You timidly linger
before you pass me by.
Wanting to know the pleasure of your company
you only leave me the slightest
most timid
of glances.
Your eyes say many things
yet your lips only smile.
I would wager your voice beautiful
your kiss divine.
Yet
You timidly linger.
Only leaving,
“What if?”
Behind.
©Christopher F. Brown 2010
I am not a joke.
When you saw me that first time, were you scared?
Did you see the scars on my head and face and want to cross the street?
Did you clutch your clutch just a little tighter?
I know you didn’t think I was cute or sexy. You might have a few years and pounds back.
Maybe you saw me that day and my clothes that were ragged and out of style and thought I was poor, or a crackhead, or something to that effect.
Maybe you wanted to laugh.
I warn you, I am no joke.
That day you came upon me laughing and smiling; being generally happy I could see in your eyes you thought,
“how unmanly, punkish even.”
I tell you how sorry I feel for you. While I continue to do and be me fully and completely what do you see?
When you look in the mirror what stares back at you?
When you put on the latest and buy the greatest I wonder if you ever wonder,
“why?”
When you spend extra for the super silky human hair, or make sure you’re the tips of your locks are the perfect red, or even spend thirty dollars on the perfect brush to make your waves come out just so. Do you ever wonder,
“why?”
I am not the joke
©Christopher F. Brown 2009
I don’t know you anymore.
What demon posses your heart? What has made one that was once trusted into someone whose eyes I can’t even gaze upon?
I don’t know you anymore.
“All things change including people.”
This I know, change is what makes us who we are. Change of the mind, and of the body is inevitable. Change is what has made us too successful masters of this earth it is who we are but the spirit stays the same.
Your spirit has been under attack for too long. We try to help but you turn us away.
The “You” that burned with the fury of the sun has been reduced to the flickering flame that stands before me. This person you are now is alien to me. You say things that you would never say, you do things you would never do, yet I take time and wonder what has made you this way. What has created this person whom I do not know, whom wears you as a shell?
I don’t know you anymore.
You say it is me that has changed and I agree. I have changed to grow; the mind must grow to hold more knowledge. The body must change to go with the change of the earth. You have become stagnate. You ferment, never expanding, if you do it is only because you absolutely must, or worse to stay the same.
I don’t even recognize your face. I don’t even recognize your voice. I only recognize your name. Your body posses the same features and your address is the same but
I don’t know you anymore.
©Christopher F. Brown 2009
