Funhouse Mirrors in the Street

 Funhouse Mirrors in the Street

 

Something material

might

Take hold of my interest

 

But like all things ephemeral

It won't last

 

I'm So

Sick and tired

Of giving you my time to you

All you care about:

 

"What can I get out of him today?

Will it be better than yesterday?

 

How can I give him my least

In return

He'll give me his most?"

 

Its hard

Living this reality

It

Being proof of another universe's theory.

 

Smart enough to know

Better than that

 

Experienced enough to

Have been down the wrong road a few

 

Still scratching my head

Still looking

 

What's wrong for me

Its also

Wrong to you

 

Confusion sets in

 

What works

What seems right for me

Is totally Wrong

For you

 

Maybe

Ill stop looking at you.

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2011

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Let go of Old Your name is New

Prejudice and pain

So much heartache it leaves a stain

that tries to feast on my soul

Tries to take my life

 

Let go of Old

Your name is New

 

I married a smile before I laid with that whoreish frown

You can have her

You can Delight in him

 

Let go of Old

Your name is New

 

You must not know that time is short

You must not know the suffering because of you

 

Sacrifices of love made for you

Your actions are the only things you deem worthy

Forgiveness poured upon you

Your judgment is harsh and strict

You close and lock the door

Swallowing the key

You say no one worthy of entry

Not Even you

 

Let go of Old

Your name is New

 

Look in the mirror and see the liar

Look in the mirror and see the cheat

Turn on the light and behold the thief

Turn around and see the pardon

Turn around and see the freedom

 

Let go of Old

Your name is New

 

There is reason and willing to and for

Forgiveness

Why

Do you still

Point out

Pass out

Hold onto

 

Blame

 

Your heart is willing

But your mind won't...

 

Let go of Old

Your name is New

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2011

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Ghetto tribune

 

 

With a mind like Michael And a soul like JJ

They hate me

 

Cuz

 

Thelma and I both though Keith was hot

 

Moms always dropped knowledge that would have made Florida's head spin

Wilona was my cousin and my sister her twin

 

My dad’s name was James and he did cut out after a season or two

 

Death not of natural causes

 

The one that swept the 80's ghetto

Victims soul dead

Walking zombies

Hearts retarded

 

Had hella neighbors named penny

Still do

 

By the time she was 15

had a baby daddy that was 20

and more than a few

 

A lot of em still trying to escape the ghetto but the rattings are slippin

And the government is losing interest

 

They say the world is going broke

But money the ghetto never had

 

They say the world is at war

but in the ghetto every day is won

 

We tell the children to go to school and get and education

but worldwide its worthless

 

I look at my nephew and my godson and pray

The day never comes

They ask me

The correct way

To hold a gun

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2011

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Cautionary tale of Contentment

Howling wind does not move me

 

Raging sea does not shake me

The pit opens beneath me
Yet
I remain

 

Change has no effect on me.
Birth and death are the only I recognize

From my place of strength
I am told of stagnation

 

From my place of power
I am shown weakness

From the place were
I can not be
and will not be
moved

I realize

I’ve long forgotten about the fall.

 

© Christopher F. Brown 2010

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