

Barbara Careaga Artistry©



"Side Effects of a Pandemic”
A small selection from the first two volumes of "Side Effects of a Pandemic"
A compilation of 100+ poems and artistic photography I created during the Covid-19 world pandemic.
A personal journey of self discovery, social analysis, and contemplation
during uncertain times.
(more to come...)




#1
In the middle of crazy times
It feels like a mix of Hunger Games
and House of Cards
the Virus takes our freedom
and plays around with lives
We sit comfortably at home
watching the heroes fight till die
We watch them in our big screens
like another movie pass by
We complain that we can’t shop
and get around as we used to like
but the businesses will open
we will go back to our normal lives
We will turn the page as it was a story
in a dimension far from ours
Human kind is once again
pretending to be gods
Who knows if this time
we will learn the lessons given
Only history will tell
If this time we
will succeed at it...
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#2
Normal doesn’t seem real
feels more like a foggy dream
paved by the ones that hope
for sheep instead of Homo beings
Try to fit in the crowds
follow the masses by near
rebellious can’t be restrained
‘cause it’s the essence of the wild being
Bypass a reflection
won’t recognize the self
somewhere in the path to nowhere
the uniqueness left again
Lost in the road to emptiness
the soul began to crack
‘cause there was nothing to look forward
there was no passion left in life
But it’s never really over
life provides an exit road
Could it possibly be a gamble?
nobody really knows
No matter what the outcome
or the future may just bring
there is something more important
hope is always near...
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#3
You’re just a girl
just a pretty face
you can’t add, you can’t count
you can’t learn physics, chemistry or math
Measure distance
measure waves
memorize the numbers
count them all again
Was science really a magic
way beyond myself?
Girl, did you set yourself for failing?
Over and over again?
Oh! how wrong was I
to let my curious mind
be trapped by walls and fences
and put limits to my senses
Because few seem to explain
that the universe is found
deep inside ourselves
with no limits and no bounds
We learn the given formulas
but we fail to understand
that the world comes within
and from all of us around
But it’s never been too late
to set yourself be free
from the walls that may chain down
your beautiful creativity
So it’s time to just be brave
to turn away from fake
to open your wings big
and set yourself out there
Fly as high as the sky
you may go beyond what you think
you may fall a million times
but it’s worth to look after your dreams
So set the worries aside
don’t care about what they think
you only have this one life
to find your mission down here...
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#4
Stop your mind
quiet your thoughts
everyone says
It’s time to move on
The mind was the trap
it wouldn’t let go
it kept it all inside
deep down in a hole
Always looking for answers
to deep questions beyond
what the mind could understand
‘cause they’re matters of the soul
Mind would win the battle
constant against the heart
‘cause reason seems to reign
over the soul in our lands
Thoughts come and go
distracting the heart and soul
blocking all vibrations
from letting them flow
Then the sun awakens
that part of the self
that’s been hiding away
from all the universe
And the light allows in
to see the beauty again
to have all over the world
the eyes shine again
So be no mistaken
It’s not the mind that talks
because the heart has now open
and all the vibrations just flow...
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#5
Who cares about hunger,
others poverty or death?
people starve by the hundreds
in a random town out there
We walk into our closets
find nothing fine to wear
look inside the fridge
no food good to my taste
We burn ourselves with brand names
like cattle marks in depth
showcase expensive jewelry
diamonds pull the souls away
We drive around in fancy cars
as tokens of our worth
letting them suck the ground
and pollute our beautiful world
We have exhausted the oceans
the forests and the lands
and filled every bit
with huge piles of trash
We keep worshiping the wrong idol
that everyone seems to love
call it money or just numbers
Does it really matter at all?
We simply allow greed
to keep feeding the soul
without really caring
for anything more...
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#6
Hearing rain drops
falling on the ground
a refreshing moment
that brings hope around
Trees dancing happy
to the tune of the wind
birds fluttering their wings
in the puddles of the creek
Flowers smiling face up
to the glorious drops
that heaven has sent
as a gift to them all
Roots starting to wiggle
like worms in the dirt
sucking the goodness
to grow long and firm
Clouds moving so quickly
covering the skies
so very dark and thick
turning the day into night
Storms passing by
darkness seems so dense
but everything clears up
to let light shine again
It’s all part of the process
even the darkest nights
to make us grow better
and finally realize
That life is about the journey
and not the destination
yes, that cliché phrase
so true and universal...
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#7
A special moment
thanks to a smell
that came from a tree
bleeding with no end
An opening on its side
letting the drops go down
yellow and orange tears
kept falling to the ground
Beautiful stalactites
created out of resin
deep smell of the woods
brought memories back to places
Sticky fingers remembered
that brand new cake of rosin
from a magical instrument
that opened doors like Moses
The earthy pine smell
took the clock back
to the first notes pulled
out of the violin...or a screaming cat?
The magical powder
felt like stardust from the sky
gave the fingers the power
to make notes fly high
Beautiful and smelly resin
your tears open many doors
of gifts in the music
and the entire art world
Keep the dreamy melodies playing
fragile dancers on their toes
Kings’ jewelry shining bright
and DNA solid as a rock...
——
#8
Oh, bird of early rise!
your beautiful singing
keeps waking me up
cutting my dreams short
before the sun is even up
Is four in the morning
a time to be out?
The moon is still winking
an eye with a smile
The stars are still hanging
so bright in the sky
The night is so silent
peaceful and calm
I can even hear the crickets
and mice out in the yard
You seem so persistent
in getting me up
Please!
keep your loud chirping
just a little bit mild
Wait a few hours
for the sunrise to shine
for the other birds to wake
and join your happy dance
Wait for the fragrance of fresh coffee
to travel through the house
let the enchanting smell of beans
get the stuffy noses
bring souls back to life
So, beautiful happy bird
I don’t mind your early rise!
just don’t ever stop your chirping
‘cause if you so decide
I will truly long your singing
every morning by my side...
——
#9
When you speak
from the heart
You can’t lie
you can’t hide
There’s no script
that could tell
What’s truly
in your head
There’s no piece
that could sing
the true verses
of your being
There’s no story
that could be typed
or even
written by your hand
There’s no guidelines
nor a list
for the sayings
that must be
All so perfect
and so polished
for the world
to be in awing
It’s the true self
that just shows
the pure essence
of the soul...
——
#10
A butterfly brings hope
to the window of a little boy
who doesn’t know if he will see
the light of the sun to run again free
In a very crowded room
with hundreds of people by the inch
looking like figure sticks
skeletons showing through their skins
With no hair and no clothes
they looked just like hunted souls
by the evil spirits that put on stars
and took their lives to the chambers of gas
Music was the savior for all
kept them going on and on
gave them a good reason to see
the beauty in the cruel beings
Big spirits and strong souls
found refuge in the bonds
of the music in their minds
that ran free from all the ties
They could tear their bodies apart
but they could never ever find
that amazing special world
they created with their souls
So the army of the death
never saw their real strength
no gas chamber just could take
what belongs to the universe
And that beautiful butterfly
kept flattering her wings
began a chain effect
for those souls to run free again...




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#11
There was once a blue bird
that followed everywhere
was it a blue jay
or a little humming bird?
It could take different forms
and turn multiple shapes
It could watch out far and near
and follow with no end
It had wings of a blue angel
with white feathers all around
shining light from all the stars
It could make beautiful sounds
It could fly very long routes
across places ‘round the globe
It would never fail to follow
and watch always from above
It felt like a miraculous company
who traveled along the paths
that had gotten someone so lost
‘cause they had turned so dark
With the flattering of its wings
kept on going just to bring
a bit of light to the being
that lost soul needed for seeing
Its watching and hours of wait
felt endless and a minute away
but were all worth at the end
‘cause its singing could cure all pain...
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#12
All lives matter to us all
scream the people ‘round the world
pointing fingers to the ones
abusing power with no crime