Monday, December 5, 2011


“This bill, passed late last night in a 93-7 vote, declares the entire USA to be a “battleground” upon which U.S. military forces can operate with impunity, overriding Posse Comitatus and granting the military the unchecked power to arrest, detain, interrogate and even assassinate U.S. citizens with impunity.
It’s being called the most traitorous act ever witnessed in the Senate, and the language of the bill is cleverly designed to make you think it doesn’t apply to Americans, but toward the end of the bill it essentially says it can apply to Americans “if we want it to.”
The passage of this law is nothing less than an outright declaration of WAR against the American People by the military-connected power elite. If this is signed into law, it will shred the remaining tenants of the Bill of Rights and unleash upon America a total military dictatorship, complete with secret arrests, secret prisons, unlawful interrogations, indefinite detainment without ever being charged with a crime, the torture of Americans and even the “legitimate assassination” of U.S. citizens on right here on American soil!
If you have not yet woken up to the reality of the police state we’ve been warning you about, I hope you realize we are fast running out of time. Once this becomes law, you have no rights whatsoever in America — no due process, no First Amendment speech rights, no right to remain silent, nothing.”

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Chapter one is up, only on

So its done, Chapter one is up on the web if you want to take a read. Let me know what you think, all feedback is welcome: like, hate, tell me why and what could I do to improve. Aslo check out the new vids, poems, and photos.


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Friday, November 11, 2011

Birth of War Death of Peace

Birth of War Death of Peace



Violence in the name of peace.


Struggle and strife

For the sake of

Comfort and calm.



Is when the power and prestige of the elite



With the united will of the people


The cost of peace is high

Its value measured in blood


From the womb of war

peace is birthed


and like a phoenix grown old


Fragile and weak


Conflict from within sets it ablaze.


From the ashes of the dead





Has risen.


©Christopher F Brown 2011

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

How to indent the first line of paragraph "tab" in documents to go for blackberry

For Blackberry/Document to go users

Ive been trying to figure this out and there is no "tab" button and if you use the "indent" feature it indents the hole thing, so how do you indent the first line. Dont try and google it because there isnt really anything except for spreadsheets. this is what you do:

1. Go into 'edit mode' then go to the beginning of the first line, of the paragraph you want to indent
2. press the options button and go to format
3. go to paragraph (here you will get a list of for paragraph formatting)
4. scroll down to 'indent special' and there will be an option for 'first line'
5. after selecting 'indent special,first line' "indent special by" will appear
6. 'indent special by is where you tell the value of how far you want to indent. (0.5 is the equivalent of hitting the "tab button" once in word.

You would think as much as they charge you for this program they would just K.I.S and build in a Tab button or feature but now. So yeah this is how you do it

Monday, November 7, 2011

Step 1



What’s simple


How it’s not


To get to the place

No one

Has ever been before

You have to walk a path

You have to travel a road

No one ever has.

Most of the time

You must make your own


It’s easy to do what they have done


It has already been done

They can tell you

The right


The wrong



What is simple


How its not


You might have to burn down bridges


Building others in the very same place


You might have to cut down trees

Devastate entire forests

In order

To spread your own seed


Man figured out long ago


To get the gold

You have to blow up the mountain.


You’ll know when you have arrived

You’ll know when it has paid off

You’ll know when its your time


You’ll look back one day

While remembering

Where you came from

While realizing

How far

You have come


©Christopher F. Brown 2011

Monday, October 31, 2011

I did not end up with the guy

i did not end up with the guy that was my first friend

I did not end up with the guy i had a crush on in Jr High

I did not end up with the guy i had a crush on in High School

I did not end up with the guy I had a crush on in College

I did not end up with the guy I had a crush on in the office

I did not end up with the guy I had a crush on at the coffee shop

I did not end up with the guy i had a crush on that lived down the street

I did not end up with the guy I had a crush on that use to be my straight friend but came out and has been dating my other friend

I did not end up with the guy I had a crush on that was younger than me

I did not end up with the guy I had a crush on that was older than me

I did not end up with the guys that had a crush on me

I did not end up with any of the guys that were my ex’s

I did not end up with any guy

I decided


I should have a crush on me.

© Christopher F. Brown 2011

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Sunday, October 30, 2011

The City

What if cities were wildlife preserves for humans


The only specimens that exists there

Are ones that are going or went

extinct in the wild


What if cities were wildlife preserves for humans


San Francisco

New York



All places where people are born and reared

Into captivity


Going somewhere else

Traveling the world

The same as escaping into the wild


Some of us are too rare

Some of us have forgotten how to adapt

Some of us were already at the brink

Some of us are the last


What if cities were wildlife preserves for humans


The city


Some say they can’t make.


Some don’t know


It’s the only place they can survive.


©Christopher F. Brown 2011



Thursday, October 27, 2011

I Am a Citizen

I am a citizen


Some official

that I did not vote for

That I did not elect

Wants to change that


They want to replace the constitution

And its amendments


Corporate by-laws

H&R edict


I am a citizen


I do not want my:








Ran as a business


My worth is not

And should not

Be determine and measured by

How much wealth I accumulate and or spend

I refuse to be viewed and used as if

By mere birth

Some public pretender had the right to say

I owe something


My contribution to society is not

And should not

Be determined and measured by

A 1040 form

No matter how difficult or



I am a citizen


The protectors

Never have protected


Or my kind


The leader(s) of the crooked company(ies) with the malleable morality(ies)

Took their crooked and despicable ways

To a peoples public puppet office

With an already bent view

Seeking power on a grandiose scale


I am a citizen


My rights are slowly

Being taken away


They are trying to

Force me

To give up the rest


They made a law

Telling me not to say




Instead I must say




I Am






©Christopher F. Brown 2011

Monday, October 24, 2011

I'm Addicted

I wanna say




Is my addiction


Reaching for my pen


Gong for a pipe


Putting paint on a brush


Putting dope in a needle


I get so high

Only other addicts understand




The act of

Creating or recreating something beautiful

Inspired by inspiration and continuing the continuity of



Man I’m hooked.


Like any good addict

I don’t wanna come down.


I feel it in my soul

It’s in my veins

Trying to break free

Trying to match that genetic lock

With some form of expression

being the key


Receptors open


For divine epiphany


Inaudible voices speak words in my ears

Intangible forces control my hands


I’m trippin



The rush of endorphins I get when the muse gives me a hit

The euphoric trance I get while in the middle of writing chapter one

The ecstatic state when I finally mix the perfect shade and tone


 it’s Art and I know


I’m Addicted  


©Christopher F. Brown 2011


Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Lessons in Virtue

"This is a ROUGH ROUGH draft excerpt of a new story Im working on, grammar and punctuation have not been edited; hence the double rough, Some of you prolly remember these characters. Reading this do you want to read more? let me know what you think, content wise."

Virtue heard the knocking at the door but thought it was part of his dream. He chose to ignore it and see if he could drift back into that special sleep he had become friend to for so long now. The phone now began to ring. This he could not ignore, he had to wake and see who it was and then he could resume his former bliss.


He unconsciously, or maybe consciously, wanting to speak with someone, answered the phone.




"Man, come open the door."


"Who is this?"


"Don't play with me dude, it looks like it’s about to rain."


The sleepy fog began to rapidly retreat. He abandoned all hope of returning to his peaceful sleep. Virtue recognized Horus’ voice as he hung up the phone and put on his bathrobe, making his way to the door. Virtue not only let in Horus, but he also let in the diffused, refracted light that fought past the heavy grey cumulus clouds. Horus was not affected by the clutter, or the stale stench surrounding him. This let Virtue know that whatever followed, whatever came next was serious.


“I have some coffee if you want some. It’s not the freshest.”


“Yeah man, I’m good.”


Virtue poured himself a cup of the two-day-old coffee and added enough sugar to drown out the bitterness.


“So what’s up man?” Virtue asked while he sat down in the chair and took his first sip.


“I won’t beat around the bush. I sold the company. Morbes came to me and offered me twice what they were worth, then they offered me triple for what the company was worth. It was a sweet ass deal. How could I say no? They wanted to keep the name of the company because of its reputation, and you know that’s all because of you, and that’s why I’m really here.


Hours reached inside his coat pocket and handed Virtue a folded slip of paper.


“It’s a check for 40 g’s man. It’s what you would have made in a year, plus a raise, sick and vaca pay, and something extra.”


This, in collaboration with the caffeine taking effect fully activated Virtue’s senses. He had held a job ever since he was fifteen no matter the situation. The idea of being unemployed had always seemed to be equated with failure. The idea of having forty thousand dollars in the bank, at one time, how much of a failure could one be at that point?

“What am I supposed to say?” Virtue uttered quickly as the cup left his lips.

©Christopher F. Brown 2011

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Saturday, October 15, 2011

Funhouse Mirrors in the Street

 Funhouse Mirrors in the Street


Something material


Take hold of my interest


But like all things ephemeral

It won't last


I'm So

Sick and tired

Of giving you my time to you

All you care about:


"What can I get out of him today?

Will it be better than yesterday?


How can I give him my least

In return

He'll give me his most?"


Its hard

Living this reality


Being proof of another universe's theory.


Smart enough to know

Better than that


Experienced enough to

Have been down the wrong road a few


Still scratching my head

Still looking


What's wrong for me

Its also

Wrong to you


Confusion sets in


What works

What seems right for me

Is totally Wrong

For you



Ill stop looking at you.


©Christopher F. Brown 2011

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