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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The Order of Coldingham

 

Priorities confused

Thought process abused

 

We believe lies because they smell true

 

Put to the test

They stack and fall like the rest

Left alone they become unquestionable

 

We believe lies because they smell true

 

When all is said and done

Night has become Dawn

When asked why

We can only answer

 

We believed lies because they smelt of  true

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2011

 

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The War Is Over

Loudly proclaiming your ignorance
while seeking clandestine moments of clarity.

Suffering
Struggle
Strife

They are all you know.
They have been your bed.
They were the nourishment that sprang from hate’s bosom

They were taught to you by force
They have worked for you out of necessity that later became choice
Therefore,
everyone must follow to the same.

Loudly proclaiming your ignorance
while seeking clandestine moments of clarity.

You learn the secret your teacher never told.

It did not have to be.

The path you chose was revealed.

Well traveled
Well worn
Well known

Only later
at the end of it all
Was it understood

The hardest
The roughest

At the cliff you
Loudly proclaim your ignorance
while seeking clandestine moments of clarity

©Christopher F. Brown

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Does my honesty offend you?

Does my honesty offend you?

Are my words cutting too deep, past skin, past muscle and bone right into heart and soul.

Does my honesty offend you?

Laughing when you cry, stillness when you run, dancing while you cower.

Does my honesty offend you?

When I speak you cover your ears. You even run away as I draw near to you.

The fact that I’ve never said one word to you heralds resound.

Does my honesty offend you?

©Christopher F. Brown 2009

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The lie

What is it that you want from me?

 

Your eyes ask me a question yet they tell me lies. Is it that you are high or drunk and do not realize what it is that you are doing, or is it that you are testing your powers of seduction and I am the sacrifice?

 

Whatever the case maybe you lie to me: your eyes, your gaze, even your body tells me a story of deceit, and only one thing dances on your mind.

 

Unfortunately even that is a lie.

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2009