I wanna talk about love

 

I wanna talk about love

 

Speak on its splendor

Reflect on its beauty

 

I wouldn’t be able to escape the guilt if I did

 

The world a blaze with injustice

Sparks and embers next door

 

Rights made

Uncivil

 

Civilities become less

Liberal

 

Morality of a few

Made law

For the many

 

I wanna talk about love

 

Speak on its splendor

Reflect on its beauty

 

I wouldn’t be able to escape the guilt if I did

 

So many people live deceptions

The rest can not attain an accurate perception

 

So many people impoverished

I wonder if there is enough wealth to help

 

So many people kept in a state of ignorance

I wonder if the mass of them would want the light of truth

 

So many have given up

So many have given in

 

Learned to justify wrong

In the name of right

 

Learned to survive

 

But

Have no idea

 

How to be alive

 

I wanna talk about love

 

Speak on its splendor

Reflect on its beauty

 

I wouldn’t be able to escape the guilt if I did

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2011

 

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Problem Solver

A sweet smell turned stench is what I’ve become.

Moth to flame is how they were before. The mere mention of my name is like water on a cat’s back or a whistle to a dog’s ear.

Every effort is made to stay away; a dramatic change from praying for a moments peace.

You say that I’ve changed.

You compare me to all the rest and say I’m no different from the others.

I see now why they rebuke you.

Have you ever wondered?

Did you even stop to think, as the years turned to decades that maybe, just maybe it could be you?

As the months turned to years did it ever accrue to you that it might not be their fault?

As the days and weeks became one endless, unyielding moment in limbo that you’ve come to call life; did you ever ask of yourself,

“Is this really life or am I just existing?”

Today I ask you,

“If you know that its no one else’s but yours; no fault but your own; no blame or issue but your own then today, again I

ask you; what are you going to do about it?”

©Christopher F. Brown 2009

Confused delusions

Am I wasting my time or is this time well spent?

 

“Pack it up and call it quits.” Or “Hang on, just for one more day.”

 

One more try maybe?

 

Does the promise of ten fold await or am I finally grasping my hallucinations of aspirations?

 

Dreams and delusions are the same; steam and smoke, nothing more than vapor of the mind. Which ones do I hold on to? Which ones do I let fade?

 

I’m lucky to be alive and that is the extent of it. If I knew that I sucked I’d be the first to admit it. Assholes and some random mutha fuckas I can’t really trust. While friends and family don’t say anything at all that my paranoid ears hear correctly.

 

Confusion.

 

I sigh and exhale still wondering, contemplating what is real or what it is that I want to be real. So many words in my head and I try to quicken my hand while placing them in some order that not only makes sense, but sounds to the ear like sweet tastes to the tongue.

 

Sometimes I believe it works sometimes I throw it all away knowing trash when I see it. Watching miracles happen around me I question,

 

“Is mine bearing witness?”

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2009