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



©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


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



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



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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