights?
I foresee again, I foresee again
The friendless and forgotten do know a friend
Who smiles again as does a brother
Whose embrace is that of gentle mother
Simply warmth and grace and good and love
A place where I can truly know enough
Where a reality meets my expectation

Is there ever an end to this disrupting frustration?
Or is this simply the fuel that feeds me on?
In all of this weakness, through all of this brawn
I simply seek on for the firelight
Realizing my alabaster wishes have pierced the night
So the sky is overwhelming in its shadows
Clouds so immense they dance
with the movement of the moistures
They grow in ever increasing cloisters
Bringing a realization into the mix

Could it be that we are so worthwhile
That on us love alights?

K, Duane Carter 9/18/13

Sunday, November 24, 2013

In the Beginning

In the Beginning
I do not know where I have always been
I cannot hear what I have always seen
I seek a treasure that is within my heart
This search it binds as it tears apart
with the fierceness of a lion’s grip

I walk in paths known in ancient beings
I sense the unknown in all its past fore-seeings
My heart has known nothing but a great unrest
And all the while it has touched the breast
of a million shining suns

I am thwarted.  Quite unable
to know the one that was found in a stable
By rugged and wandering men
This one that sees me and calls me friend,
bringing the unknown before my very eyes.

I am hungry.  Hungry for the knowing of mystery
Hungry for touching the one who’s the real me
This person I have yet to have known
A thousand seeds of love have been sown
this oak tree is finding its roots

I feel a river deep inside
This river deep, this river wide
Encompasses all that has ever been or will be
Encompasses all that I have never known to be me
Yet it loves me all the same

I seek a name.  I seek a rendition
Of the one that brings all goodness to fruition
I seek a shining brilliance of who I am
a willing heart, a helping hand
These things make the world go around

I hear the sound.  The owl does “who”
The dove does coo, and the skies of blue
All speak of things unspeakable, true
They speak of me and they speak of you
but... we have to listen to hear them
I do not know where I’ve always been
I cannot hear what I’ve always seen
I seek a treasure that is within my heart
This search it binds as it tears apart
with the fierceness of a lion’s grip

I cannot slip

But when I do, and when I do
All I can see is the sound of you
so therefore I cannot slip, 
and new, such wonders are wondrous like the ship
that carries all of my treasures

I cannot measure the depths on which I stand
I cannot fathom that in this life, this sand
I have formed many a nightmare, many a dream
I have found what life and love and living mean
in the throes of an untimely death

This life, this breath, keeps moving my entire chest
Filling my cup with this wine, the best
Has always been saved for last, but yet
This one I drink is just the beginning
of a melodious and merry sing-song

I have known this all along

This is just simply the very beginning

K, Duane Carter 

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Love in the Stillness

Love in the Stillness
I am longing for the stillness
Like the darkened sky against a September moon
Yet here I am at the tides of noon
With all of hell and water beating down my door

This heart within me does so long for more
yet my head is banging against the bricks
Raised up long ago with clubs and sticks
and a thousand useless apparitions
and thousands more useless superstitions
Have overtaken my nights

So now it seems my only plight
Is how many videos it takes to entertain
How many cells can I kill before my entire brain
Finally comes to the point where I can actually be human again
Finally comes to the place where my heart can pulse
Not to mention where there my soul, repulsed,
comes into the pleasures of the meeting

Time is continual, time is fleeting
But to the birds I make my motions
Greetings high with mixed emotions
I stand on a rusting moonshine still
I hear the sound of a whippoorwill
Yet in the midst I know no distinctions
The old, the ladies, the dark, the tinctures
Have all faded into dust
I must, I say, I must, I must
Travel into the realms of timelessness
To hear my heartbeat revel in the winds

“Dear God, would you please stop this meandering.”
I hear the raucous noises daily, the philandering
It is the only music the dirt can hear
Yet I dance to sounds in the atmosphere
Which is why my soul is in stillness
In places dark and unseen
No shiny, metallic, shimmering sheen
But just an overwhelming magnanimity 
Sewn with deliberate humanity
Brings on a dance that shakes the universe

This I will never, ever reverse
Forever forward will I go
Will your heart and soul and being know
Me in this land of fierce contention?
I believe that I must have forgotten to mention
You were with me all of this time
You were the cadence, the voice, the rhyme
That slathered all of my being
In dusts and dances and darknesses bleeding
yet healing all the same
Was found in one vastly simplistic name
Called love

I have found the stillness

I so long for it....

K, Duane Carter 10/30/13

Wednesday, October 9, 2013


Voice (Day of Atonement)
I dream of days, I dream of ways
Where I do not have to enter into this incessant wandering
This amassing of graves between worlds of reality and fact
And the realms of reality and truth
These things I have wrestled with since my youth
Seeing the dragons get all the stronger
I still face them though I wander
between the place of courage and of fear
I sit amidst the lovely violets here
Just watching from a distance

I seek a grand but notorious gaze
a Voice that lives amongst blue-green eyes ablaze
These stories wrap around my mind
I cannot grasp such things sublime
Yet grasp them is exactly what I do, I must
Reach deep within to find the vessels of trust
That lead me to my pleasures
These things are so much more than treasures
They are rather more than things
Rather more on angels’ wings
They fly beneath my feet to greet me
All the while I look above while seeking
Those things that cannot be known or seen

I hear the whispers of gentle giants
I feel the tethering of a meek compliance
Knowing I cannot meet these ways
These ways that just lead all astray
Yet promise a sure deliverance
I also cannot yield to happenstance
Nor can anyone else for that difficult matter
For space is nothing but mindless chatter
if it truly had no beginning

I see the red roofs on those distant shores
The winding, writhing tales and lore
which break into my musings
All hair, all skin, all dark accusing
Just bristle in the sunlight
To speak of love so forthright
Is the answer to all these breathings

I cannot come into the forms and worries
Yet I cannot leave them ever since
I yield to the mysteries of unfathomable furies
With not a skip of heartbeats hence

I yield to the mysteries of unfathomable furies
With not a skip of heartbeats hence

So where does this all lead?  So where does this all go?
I think it goes where no one knows
But it does go into the knowing
The place where our listless souls are growing
In the green room of our past neglect
The pictures of our contorted wrecks
are turned into sound and life and beauty 
This happens right before our eyes
We listen and are mesmerized
by things we cannot hear nor see

In the listening I am free

It is in the listening I am free

I hear the Voice

K, Duane Carter 9/14/13

Sunday, August 11, 2013

The Gift Orchid

The Gift Orchid
I see the remains of the potted orchid,
A symbol of friendship and time
Sitting brown and dead on the pavement
Shriveled completely from neglect
From busy-ness and lack of respect
The little things got in the way of the life things
And now all that remains is a dry and crumbling waste
That not even water will revive
It simply shows how we must invest the time, the effort
To keep what is living alive
While letting the sordid details to themselves
Don’t set what’s important up on the shelves
Until they’re a withering, nebulous ghost
Of the past.  What I want to last, I must water
What I want to live, I give life
Otherwise none of all this really matters

K, Duane Carter  8/11/13

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Wreck it

Wreck it
In a place of freedom
I have the liberty to dream, to think,

To act

Which is why so many of our wondrous ones are enslaved;
imprisoned, silenced, tortured, wounded, scarred...someone, something
Doesn’t want them dreaming, creating, living...

So who is there to help them if not the ones who are already free?

What will the world look like when there is no slavery?  
It will look like the place I want my children and grandchildren to live

What creative genius is locked behind walls of evil filth?
What bringer of hope and life is shackled under oppressive chains?
Whose daughter has been stolen?  Whose son?
What child’s life has been stomped on and beaten all for the name of a moment’s pleasure?

In a place of freedom
I have the liberty to dream, to think, to write

To act

It is time

K, Duane Carter 7/13/13

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Sense Eternal

Sense eternal

there seems to be a place where I live
yet I cannot seem to dwell there
I cannot seem to breathe the air there
all the while smoldering in this sordid heat
and dryness, dark and dust
I live in a land of angels and oceans
Streaming rivers, birds in flight
Mists dancing with the mountains
Where words are never enough
You have to breathe in the beauty
For it just becomes a part of you
I feel it in the depths of me
I know I am there
I can feel the colors, the sounds 
The movements of the symphonies eternal
yet I can still smell the dust, the heat
Instead of running through golden fields of wheat
I simply sit here and yearn for more
I refuse to live in an unending chore
But rather dwell in the beauty
Knowing that it must flow forth from me
Water for the trees
Healing for the nations
Joy and hope and deep libations
Of all that is good and real
there seems to be a place where I live
I simply have to dwell there
or maybe rather let it dwell in me

K, Duane Carter 6/29/13

Friday, April 26, 2013


I ride by the mystical mountains
upon a purely white, God-breathed note
I slip into His eternal chambers
with a single bright sound that He wrote
I allow my spirit to return quickly to Him
without shame I no longer hide
as I move into the fire of His sun
He moves me into this mythical ride
The myth is more than just happenstance
The truth is simply too much to flee
The throes of His love are simply too much to grasp
Until I realize their grasp is on me
I ride by the Mystic of mountains
resting on this purely God-breathed note
I lie here in His eternal chambers
being the song that He wrote

K, Duane Carter

Surprises (Theme of 2013)


Sometimes God shows up in surprising ways
He comes upon us and messes up our left-brain strays
Waking us up from our slumbers
Our endless, stony days without numbers
Just waiting outside the realms of the religious
Calling us to spread out our wings and fly with Him.

He rests sometimes right above our heads
As we longingly look elsewhere for our bread
Standing outside in the rain and storm
Forgetting, ignoring our original form
Where the light caught our wings and lifted us higher
We have taken stones and form in place of fiery desire
It is less painful, but is not living

God patiently waits, He patiently waits
The light and the music continue to wake
The waves move within our souls, and our minds
To our hearts the melodies one day will find
Then breath will come, warmth will come
The stony caricatures will be undone
We will all find our wings and soak in the sun
Our songs will never be quite the same

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Blast from the Past!!!

Time is fleeting by, never stopping
To hear the water from the rose petal dropping
Into the softened earth that gives us breath
The same earth which holds us after death
So much to do, so much to give
So much to see, we can’t help but live
For the time is fleeting, never stopping
To hear the withered rose petal dropping
To the chilling earth that beckons death
The same earth that holds our every breath
Of somber wind and playful breeze
Of peaceful lakes and roaring seas
That know not that time which slips away
That know not that death that shall come one day
To meager mortals, as they sit dying
Who can do nothing but complain how their time is flying
With the hummingbird: it is here, it is gone.
Days are so desolate when spent all alone
With only the clock as a friend
The day will soon end
As the life of a small rose petal, dropping to the softened earth.
What gentle mirth will be when there is no time.
kdc 6-87

I have been getting the last 25 years of poetry I have written put all together.  I've come across several I wrote as a teenager, and thought, "What the heck!!  Let's post this old stuff!!"  I was a little more dark and introspective back then....

Thursday, January 10, 2013


I sit in the presence of golden and shadows
While my soul it does the same
Yet there is something wondrous about the light
In all of it’s amber revelations
That speaks of infinity, and, yes, beyond
A presence that is always there and always love
Even as the earth turns her face away
She is still met with warm and gentle kisses
Even though the light does fade
It truly never does
It is always burning, always bright, always beautiful
Nothing in this world can stop it
Nor can anything in any other world for that matter
I sit in the presence of the golden and the shadows
Knowing that even in the midst of coming darkness
The light is always shining on my face

K, Duane Carter 1/10/13