Sunday, May 12, 2013

Worst Nightmare

If I told you my dreams

 

You'd lock me up

Say I was crazy

Tell the world

I was a liar

 

That would be

If

You believed me.

 

Instead

you act as if you never knew me

 

Act as if

what was said

Was not what happen

 

Act as if

it did not

ALL

come to pass

 

Instead you act

 

Maybe you play

 

Pretend that you cant see me

Pretend that you don’t see the mirror

 

Very well

 

Ill pretend I don’t know that you know

Ill pretend that the silence does not deafen me as much as it does you

Ill pretend that you are mute as well

 

Ill pretend that we did not lift our blind folds

seeing our swords totaled four

 

Ill pretend that your soul does not scream

Ill pretend like I cant tell

Like you do

 

Ill pretend as if it were all

 

A dream.

 

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2013.

Friday, May 10, 2013

Weltschmerz / Death of an Empath

It happens when you see

when you try

 

felt when you do nothing

 

known

 

because you cant

 

Its not real

 

because it is

 

more tangible to those that know the heart has hands

visible to the third eye

Its one of the first things it sees

the center of any pit of any hell

 

it is poison

destructive is it’s scale and can not measured by the mankind that made it

 

it is death claiming souls

some

never knowing they were ever alive

only knowing. . .

only wanting. . .

escape

 

They told you from a very

youngold

age

 

“Stop being so sensitive.”

 

As if they knew what you were sensing

As if they knew your

youngold

tears had

anyeverything

to do with them.

 

You don’t have to say anything

you don’t have to acknowledge

 

youandi feel

youandI know

 

IandI

youandyou

themandthem

 

they

 

were never meant to be separated

 

because

 

IandI

youandyou

themandthem

YOUANDI

 

WE

 

sense the hurt

feel the pain

of being artificially shifted upside down

continuing forever in a state that was not meant to be continually separate

was only meant to teach the fundamentals

so that the whole would greatly benefits from its wonderful  and beautiful separate parts

 

You don’t have to say anything

You don’t have to acknowledge

You cant stop seeing it

You chose to open your third eye

You realize now that you can not shut it

You see that theirs is still turned in

 

You try to speak to their soul

they do not belive they have one

 

You try to speak to their heart

they do not know it has ears

 

You convince yourself that its not your responsibility

and gave up trying to explain

 

I know

 

You cant stop being so sensitive

 

The challenge

the quest

the struggle

the fear

the hurt

is

 

can

should

will

they

 

every know

every feel

 

ever

 

be more

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2013

 

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