Friday, November 15, 2013


I'd never buy you diamonds and furs

You deserve more than
Shiny rocks and dead animal skins

I would name 10,000
Planets, Moons, and Stars
after yours

That moment when night births day
it is at the remembrance of when existence ushered forth the spirit that is you.

©Christopher F. Brown 2013

Monday, November 11, 2013

Naked, Sacred, Self


I turned it off


When I found out

Physical form meant more than

spiritual substance


When I found out that

Age matters when you have too much

 Looks when you don’t have a certain one


When they meant something different

something estranged from my previous understanding


I know my body is not me

only a part


they wanted that part

without wanting only me


I turned it off


They all wanted something much less

far cheaper

than I am willing

was willing

 to give


You do not understand the meaning when I say

you are beautiful






I turned it off


You are not able to fathom a comprehension when I say

I love you






I turned it off


Life has instructed

give it to self always

to the ones called family

the select few that are called friend


Show it to the world

but don’t let the world abuse it


But in that concentrated way

where two become one


I turned it off


Its disrespectful to the concept

for me to treat you according to the concept

when I  see

when I know

before it all started

before your scent first touched the air

you have no awareness of the concept


There are about six degrees of separation from

what you think it is

what you thought it was

what you have been shown it to be

what you attempt to offer me

and that which it actually is


 that which I was willing to offer you


I don’t believe there is a single one

there is the one you make it work with


That one

must also be willing and able to make it work with



For now

for me

you don’t exist


I realize now

you never did

square pegs forced into round holes

mistakes all listed above


I turned it off


Only a truly naked self

has any right

any ability

any authority


to turn it on.


© Christopher F. Brown 2013

Monday, November 4, 2013

Subjective Mirror

When you look in the mirror


It is not yourself that you see
you are not the image
reflected and cast upon the jaded glass

what you see is light

captured by the eyes
interpreted by the mind
processed by the soul

if any of those three are not right
neither will correctly understand
the image
reflected and cast upon the jaded glass

you are not what you think you see

you are light reflected

everything else
jaded glass

©Christopher F. Brown 2013

Saturday, November 2, 2013

There is no such thing as a flaw


If there was a such this as



it would be found in the



A child’s smile

a mother’s love

a father’s protection


if perfect

could be theorized philosophically

placed into linguistic terms

there could be no words

no label grand enough

no construction simple enough

save only laughter


if perfect

could be understood mathematically

it would be either be a 1 or a 0

no other representations yields the same

universal and instant ease of understanding

that children instinctually grasp the idea




the same children

when grown

could spend  their life exploring the complexities



If perfect

could be known on a spiritual level

it would be that moment one realizes there is a god

ascending to level of worship and devotion

others mistake them for the god they serve




it would be that moment when one rejects all divinity

professing that all in creation is not of creation

but of nature and nurture

the only guiding force is the will to survive  


If perfect

could be expressed in dance or music

there would only be

one motion

one note

maybe none




If perfect

could be expressed on canvas or in stone

it would be such that the work would

never be started


maybe never completed




is as simple as knowing that one can never see one’s own face

what one knows as one’s one image

is only a reflection

what’s more is that a person is the only person that can never see ones own image

yet all they encounter sees them exactly as they are

exactly as they never can


Perfect perfection

is realization

not thought

not contemplation


Perfection is everything labeled imperfect


The only imperfect thing

is the word its self


© Christopher F. Brown 2013


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