Saturday, December 29, 2012

Stolen Moments

 

Stolen moments

How could one do this?

 

Where would this place:

Beyond the galactic expanse

Beyond man's theory

That is the border and gate of understanding

Which we yet to have

The mental, physical, or spiritual genetic sequence to fathom

Be

 

That one could reach their hand

Fully grasp the concept we've come to know as

Time

 

Would there be anyone to stop us

We are attempting theft

Maybe even burglary

 

Its more likely

Or maybe just me

We make excuses for what we have traded away

 

We readily sacrifice what we have to

Green, gold, silver, even plastic Gods

 

We give huge portions

Freely

To those whom did not deserve the smallest

Those that would co-opt yours

Solely

For theirs

 

We label them

Seconds

When we realize

Even the smallest of measurement counts

When we have little or none left

 

When we realize

The precious gift we had

When we gaze upon

The less than magic beans we now possess

 

We feel cheated

We feel wronged

We feel robbed

We say;

 

"Some one has Stolen my moments!"

 

When the truth has become clear

 

"You gave them away."

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2012

 

Grateful & Thankful

My God

 

Made my muse

Made my angel

One

 

Neither

Him or Her

Rather

For ease of understanding

It

 

Showed me how see

The shadow of a smile

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2012

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Hook

 

Behind the wig

Lay grey and thin

Some places bare

 

Behind the hook

Lay past mangledness

Old accidents

Lessons learned from mistaken

Misguided youth

 

Behind the man

Lay fear

Time ticking and tocking away

In a place where it holds value to him alone

In a place surrounded by immortal youth

Being forever old

Never achieving death

 

He has no choice in the matter

He is by nature of the situation

The enemy

He is by virtue of circumstance

The villain

 

Where others seek to flee to

He finds no vacation from

 

He is absolute strength

In absolute weakness

 

Youth stole from him

While age ignores him

 

He is forever a man

Encased and drenched in it

Surrounded by

Eternal boyhood adolescent

 

He is forever

Everything they run from

While they remind him

He has no escape

 

Manhood made vile

by A Boy

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2012

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Human Nature Divine Nurture

 

I am who

"I"

am

 

It is not selfish to claim it

In order to be

Humble

One must put others before

Self

How can you do so if

You know not the being labeled as such

 

I am human

I make mistakes by nature

I grow

By choice

 

I chose to gravitate to the positive

I recognize when I am surrounded

Or

Have become the center of things negative

 

Somethings

Some people

Have been cast away

Not out of spite

Not from hell's heart

Have they been scorned

 

It or they bring

Negation

It or they cause

A right

When the path is left

It or they go against

Goal

Of

Destination

 

Words borrowed from a man

I believe to be

Quite like myself

Un

Common

 

I work

Never

To be set in my way

When my way

Hinders

Thee way

 

Of the choices I control

I chose

 

I am who

"I"

am

 

It is not selfish to claim it

In order to be

Humble

One must put others before

Self

How can you do so if

You know not the being labeled as such

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2012

 

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Love: Empirical

 

I’ve experienced enough of

Your type

 

I can smell you coming

I can see it in your walk

Its almost. . .

No

It is

Poison when you talk

 

Your type comes with a list:

Hang ups

Conditions

Circumstances

Situations

Hurdles

Blocks

 

I’ve experienced enough of

Your type

 

I can notarize

Your very thought

Dictate in detail

Your ever action

Give an expert testimony

 

I don’t need my house to fall in

On and around me to know

You would

If I let you

Try to

Undermine my very foundation

 

Destroy the very thing you claim to love

 

I’ve experienced enough of

Your type

 

I know what you do love

was never then

Nor will it ever be

Me.

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2012

Love: A Priori

 

I knew you

 

Long before

I experienced you

 

I knew

How soft your lips

How tender your caress

How captivating your gaze

 

I knew

What it would be like

Inside of you

Long before

 

I knew

The vastness of your soul

Matched only

The depth of your intellect

 

I knew

Your compassion ran ying

Life taught you

The hustle

Life gave you

Impeccable yang

 

I knew you

Long before

 

I experienced you

I understood

I knew nothing.

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2012

Monday, December 17, 2012

Seasonal

 

Swiftly

We knew eachother

 

Sharing

Ups and downs

Highs and lows

In and outs

 

Whatever the dimension or degree

Whatever the plane or angle

 

Swiftly

We forgot eachother

 

©Christopher f. Brown 2012

 

Imitation Of Death

 

Life

Can be

without freedom

 

Life

Can be

without purpose

 

Life

Can be

without joy and

 

Life can be

without love

 

Without

Freedom

Purpose

Joy

Love

 

Life

 

Would seem to be

 

Death

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2012

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Marvin

 

Do you know what its like

To know

No one understands

 

You tell people

you feel as if you belong to a different time

To a different place

 

You explain the truth of the one human race

They focus on the color of your skin

 

If they could prove there was a way in and out of dimensions

Then you could see how it all makes sense

Maybe you slipped through a crack

Fell through a hole

 

They claim to understand

The ones that do

Have some similar problem

 

You give up on the mythological

One

Even though you have met a perfect few

They just did not workout

Or were not

For you

 

That's really not the point here

The point here

Seem to be pointless

 

As if stranded on a small desert island

With talking animals only you can understand

The nearest place with other civilization

is too far to swim

none of the animals have ever heard of a boat

they think it unreal

 

So wear your difference proud

Shine your awkwardness badge of particular honor

Show them that what they have labeled

Strange

Was and is set apart from birth

By rite

Not practiced ritual

 

Show them

There is life where you dwell

 

Show them on Earth

what it is to be

 

Martian

 

©Christopher f. Brown 2012

Ugly ducklings and Red-headed Step-children

 

 

I really don’t write about love

It hurts you know

 

You don’t use ink

You open a vein upon a small canvas

 

Shedding essence of life

Bleeding current or past

Contorted, awkward phases

 

Where

What was said

Was not meant

 

Where

What was done in an instant

Meant more than an a thousand infinite lifetimes

 

A lie about love received in ones ear

Deafens said ear to the truth

 

A lie about love spoken

Shapes ones mouth well to hold a particular poison

 

The most malicious of all

The memories you and love bring into being

 

They never die

They age and can grow stronger

Testing your will to overcome

Taxing your determination as to

Not

Allow them to turn into emotional scars

For someone else to step parent

 

You see

 

I really don’t  write about love

 

©Christopher f. Brown 2012

 

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Raven’s Eggs

 

Challenge to an old soul

 

Experience life

Without the invisible familiar

Without reverting to French to say

 

I’ve:

Been here

Done this

Felt this

Tasted this

Said that

Before:

 

Daredevils

Some

Wise beyond their years

Others

 

Everything seems a bit

Familiar

Headlights through a fog

Speech slightly undecipherable

Familiar

Everything  seems a bit

 

Never

This thing called

New

 

The ones physically, mentally older say:

 

“Cause you been here before.”

 

Even way back then you said,

 

“If that was true,

I know me

I would remember.”

 

They all laughed

Every one of them

 

“And that’s why you still here.

Why you keep coming back.

You forget

To. . .”

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2012

 

 

 

Seagull

Seagull

 

Somewhere

Twixt heaven and hell

The hearth lay

 

Shades of Green and Blue

Most ancients knew them the same

 

Neither A

Neither B

 

A mixture tween

 

We look for the lines

We ask for the margarines

We deny the emulsifiers

We deny self

 

We invent only to re-

 

Maybe

It is ourselves

 

Maybe

It lay in the blindness

 

When you see no reds

No blues

No yellows

No greens

 

You are forced to deal with

Gainsboros

Battleships

And even ashes

 

You are forced to see the middle

You are forced to see the truth

 

The rest remain polarized

The rest call you

 

Blind

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2012

 

 

 

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