Who Knows

A Veronika Carnaby Original

#Tonight she'll leave her 9 to 5
Shoulders slumped and
Arms a-hangin'
Stroll into her second job
A burger joint for
Pattie slangin'
Her feet they throb
The pain of sorrow
How will she make it
'til tomorrow
Can she keep up
 Nobody knows tonight
#Tonight he's working' overtime
Drivin' folk
Through broken streets
And when he's done
He asks for more don't
matter if he's beat
His crooked fingers
Grasp the money
That he will bring
His darlin' honey
Is it enough
Nobody knows tonight
#Tomorrow they will wake up
Start all over and
Pretend
That the new light brings
A new day and that all of this
Will end
Hope lives on but
It will beckon
Sooner  than they'd like or
Reckon
When will It change
Nobody knows tonight

News - Veronika Carnaby Featured in Empty Mirror Magazine

In her latest piece featured in Empty Mirror Magazine, Veronika Carnaby details her eye-opening experience with a sketched portrait that gained recognition in New York City. Written in spontaneous prose, Carnaby taps into the underlying message of making an everlasting imprint in daily life.

 "My pal Silvi used to spend all her time cooped up in a rather distinguished arts studio in mid-town Manhattan sketching and drawing and painting and molding and shaping and all that other stuff that artists tend to do--"

Read the rest here:  http://www.emptymirrorbooks.com/features/christinas-portrait.html

Nostalgia

A Veronika Carnaby Original

Tangled trees to the backdrop of bare blue - under rays of golden light – an empty field of yellow blades of grass dances under the direction of the wind – zooming on the one-lane and passing by a forties jalopy on the side of the road – its rims emblazed by rust and nostalgic simplicity of a time of hitchhiking with hair slicked back & gin stench & loose and mad and carefree and hungry – A sign hangs on its rear window: “For sale, $9000” – But can you really put a price on times of struggle & journey & enlightenment? When the youth the innocence and the naivete took us to places unknown? Where have the times gone they ask without realizing they’ve never left. Still we’re there while we’re here wallowing in the spirit of youth of newness and discovery of zest and lust of awes and flaws of flows and ebbs – Look inside and you will see – It’s still all around – with the jalopy & at the nearby farm where Winston hog and green herb live in harmony – at the local Carnaby where flared apparel and colorful & psychedelic patterns dominate – where revisited rhythms and rhymes reverberate through radios – when mingling is joined by an air of excitement & “what’s next” & troublemaking and lawbreaking – Look inside and you will see the present a reflection of the past in all its glory all its truth – It has is and always will be.

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