Saturday, September 24, 2011

Everything Never Wanted

Everything Never Wanted

 

Everything I never wanted

You were to me

 

Someone to:

Lie to my face

Cheat behind my back

Steal from my soul

 

Someone to rip out my heart

Scatter its pieces

 

Laugh

 

As I try to put it back together

 

Laugh

 

As I try to put it back in

 

Everything I never wanted

You were to me

 

Joy was the reaction to knowing

You

Were the cause of my tears

 

3 o’clock  in the morning  the cold wakes me

I feel you smile

 

Knowing

the confused look on my face

 

Wondering

why I don’t feel you near

 

What did I do to you?

What was wrong with my love?

 

Was it everything you never wanted.

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2011

 

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Let go of Old Your name is New

Prejudice and pain

So much heartache it leaves a stain

that tries to feast on my soul

Tries to take my life

 

Let go of Old

Your name is New

 

I married a smile before I laid with that whoreish frown

You can have her

You can Delight in him

 

Let go of Old

Your name is New

 

You must not know that time is short

You must not know the suffering because of you

 

Sacrifices of love made for you

Your actions are the only things you deem worthy

Forgiveness poured upon you

Your judgment is harsh and strict

You close and lock the door

Swallowing the key

You say no one worthy of entry

Not Even you

 

Let go of Old

Your name is New

 

Look in the mirror and see the liar

Look in the mirror and see the cheat

Turn on the light and behold the thief

Turn around and see the pardon

Turn around and see the freedom

 

Let go of Old

Your name is New

 

There is reason and willing to and for

Forgiveness

Why

Do you still

Point out

Pass out

Hold onto

 

Blame

 

Your heart is willing

But your mind won't...

 

Let go of Old

Your name is New

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2011

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Sunday, September 18, 2011

Ghetto tribune

 

 

With a mind like Michael And a soul like JJ

They hate me

 

Cuz

 

Thelma and I both though Keith was hot

 

Moms always dropped knowledge that would have made Florida's head spin

Wilona was my cousin and my sister her twin

 

My dad’s name was James and he did cut out after a season or two

 

Death not of natural causes

 

The one that swept the 80's ghetto

Victims soul dead

Walking zombies

Hearts retarded

 

Had hella neighbors named penny

Still do

 

By the time she was 15

had a baby daddy that was 20

and more than a few

 

A lot of em still trying to escape the ghetto but the rattings are slippin

And the government is losing interest

 

They say the world is going broke

But money the ghetto never had

 

They say the world is at war

but in the ghetto every day is won

 

We tell the children to go to school and get and education

but worldwide its worthless

 

I look at my nephew and my godson and pray

The day never comes

They ask me

The correct way

To hold a gun

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2011

Thursday, September 15, 2011

I wanna talk about love

 

I wanna talk about love

 

Speak on its splendor

Reflect on its beauty

 

I wouldn’t be able to escape the guilt if I did

 

The world a blaze with injustice

Sparks and embers next door

 

Rights made

Uncivil

 

Civilities become less

Liberal

 

Morality of a few

Made law

For the many

 

I wanna talk about love

 

Speak on its splendor

Reflect on its beauty

 

I wouldn’t be able to escape the guilt if I did

 

So many people live deceptions

The rest can not attain an accurate perception

 

So many people impoverished

I wonder if there is enough wealth to help

 

So many people kept in a state of ignorance

I wonder if the mass of them would want the light of truth

 

So many have given up

So many have given in

 

Learned to justify wrong

In the name of right

 

Learned to survive

 

But

Have no idea

 

How to be alive

 

I wanna talk about love

 

Speak on its splendor

Reflect on its beauty

 

I wouldn’t be able to escape the guilt if I did

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2011

 

 

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

The right of way

         The right of way

 

I am that radical

I am that rebel

 

You saw me

At that day without

at that march

At that protest

Maybe even that riot

 

I won't tell you

I’ll let you decide

 

I am that radical

I am that rebel

 

You see me and go the other way

You hear me and are

Quick

To call me out my name

You know about me

You know of me

But you

Do not

Know me

 

I am that radical

I am that rebel

 

I go against tradition

I am the reason to break bonds

I am the reason

Big and mighty things

Are made low

Insignificantly small things set on high

You can try to kill me

But

I will always

And forever

live

 

I am that radical

I am that rebel

I do not fit the mold you try to put me in

I can not be shaped by your cookie cutter

I am not pretty

in fact I can be very ugly

It is not my intention to hurt

I’ll stop now

To you

I am cliché

 

I am that radical

I am that rebel

 

I am that undeniable truth

Looking into your soul

Putting a mirror in front of you

Screaming In the back of your mind

Silent on the tip of your tongue

 

I am that radical

I am that rebel

I am that truth

 

Are you Afraid of me.

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2011

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Monday, September 12, 2011

The Order of Coldingham

 

Priorities confused

Thought process abused

 

We believe lies because they smell true

 

Put to the test

They stack and fall like the rest

Left alone they become unquestionable

 

We believe lies because they smell true

 

When all is said and done

Night has become Dawn

When asked why

We can only answer

 

We believed lies because they smelt of  true

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2011

 

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