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Thursday, February 16, 2012

New Stuff

So I did a HUGE update to my website

New home page

http://cfbrown.com/index.htm

 

28 new poems

http://cfbrown.com/index_files/Page489.htm

 

6 new color photos

http://cfbrown.com/index_files/Page1524.htm

 

2 new black and white

http://cfbrown.com/index_files/Page6776.htm

 

New Blog section

So far its just my latest book reviews and blogs

http://cfbrown.com/index_files/Page25791.htm

 

check it out Smile

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Tuesday, September 20, 2011

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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Saturday, May 8, 2010

Waiting for an Old Soul

This place.


Nothing is old.


If there were
it would stick out like a chick from its shell.

This place.


It has a soul
It has a spirit
But it does not speak.


It can not speak
it does not have a voice yet.
It has no story to tell.


This place.

No spirits dwell here.
No great joy,
No humbling sorrow.

These walls have never vibrated from passion filled nights
echoed from early morning fights.
The very ground itself would tear away that which is too weak.

This place.

Nothing is old.


If anything was you would have to listen.
You would have no choice but to hear.
It would scream so softly only your soul could perceive.

This place.


©Christopher F. Brown 2009

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