Sunday, January 20, 2013

Clouded View


I don't want you to think

Strange I know


I want you to understand

From a place so rooted in your soul it goes back to seed


I want you to feel

Beyond your senses capacity

Beyond your collective sensory experience


I want you to know

Passed any apirorical intuition

Passed any empirical explanation


If you do not grasp your individuality

How can you comprehend our humanity





Lies against earth




Lies against the universe


Do not confuse pride and place

Lies against creation


One is never many but many are the one

Flesh is drapings for the spirit


Interface with the physical becomes difficult


I wish for you to absorb the intensity

How I pray for all to see



How I pray for the bravery not to hide



©Christopher F. Brown 2013

Wednesday, January 16, 2013



Do I LOVE my city

As much as anyone can love an inanimate object


I am PROUD to say,


“I started being a citizen of this Earth

A resident of this universe



Great and revolutionary is the company I'm amongst.

You know his name

The cat that was proud and black

The genus namesake that saw it in all of us

The genus namesake that fought for and taught us how to fight the fight

He came from the block I'm from

They told him he was from Berkeley

Some said Emeryville

He made the city of Oakland household


I wont be like others

Not mention how bullets fly in number like seagulls at the dump

Not mention how the mayor would rather pose for a picture

Has no comment or just lies when asked,

“What’s the plan to stop people’s loved ones from dying before the age of old?”


I wont be like others

Not mention how corruption runs so deep it possess arterial veins

Not mention how children that live a block away from schools can not attend them

The city sold them to another and no one seems to care

Not mention how gentrification is an institutionalized city program

Not mention legendary pimps and drug dealers

Coffins carried away by carriages

Pimps so famous movies change their names.


I will mention

Oakland was the place to hear Jazz on the west coast

Before the post office came with imminent domain  


I will mention

Oakland’s level of artistic talent still resides it pulsates the air

Slams, open mic nights, and comedy shows

Three men that called themselves Tony

Or was it Toni

Maybe it was Toné

Sistas that were always En Vouge

We all knew where Mr. Cooper lived

Controversial Todds and their height

Dancing hammers that were too legit to quit asking if you had seen her

Oakland was the place where 357 girls went wild and loose

Had you going crazy saying,

“Yeah, Yeah, Yeah”

Brothas that were Luniz and had five on whatever you had

Krazy dudes times three that now preach

Least we forget a man that taught us how to do the humpty hump

Introduced the world to a man speak on how he got around


I remember when Will Smith and Whoopi made that movie at tech

My friend’s cousin’s sisters’s best friend’s ex swears he was in it


I will mention

Festivals at the lake and the lake its self

I wish every year the festivals  would come back


I will mention

Little hole in the wall places that make the best cup of coffee you’ll ever get outside of

Ethiopia or maybe Eritria

Bookstores carrying the name of Marcus

The memory of a Soul that carried a Beat long before

Black entertainment was bastardized by television


Like Romans we too have our own Coliseum

We watched the A’s battle like green and gold gladiators

We cheered regardless if the Raiders won or loss

Cares were tossed into a black hole

for a day


When people mention




New York


I say

This is not

The city across the bay


This is




©Christopher F. Brown 2013


Tuesday, January 15, 2013

When I Speak

When I speak

I want it to be as if the gates of hell hath opened

Releasing a fire deep from its heart

Consuming all repose

Claiming all its kin

Only that which is pure from heaven

Or blessed there of



When I write

I want it to be as if the first to ever etch a form of meaning for another to comprehend

Guided my hand

Allowing only truth  to take shape

Allowing all that is real to transcend time

Not that my name live forever (“if it did I would not complain.” the flesh speaks.)

That which is Art remain.


When I love

Let it be the only word needed


©Christopher F. Brown 2013

Monday, January 14, 2013

Critique Of Something Thought To Be, But Not, Love

“Ridiculously and offensively in love

Openly aggressively and disgustingly



Someone once wished me


Kissing in the coffee shop

Laughing at the movies

Fighting in the parking lot

Fucking like we just met

Making love the likes we’d never forget


I remember



It was good

It never really meant anything more


There were fun times

More bad than good


Why you’re not here now

Why I'm not



You had many different faces

Different voices and shapes



You moved in the same manner

Spoke the same words as the former

Disguised them in spiritual simile





You can not change your soul

You can not hide from those whom you’ve sired

You can not shield yourself from those whose spirits you’ve nursed


Attempted enucleation of my third eye


I’ve already given love my heart


© Christopher F. Brown 2013

Spirits Have No Blood


Cry everyone's tears

Broken hearts can only bleed


Sometimes we seek solitude

Only the out of doors

The many arms of an orgasmic crowd

In an erotic Tlazolteotl summoned frenzy

Offer comfort


Fists and Sweat

Fueled by generations of warrior blood and sacrificial hearts



There is no room for tears

No space or time for their creation


It takes strength of character

To contemplate them

The power of pure will

To birth them


Cry everyone’s tears

Not everyone is strong enough to shed one


So it begins

Peace comes

When kings cry

When children’s eyes have grown old

So it begins

Peace comes


© Christopher F. Brown 2013

Saturday, January 12, 2013

It Is


Between the fences of faith and the sensory of science

An undiscovered





To Simple

For complexity

To Complex

For simplification


©Christopher F. Brown 2013

Friday, January 11, 2013

Transcendent Rain


What if


Rain drops weren't


What if



In their reality were

Representations of something



Beyond our senses ability to


Beyond our senses ability to



What if



In their reality were

Something akin to the variable known as

The Unknown

Simply stated as



What if


Our senses were just nature’s algorithm

All of our senses and perceptions

Formulas and computations


What if


We knew

X to = a Rain drop

But X by itself was something more than

Rain drop or X could ever represent


What if


Rain drops weren't


What if



In their reality were

Representations of something



Beyond our senses ability to


Beyond our senses ability to



Would you question your ability to perceive


Accept what is told to you as



©Christopher F. Brown 2013

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Different One 5513


Stride the earth

Different one



Amongst the crowd


Amongst the mob

One amongst a multitude of many

But never encountering an equal plane



When others have not or deny

The organs for speech



When others have not or deny

The legs and feet that go unanswered

Begging walk



With eyes receptive to ultra violet and infrared

When others have plucked out the orifices

Steadfast in the common dark

Comforted by the communal blindness



Seven and eight fold

When others numb and even deny five


It will not be easy for the different ones



Will be filled with ridicule, mockery, and scorn



Will bring understanding, accolade, and fame


None of which you ever wanted

None of which you sought after


The curse would be to fit in

Having seen the truth

Having been born with an ear tuned to frequencies audible to places others debate existence


Different ones can not stop dancing

They have to compromise with the world

They teach others to run


Different ones can not stop singing

They have to compromise with the world

They teach others to yell and scream


Different ones can not unsee

They have no compromise

No one can teach them to be the same


Shine as bright as time and space will allow

Different one


Your purpose is prophet of truth

Amongst priests of lies

Yours is heralding a faraway future

In a present as ancient to you as ten thousand millennia gone of their past


Today was never meant for you

Tomorrow it will be impossible for them to forget.


Shine and be

Different one



©Christopher F. Brown 2013

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