For the longest time now
I thought you were getting better
I thought
hoped
maybe you saw what you were doing
maybe you saw what you had become
no
That proves its still there
you still need the attention
you still need the gratification
you still need
You still are not You
I want to be wrong
©Christopher F. Brown
Brown Dragonfly
you hide your beauty
among the dead flowers
among the rotting leaves
you fly with ravens
scavenge with crows
Brown Dragonfly
shine your purples, reds, greens, and golds
Brown Dragonfly said to me,
Brown human,
you do not know what beauty is.”
©Christopher F. Brown 2013
Think on this
Buddha, Muhammad, Olodumare, Jesus
Hell Maybe some incarnation of
Krishna
All might be walking around the hood
the shanty towns
the slums
the back corners and trash piles
the ghettos
We wouldn’t know it but
We would
We know them
Those people
Those beings
Jesus might be an Asian woman
Muhammad might be a white man
Buddha might be an African child
Olodumare might be on facebook, twitter, and tumblr
Hell Krishna might be walking about with Ariginals at the mall
Maybe the god we are looking for
is already staring at us
Maybe the god we pray to
has already spoken
Maybe the divine force we seek to communion with
has already broken bread
Maybe
the problem is that we look for
(whatever it is that one seeks and has labeled godly)
from outside
when it has already been placed within
We are looking for God
When God has been inside
Waiting.
©Christopher F. Brown 2013
Time marches on
Never stopping
Never pausing
There is always enough
yet there never was
and there never will be
Some
have learned to lead
be one or two steps ahead
Some
claim it is a race
claim it to be a foe
swiftly catching up
usually when their bodies no longer obey
when their mental fortitude is no longer formidable
It marches on
being what it was before
being what it will be after
© Christopher F. Brown 2013
We live on the surface of a bubble
inside another
under water and air
under space and time
under being and not
so fleeting is this that we call life
we have forgotten
the moment sound vibrated
speaking it into existence
So limited is our understanding of this we call life
we as a whole fail to comprehend
all life is in transition
nature give example
Form to Light
© Christopher F. Brown 2013
I suppose
If I were better with words
a wordsmith maybe
I could describe the sound
Crafted and carved wood against brass would be like
the first rain
falling upon a parched window
keys once made of ivory and mahogany
sound as footsteps on old and cracked city sidewalk pavement
some mostly young ones dance
avoiding the life persevering through said cracks
respecting
recognizing
seeing
the same youth in the life carving a path for their own roots
as they are told of their own
The older ones
take a moment to be still
to hold a note
to hold their breath
to feel the vibration
enjoy life
until the note has passed
How could one explain the voice of a bass
Maybe
It is the rumble of a trolley
the heft of the slow moving train
the uneasy but understood movement of the subway platform as it is arriving
but has not stopped.
the depth of its pitch causes feet to be ears
one’s chest becomes a resonating chamber
The chirps
The caws
The song of the metal birds
nothing quite like it
Words mimic the notes
vocals mime the tone
but
the horns
they fly
If I were better with words
I could tell you what Jazz sounds like
still
I don’t think I would
The words and melody are already there
for interpretation
for explanation
all I could really do is give you more
No
I wouldnt even if I could tell you about Jazz
instead
id say one word
© Christopher F. Brown 2013
years ago i wrote this out of mourning for Oscar Grant and disdain of the justice system
today I repost out of mourning for Travon Martin and disdain of the justice system
What is it worth?
A fraction of yours
The law reminded us that
JUSTICE IS NOT SERVED.
Power remains with the few
The many remain oppressed.
When injustice is weighed and dealt out
the people have the right to tip the balance.
When
FAIR
is taken from those that deserve it
They have the
RIGHT
to take it back.
What is it worth?
A fraction of yours.
A bit more than the dirt on the floor
But
Far less than that of a dog
That is what they told my:
Nephew
Cousin
Brother
Son
Uncle
Co-worker
Classmate
Husband
Father
ME
what my life was worth.
© Christopher F. Brown 2010
The hardships of this world
This dimension with men made of straw and red fish
never to swim anywhere
When a person speaks from their soul
lives from their heart
they are surely practitioners of deceit
Where competition
is thee way
Where cooperation
is thee theory
One
normally finds out / expresses their
TRUTH
in fits of:
rage
intoxication
or in some other claimed state of altered being
One
claims not to be their normality / inner expression of their
. . .
Ist’s can hide their ism’s in the many layers of a joke
bastardizing the divine gift of laughter
Knowledge and Wisdom are disregarded
Neither are profitable
A once sound and true
but young
science of the mind
was called a lie
was replaced with a pill
which became very profitable
Irony became strong in this realm
In some
more than most
the very aliment that the pill is meant to
fight against
often makes worse
In some
more than most
the very pill will began a flanking assault
on the very taker of the pill
wreaking havoc upon them far worse than the ailment itself
including
but not limited to
. . .
In this dimension
this world of improper role models pulling wagons filled with loud bands
passing out poison water from ancient wells
People have come to the realization that we are animal
yet
can not fathom their very own humanity
A cosmic 12 year old we are
aged enough to have a concept of
just right
just wrong
aged enough to have a concept of
oneness
self
other
collective
individual
aged enough to be ready to embark
onto the next stage of remarkable growth
yet
young enough to hold onto
greed
separation
power
material
In this dimension
this world of misleading ambiguity and prejudicial euphemisms
the occupying beings use their opulent creativity
their fantastic fortitude
to construct
hate and fear
forcing hurt upon eachother
then forgetting said hurt ever happen
forgetting what has separated them from the other animals
fully displaying the juxtaposition of their
mental
emotional
spiritual
collective
selves
when the natural response of pity has been summoned
the beings of this world have trained themselves to view pity as a negative
the beings of this realm have taught themselves that
they are nothing more than animal
only the strongest animal survives
the weakest animal must be shown no pity
the weakest animal must be given no help
for the sake of all of the animal that is human
The beings of this realm teach themselves
pity
is
pitiful
In this dimension
this world where reason says that circles can have a point and slopes can be generalized and questions are often not hasty and contradictions are often very loaded
One
has the freedom to choose
but often
The Majority
attempts to control said choice
What was once so simple
as asking for
IT
so simple
as speaking
IT
and
IT
would
BE
Collectively we are still a bit
irrational
a mark of youth
maybe a foreshadow of foolishness
we know better
but
we do not chose better
we do not do better
In order to be considered
normal
functional
members of the collective species
we have to operate in a manner
handed down to us by collective constructs
long dead
long forgotten
that today
are unnatural with the ways of living in the current age
that today
are dysfunctional with the ways of living in the current age
that today
are without reason with the ways of living in the current age
In this dimension
this world where the beings have made themselves to be strangers to their:
soul
flesh
planet
self
one another
They sit in a place of cosmically perpetual pubescence
hungrily desiring
LOVE
but
collectively having no concept
collectively have no experience
some even question
“is this
intangible
noncorporeal
entity
feeling
emotion
construct
concept even real?”
What a cleaver and lonely child we are.
© Christopher F. Brown 2013
We hold these words that were first hypocritical
these ideas that were first rebellious and treasonous
to be so
fundamentally
self-evidently
basically
true
children have to teach them to adults
yet
they that call themselves adult still
have to fathom something so natural
it needs no thought
All people are people
All things on Earth are Earthlings
Whatever differences there are
were not meant to divide
they were meant to support
Life on Earth
There is no country
There is no state
There is only the truth of you
There is only the freedom of self
The only boundary
The only border
is made of
mountain
ice
sand
imagination
Do not entertain ignorance so basic Children wont tolerate
Do not entertain ignorance so basic adults have to use force
Do not give weight to something so meaningless it gives heaviness to your heart
Let those that wish to wallow in the muck and mud of designer shallow do so
Do not negotiate with your freedoms
those that are real
are truths
those that are real
are not negotiable
Free to be is just that
any infringement on a self’s freedom
is an intrusion upon the self
any opposition to the position of expression is
an abomination
Freedom is non-negotiable
© Christopher F. Brown 2013
