One of and the same as

The lookie lous and voyeurs

have found solar systems with

two suns

 

there are no planets

in these systems

 

The lookie lous theorize

the gravitational force of

two suns

 

would crush

or

would rip apart

any potential

 

The lookie lous and voyeurs say

if any possibility could form

it would have no life

as we have come to know

as we have come to define

life

to be

 

the heat would be intolerable

 

Never would there be a

nightfall

 

Never would there be a

winter

 

The lookie lous and voyeurs say

eventually

when one sun dies

it will be the death of the other

 

even if they passed as the same time

they will

if not try

consume the other

 

creations normal pattern is to

place one sun per system

even though there are billions

 

man would capitalize

man would maximize

 

 

the lesson is there for eyes to see

 

every now and then

tremendously more often than not

 

creation gives an example of every possibility

 

every now and then

tremendously more often than not

 

creation instructs

in and on all

instruction

 

the lesson is there for eyes to see

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2013

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The I

 

The I

 

Its all really just a sphere

going

expanding

in all directions

 

A cipher on such a grand scale

to comprehend it

you can not think

 

to understand it

you have to abandon all understanding

 

to begin to know it

you have to acknowledge the knowledge that do not know

will never know

 

At the center

is peace

 

At the center

is calm

 

At the center

is god

 

At the center

 

Are you?

 

© Christopher F. Brown 2013

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Admiral Ackbar Speaks

 

“There is no

You

 

There is no

Self”

 

This is the infamous lie

they tell

This is the infamous lie

they want you to believe

 

What if

just for a moment

 

we believe in you

we believe in self

 

you

 

become the most precious thing

you’ve ever known

 

self

 

becomes a priority so important

all except god

some include god

are secondary

 

the belief in self

the belief in you

 

separates leader

separates heard

 

self

you

 

It is what makes the bee queen

 

what makes some ants genetically manufactured

workers

what makes some ants genetically manufactured

drones

 

if they were human

we would call them clones

 

We’ve been told an infamous lie

about believing in self

 

What if the lie was

believing

there wasn’t

 

© Christopher F. Brown 2013

 

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Student ID / Thursday Morning

I don't know what's happening anymore

 

I said

The right words

 

Plaid

Fair and by all the rules

 

Did

All the things I was supposed too.

 

Nothing worked

Nothing happen

 

I don't know what's happening anymore

 

I spoke the truth

No matter how much it hurt

No matter if it was not the right

Time or place.

 

I plaid dirty

I looked out for my self first

 

Broke all the rules

 

I did all the the things I wasn't supposed to

Threw my mind so far away from the box

The 29th place of π

The 5th dimension

Made sense

 

Still

 

Nothing worked

Nothing happen

 

I don't know what's happening anymore

I can unequivocally say

I never did.

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2013

 

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Greed Dressed Up

I want to be
Better

I was not educated
Trained
Instructed
Told even

On How to be
On the ways of

Better

I Feel
As if im late
In discovering me

Discerning what is contained in this flesh
Deciphering the lines of
Mind
Body
Spirit
Then erasing said lines
Erasing said divisions

I know
Where I have been
Where I am now
Where I plan to be

I desire this

Better

Not knowing if it is real
Not feeling it's truth
Not wanting anything not

This better
Ephemeral
Vapor
At best

© Christopher F. Brown 2013

Golem

Do you remember who you are

Do you remember who was there

Before

 

She

He

It

 

Came along

 

Before

 

Your heart was broke

Your pride was spat upon

 

Before you loved

Before you lost

 

Before pain married your blood

Before suffering replaced your soul

 

Do you remember when you had no name

 

You were naked

Human clay

 

Do you remember when

 

LIFE

 

took control.

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2013

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Shiva

Intelligence competes with Ignorance

 

Tadpoles  born in summer rain puddles quickly learn

to grow

to age

to change

 

Faith seeks to deliver Hope

Meanwhile

Constructed reality only serves as the thief

 

Butterflies were once worms

solely purposed to consume

 

Moths are attracted to the light of fire

 

Do you think they know

Not to get too close

Do you think they know

 

The light that attracts

is

The fire that destroys

 

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2013

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Something Called Man

Beasts

 

Content with counterfeit

placing value in the worthless

worth nothing

 

Beasts

 

Delighting in base level pleasures

fulfillment of necessity becomes

goals of primary importance

 

Beasts

 

Herded to spend time

without mind

without thought

never questioning mind

never questioning thought

not knowing if they even think

 

Beasts

 

Disregarding humanity

quick

to acknowledge their own

 

Beasts

 

Nothing more than a pawn made of flesh

nothing more than

some

thing

for some

one

other than self

It does not matter

 

Beasts

 

No concept of self

how quickly you are abused

 

Beasts

 

Denier of self

How effectively you kill

 

Beasts

 

Rejecter of faith

how little you hope

 

Beasts

 

Stop calling yourselves

Human

 

you do not understand the word

you can not fathom the notion

 

Beasts

 

Whom do you think you are kin to

 

 

© Christopher F. Brown  2013

 

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Worst Nightmare

If I told you my dreams

 

You'd lock me up

Say I was crazy

Tell the world

I was a liar

 

That would be

If

You believed me.

 

Instead

you act as if you never knew me

 

Act as if

what was said

Was not what happen

 

Act as if

it did not

ALL

come to pass

 

Instead you act

 

Maybe you play

 

Pretend that you cant see me

Pretend that you don’t see the mirror

 

Very well

 

Ill pretend I don’t know that you know

Ill pretend that the silence does not deafen me as much as it does you

Ill pretend that you are mute as well

 

Ill pretend that we did not lift our blind folds

seeing our swords totaled four

 

Ill pretend that your soul does not scream

Ill pretend like I cant tell

Like you do

 

Ill pretend as if it were all

 

A dream.

 

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2013.

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Weltschmerz / Death of an Empath

It happens when you see

when you try

 

felt when you do nothing

 

known

 

because you cant

 

Its not real

 

because it is

 

more tangible to those that know the heart has hands

visible to the third eye

Its one of the first things it sees

the center of any pit of any hell

 

it is poison

destructive is it’s scale and can not measured by the mankind that made it

 

it is death claiming souls

some

never knowing they were ever alive

only knowing. . .

only wanting. . .

escape

 

They told you from a very

youngold

age

 

“Stop being so sensitive.”

 

As if they knew what you were sensing

As if they knew your

youngold

tears had

anyeverything

to do with them.

 

You don’t have to say anything

you don’t have to acknowledge

 

youandi feel

youandI know

 

IandI

youandyou

themandthem

 

they

 

were never meant to be separated

 

because

 

IandI

youandyou

themandthem

YOUANDI

 

WE

 

sense the hurt

feel the pain

of being artificially shifted upside down

continuing forever in a state that was not meant to be continually separate

was only meant to teach the fundamentals

so that the whole would greatly benefits from its wonderful  and beautiful separate parts

 

You don’t have to say anything

You don’t have to acknowledge

You cant stop seeing it

You chose to open your third eye

You realize now that you can not shut it

You see that theirs is still turned in

 

You try to speak to their soul

they do not belive they have one

 

You try to speak to their heart

they do not know it has ears

 

You convince yourself that its not your responsibility

and gave up trying to explain

 

I know

 

You cant stop being so sensitive

 

The challenge

the quest

the struggle

the fear

the hurt

is

 

can

should

will

they

 

every know

every feel

 

ever

 

be more

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2013

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