Friday, January 30, 2015

The Rationalists Scriptures

 

Its my fault

I was supposed to be

the one that was more advanced

the teacher and guide

 

Instead I walked with you

Hand in hand into hunger and want

I watched as lust took hold

even though I knew

even though I knew

 

They always ask

Why don’t I write about happy things

love and such

 

They really think that which they label

is

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2015

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Third Eye Feedback

 

I waited till nightfall

till the water was cold

till the water matched the midnight sky

 

I threw myself in

 

Face first I exhaled

till all the air fled my lungs

till I willed them to function as gills

 

I threw myself in

 

Motionless I became

till my exhilaration formed into yet another disappointment

till I had something else to add to my pile of outlier experiences

 

I threw myself in

 

Sensation returned to my eyes

till the sting of the sun again became a warm embrace

till understanding once again claimed squatter rights in my mind

 

I threw myself in

 

The river wouldn’t have me

In the morning on the other side of all the things

I went back to it all knowing

 

The river threw me out

 

© Christopher F. Brown 2015

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Flickering

5000 years ago

the shamans and the medicine workers looked into the fire

 

they saw me and you

you and I

They saw us

 

They called us gods

 

smoking cigarettes

They thought we breathed fire

 

getting in and out of cars, trains, and planes

They thought we could move between the realms of living and dead

 

using computers,

watching tv,

talking on cellphones

They thought limit was the thing not within our understanding

 

the fire of the future showed them

what they thought were gods

they couldn't hear our flaws

They couldn't smell our decay

 

Through the fire

They saw gods

 

in the mirror

most only see rot

 

in the mirror

most can't see past misplaced shame.

 

Christopher F. Brown  2015

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Trust 2015

water in the desert

fire in the tundra

 

Trust

unlike anything else that claims to be such

 

is precious

is rare

 

So much so that some have

never seen it

never heard it

never experienced it

 

to them it's myth and fairytale

little more than a half happy lie

 

Trust

to them that know

It's more fickle than a candle flame

It's more stable than helium

 

if you have it

treat it as the rare gift it is

 

if you have it

know that its strength depends on yours

 

if you have it

know that it has you

if you leave it

know it leaves you.

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2015

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