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Monday, March 26, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Naraku
Chicken pills and hundred dollar bills
The pursuit of material gain
Is going to kill you
You'll die and go to heaven
You'll die and finally have rest
Profit
is what made it happen
Profit
Is what did you in
Chicken pills and hundred dollar bills
The pursuit of material gain
Is going to kill you
Heart attack
Stroke
It wasn't from fat
It was from fear
Fear of being broke
Forty-five years then you’ll retire
Do something different
Make something new
Get all the money
I never said it was bad
How does your soul feel
When was the last time
Anything
Touched you
Can you finally
Throw away your heart
Chicken pills and hundred dollar bills
The pursuit of material gain
Has killed you
©Christopher F. Brown 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
कवि
kiv
A poet is more than a master of words
But a weaver of the meaning behind them
A poet understands the power that the sounds and syllables holds
when spoken
A poet understands the effect that the letter and line possesses
When read
Casting spells upon the psyche
Penetrating directly to the targeted core
A poet does not write to or for an audience
A poet does not speak to entertain
A poet's purpose is the soul
A poet's goal is the mind
To communicate on a level where physicality must be abandoned and your mind and soul must ascend
A poet is more than a fiery voice speaking of injustice
more than a tender pen lamenting on lost love
A poet sculpts the very air their body's breaths into art
For generations long after they are gone to rejoice over
Or
to scoff at
A poet is a being that is
For a time
Tethered to flesh
Tethered to this world
Sent here to connect us to
Things higher than the feeble ponderings of mans mortal mind
Sent here to make us feel
Things more deeply
More intensely
than the fickle mass of flesh men call a heart
A poet speaks for the spirit's ear to hear
A poet writes for the soul's eye to see
A poet is a wielder of a sacred art that is more than any of its
Forms
Tools
Or tricks can clearly express
A poet is nothing more than a servant to the gift given to them and its giver
Their duty
to commune in the realm
Inside of thought
Inside of feeling
And take you on a voyage
Beyond
©Christopher F. Brown 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Salt and Slugs
You rail against
left/right
It is proper to have a stand
It is proper to know where
Do you understand why
Its the difference between
Blind devotion
And
Grounded faith
You don't have to explain it to me
Nor should you anyone
You do
Or at least
You should understand it
For self
Why do you believe
If you can't answer that
Look in the mirror
Stop standing on it
©Christopher F. Brown 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
More
What I want
Is what I give
What I have
Is what I offer
What I expect
Is what your actions prove
©Christopher F. Brown 2012
Monday, March 5, 2012
Authenticity
I see you
Trying to be different
Trying to have different thoughts
Trying to have different talks
You go so far as to change the shoes on your feet to something unbearable
Hoping
It will change your walk
You learn the ways of a far off land
Not understanding
Or questioning
Your own
Joining the most minuscule group
Rejecting the masses
Without comprehension of
Fad
You enlighten yourself with
The way
And that is good
While blinding yourself to sense and reason
Basic fairness and equality that
Your way
Teaches
You say its
Devotion
I'm surprised
No one ever told you
There is nothing
Nothing
As unique
As you
©Christopher F. Brown 2012
Saturday, March 3, 2012
I said too much
There are times when I want to cry
But the tears wont come out
It hurts is so much
The pain is so bad
It steals from me
It leaves no room for them
There are times when the tears start
Randomly
Infront of the wrong people
In the wrong places
they wont stop
Once
A few years ago
They flowed like a river
breaking its banks
I couldn’t stop
They wouldn’t obey
I'm stronger now
©Christopher f. brown 2012