Saturday, June 7, 2014

Someone Is At The Door

Egypt & China were ancient long before Rome

Greece taught them how to translate.

The Inca, Maya, and Aztec already were very old

When A new world appeared at their shores


For two hundred years India attempted to retrain her invaders in her long ancient ways of civility


North America, Australia, and Africa tried to show their captors a spiritual connection could be attain working with the land

Not forcing it

They all spoke of

and still do

speak of great calamity otherwise.


When the men on the boats came to the islands by the night stars

The men on the islands showed them that

If they watched and listed to the waves

It was just as easy


I read that its now possible

To go live on mars

even the moon


I wonder what we will do

when we get to a far and away place and find



Is already there.


© Christopher F. Brown 2014

Southern Men

What is it about southern men

they have this charm

much like smelling incense from afar


You can not see it

but once you smell it

you can almost feel it


moving about in the air

taking and making its own way

not intruding upon or begging for space

simply existing in their own


when you do see them

these southern men

their words seem to match their body

their moves seems as a mystical dance born into them from a time long ancient

a time whose name was lost long ago


Their speech is akin to song

not in so much as what they speak

but how they speak



lazy vowels

slightly forced and gently pushed air in the middle and end of sentences.


These southern men

they have a sense of knowing

a sense of collective individuality

mixed with comfort and ease

unique and similar to them one and all


even in the way they are shaped

curves seemed rounder

skin tones richer

hair fuller and baldheads smoother


I'll only use the word


to say that they are not

to say it is not the thing,

its more a quality of character that they seem to share

These southern men


it may be in they way they say hello with their smiles and every so slightly

show you a mystery in the corner curve of their profile

their gait and posture entice interest more than lust

try as i might to put my finger on it

I fail


they do not have the same defensive and raw edge of east coast men

but when they do reach a place of anger it is well known


they do not have the same cavalier sun worshiper disguise that might mask a master hustler or genius urban intellectual as west coast men


but do not mistake their quiet of words for absence of thought.

I've known southern men to contemplate the entirety of the universe the expanse of existence

while speaking in between sips of iced tea

or rambling while working on an old beat up truck.


Their eyes bewitch but not beguile

You are always a willing participant and always

if only slightly

aware of what is happening


Its not that other men do not have their own

it just has been for me that

Southern men

have always been like an interesting story that seems new everytime you read it

that first edition of a rare book that most have never heard of

that most fascinating work of art you see at the fleamarket most would pass by


If you have ever known a southern man

you understand

they seem to somehow speak to a place in your soul asking,


"Might it be alright if I enchanted you?"


©Christopher F. Brown 2014

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Not so Little, Not so Simple

Black gave birth to the spectrum of light


Black is the home of every:

and Star
Shooting or otherwise

Black holds the clarity of consciousness and all possibility

Black crafts the dream and nightmare a like
Black is the true color of the sky when one is not confused and blinded by the light of day


Black was never ugly nor was it ever evil until a clouded group mind claimed it so

Black never needed to be apart of the rainbow.


©Christopher F. Brown 2014

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