Saturday, June 7, 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

twangs

drawls

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

gentlemen

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:
Sun

Moon
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

Saturday, May 31, 2014

What Webster Didn’t Know

Pause for a slight moment

 

In English

we lack certain words for certain things

certain ideas

certain feelings

 

There should be a single word:

 

for that first waking thought

when you have become fully conscience.

 

for that crepuscular moment when a hot summer's afternoon has turned to a warm

but tolerable summers evening

 

for the heartbeat synchronization of two lovers

after one has laid their head on the other’s chest and they both journey off in peace.

 

pause for a moment

©Christopher F. Brown 2014

Monday, April 14, 2014

Moving

Cleaning out old boxes I find:

old clothes that ive long passed fitting

old bills that have long passed the point of being due

old notes to myself that have long passed the point of purpose

old poems that have long passed the place of remembrance

old pictures that I refuse to view

old love letters that still hurt like new

 

I think to myself,

“I was better then wasn’t I?

 

My writing seemed more pure

My voice seemed more authentic

My passion seemed to burn hotter
I had a reason to own all those ties

 

What happen to me?”

We all change

rather we want to or not

but

shouldn’t I be looking back with a smile?

 

I think to myself,

Thank God I'm not there anymore.

yet here is not that much better

it is arguably worse.

What happen to


Me?”

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2014

 

Sunday, April 13, 2014

The Esoteric Autodidact

The truth is
im a relic

Im good at things from a time gone by
I exceed at things
never shown to me

Self-taught (_____)

they always say
with hole hearted delight and honesty,

"your work has such a;
pure
raw
gritty 
unrefined
rough around the edges feel to it."


I wasnt trying to be
any of those things

I wasnt trying to be
cool

I damn sure wasnt
trying to sell you something

I wasnt even trying
in the sense or tense that you 
think I was
assumed I was


I was and am
being me

whatever words you think fit that 
so be it

I already have 
and reserve the right to continue to
define myself

 

© Christopher F. Brown 2014

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Spiderman

Spiderman

 

that’s why we like him

 

he wasn’t sitting around wishing he could fly

nor did he have the means of a secret billionaire

 

he was smart

very smart

some called him a smart ass

but he knew more whom were smarter

most of all

he was clever

 

he had doubts and insecurities

was self-conscious a time or two

 

If he was real

he’d laugh because it would make sense

he would be the one whose movies all sucked (except for James Franco)

 

Haters to the right of him

Haters to the left of him

stronger

faster

vastly more intelligent

leaders of the criminal world

the police

the media

I did mention that he was clever

 

We like him because he is like us

he may not have been extravagantly or exceptionally

special

but he was enough

more than enough

 

He was himself

fully and completely

flawed capabilities

functional disabilities

 

he made it work

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2014

 

Monday, April 7, 2014

You are your own creation

 

Male

 

We think we understand because it’s the most physical

before anything

you look down and you see

they have told you

this

is manhood

 

if you get stuck in that thinking

your male member defining the state of being a man

you stay in ignorance

A boy

 

Black

 

We think we understand because it is more physical

we are taught that it is a color

we are told that it is a race

we learn the subjugation and oppression

we learn the glory of past and present

some understand the duty to the future

preserving and teaching the knowledge learned since the foundation of all mankind

 

some try to define what it is through someone else’s definition

Some say anything less than African is incorrect

how could a foreign captive held in bondage ever be a citizen of the land that bound them

a bird in a rabbits nest is still a bird

which may be true

 

some say how can one call oneself African if one

speaks no African language

has no direct African relatives

has never seen the sun rise and set upon

nor ever smelled

African soil

the cultural difference between an American and a European is the same as

the difference between an African and an European

which may be true

 

Gay

 

We think we understand because it is popular to define it as something physical

We are told and taught to hide

We are told and taught that it is ok

that is really the only choice one ever has

assuming an identity based on sexuality is reductive thinking

 

more than sex

more that sexual partners

more than parties

more than stereotypes

 

this is a trap that some fall into

a lifestyle that is attributed to the word but is not exclusive to it

 

Free

 

the ability to love freely based on self

the ability to define self for self and by self

the ability to relate and express self to self and the world

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2014

 

 

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Eighteen Pence

understanding you

should be as simple as self

fragments are void

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2014

Saturday, April 5, 2014

I’m not as nosy as you think I am

I don’t look most people in the eye when I speak with them

not because I have something to hide

its because people should be allowed their secrets

 

Some people’s souls leap out at you

shouting and screaming

telling everything they try to silence

showing everything that is inside

 

sometimes things they have forgotten

sometimes things they do know are there

 

Some people

say exactly what is in their heart

when it is in their heart

normally what is on the inside

is reflected out

 

Those people I try to keep around me

Those people I like to see smile

 

© Christopher F. Brown 2014

Friday, April 4, 2014

John George

"Keep it together"

 

That's what they say

But

 

Why would I want to keep

This

Together

 

This

Is bullshit.

 

why not

just let it all go

 

why not

just completely shut down

 

I've done it before

 

I remember

all they did was looking whisper

all they did was get quiet when I came near

after a while

everything went back to normal

everything led me back to here

 

so why not

so why shouldn't I

 

this

is bullshit

 

there is no logical reason to

but I guess I have to

 

it was never about losing

it's about not pretending

and that's the bullshit

 

everyone is just pretending

But

when you decide not to pretend anymore

somehow

we've deemed that unacceptable

 

we have to

 

" keep it together."

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2014

 

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Broken Picker Probability (or) 0%

 

I don’t like the fact that I'm attracted to you

I would say

Hate

but that is too powerful of a word to use

with you

with anyone

 

Its nothing personal against you

I'm pretty sure you are a great person

its just I know

well, at least

I'm pretty sure

some self-destructive deficiency of mine

sees its jigsaw complement in you

I refuse to act upon it anymore

Ive learned to stop telling people as well

 

They always say:

Give them a chance.

Find out something about them.

Be friends.

(which I think is the worst one because it makes it that much harder to walk)
Not everybody is the same

 

What do I get when I do:

 

many prayers for peace only answered by intensifying wars

many special days and nights marked by the new levels of rage, guilt, and shame

many times of waking to find empty bed spaces, cold sheets, and you

walking through the door

many times of pretending nothing was wrong until

I had to admit everything was

 

so yeah

 

I don’t like the fact that I'm attracted to you

Its nothing personal against you

but I'm pretty sure

something terrible has to be wrong with you

 

I believe if I said this

mathematically

you’d be a conditional probability

 

given my history as 100% bullshit ( we’ll call that S)

what is the probability of you not being bullshit (we’ll call that not S)

so if S = 100%

then P(not S|S)

can only have one answer

 

© Christopher F. Brown 2014

 

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Who Invited Them

I don’t get why they even come

they know:

No one likes them

No one wants to be around them

 

If it wasn’t for them speaking first

no one would even speak to them.

 

They drink up all the good wine

Eat up all the special food

All they do is take.

 

I'm going to go say something

 

***

 

Well you go do that.

People say they hate them but they really don’t

 

They are always invited to every party

They have, you know,

“Been with”

everyone at one point or another

if they are not your ex

they will be at one point

If you don’t think they are hot then

trust

one day you will

 

No one likes them but at some point

we need them

They

in that really messed up psychological way

make us better

 

***

 

shhh here they come

 

Hey Fear, hey Depression. I did not think you guys would come

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2014

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Yesterday is always 1 today is always 0

 

just yesterday

maybe it was some time ago

I said that

maybe I wrote it

 

It gets to a point where I say and write So much

I feel like I roll over

 

I'm not a voice in the wilderness

I am as you are

I am as they are

 

maybe that's the message they don't want to get out

 

I'm simply saying

simply writing

The things we all see

things we all know

 

it's a coping mechanism

I believe if we convince ourselves:

 

Its not that close to

ME

 

Its far away from

US

 

WE

don't need to worry about that.

 

all of it to mask the fact

we've lied about

 

I

 

lied about

 

SELF

 

Lied for so long

they have become a symbolic representation of a negative.

 

starting at 0

until you are 1

they claim you are no 1

when the truth is you always have been 1

 

look at my history

 

just yesterday

maybe it was some time ago

I said that

maybe I wrote it

 

©Christopher f. Brown 2014

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