"Bloodcount’s parking lot was too cold for any straggling or wandering. The wind added to the chill factor, making this one of those nights that, no matter the number of layered clothing or thickness of the flesh, this cold transcended it all. This was that cold that gnawed at one’s bones as if unprotected. This cold, that possessed this night was internal, left out in this cold, one developed that chill that you could not warm from and had to conquer with strength of will. This was one of those winter nights that exercised one’s determination to survive."
Monday, April 2, 2012
Monday, March 26, 2012
Update
Updated the website: 9 new poems and new blog entry. Check it out if you likehttp://www.cfbrown.com/
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Naraku
Chicken pills and hundred dollar bills
The pursuit of material gain
Is going to kill you
You'll die and go to heaven
You'll die and finally have rest
Profit
is what made it happen
Profit
Is what did you in
Chicken pills and hundred dollar bills
The pursuit of material gain
Is going to kill you
Heart attack
Stroke
It wasn't from fat
It was from fear
Fear of being broke
Forty-five years then you’ll retire
Do something different
Make something new
Get all the money
I never said it was bad
How does your soul feel
When was the last time
Anything
Touched you
Can you finally
Throw away your heart
Chicken pills and hundred dollar bills
The pursuit of material gain
Has killed you
©Christopher F. Brown 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
कवि
kiv
A poet is more than a master of words
But a weaver of the meaning behind them
A poet understands the power that the sounds and syllables holds
when spoken
A poet understands the effect that the letter and line possesses
When read
Casting spells upon the psyche
Penetrating directly to the targeted core
A poet does not write to or for an audience
A poet does not speak to entertain
A poet's purpose is the soul
A poet's goal is the mind
To communicate on a level where physicality must be abandoned and your mind and soul must ascend
A poet is more than a fiery voice speaking of injustice
more than a tender pen lamenting on lost love
A poet sculpts the very air their body's breaths into art
For generations long after they are gone to rejoice over
Or
to scoff at
A poet is a being that is
For a time
Tethered to flesh
Tethered to this world
Sent here to connect us to
Things higher than the feeble ponderings of mans mortal mind
Sent here to make us feel
Things more deeply
More intensely
than the fickle mass of flesh men call a heart
A poet speaks for the spirit's ear to hear
A poet writes for the soul's eye to see
A poet is a wielder of a sacred art that is more than any of its
Forms
Tools
Or tricks can clearly express
A poet is nothing more than a servant to the gift given to them and its giver
Their duty
to commune in the realm
Inside of thought
Inside of feeling
And take you on a voyage
Beyond
©Christopher F. Brown 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Salt and Slugs
You rail against
left/right
It is proper to have a stand
It is proper to know where
Do you understand why
Its the difference between
Blind devotion
And
Grounded faith
You don't have to explain it to me
Nor should you anyone
You do
Or at least
You should understand it
For self
Why do you believe
If you can't answer that
Look in the mirror
Stop standing on it
©Christopher F. Brown 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
More
What I want
Is what I give
What I have
Is what I offer
What I expect
Is what your actions prove
©Christopher F. Brown 2012
Monday, March 5, 2012
Authenticity
I see you
Trying to be different
Trying to have different thoughts
Trying to have different talks
You go so far as to change the shoes on your feet to something unbearable
Hoping
It will change your walk
You learn the ways of a far off land
Not understanding
Or questioning
Your own
Joining the most minuscule group
Rejecting the masses
Without comprehension of
Fad
You enlighten yourself with
The way
And that is good
While blinding yourself to sense and reason
Basic fairness and equality that
Your way
Teaches
You say its
Devotion
I'm surprised
No one ever told you
There is nothing
Nothing
As unique
As you
©Christopher F. Brown 2012
Saturday, March 3, 2012
I said too much
There are times when I want to cry
But the tears wont come out
It hurts is so much
The pain is so bad
It steals from me
It leaves no room for them
There are times when the tears start
Randomly
Infront of the wrong people
In the wrong places
they wont stop
Once
A few years ago
They flowed like a river
breaking its banks
I couldn’t stop
They wouldn’t obey
I'm stronger now
©Christopher f. brown 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
A Little Simple One Won’t Hurt
The sad thing is
The truth
The sad thing is
You blew it
The sad thing is
I knew it
The sad thing is
How you looked
The sad thing is
How I react
The sad thing is
The truth
It was All a lie
©Christopher F. Brown 2012
Memories of Childhood
Was there ever a time when it all made sense
Simple little things
Equated joy
Today was enough
No need to consider
Tomorrow
You had no concept of
Forever
So Uncomplicated
You didn't need to know
how to spell it
Was there ever a time when it all made sense
A was A
That was it
You may question
Y
But you knew what it equaled
Run was fun
Play was for the day
Simple as the nightfall
bringing sleep
Was there ever a time when it all made sense
©Christopher F. Brown 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
Over You
Over You
I miss the passion we shared in each kiss
The smell of you and the comfort
In every embrace
I miss the acrobatics we called sex
The feats we achieved
Out doing the night before
I miss he debts of our conversation
The sharing of ideas
Contemplating and sharing contempt
I miss that time our paths were aligned
Our goals were set and mutual
The limit
Heaven bound
I miss what we had
What we shared
I realize
All of the many things I miss
You
I don’t
©Christopher F. Brown 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Supine
It feels a bit strange
Laying here on the couch
I normally sit in the chair
I think I might have even been born there
I never sought it out
I just ended up there
I have always been there
I tried to get up and leave a few times before
They always sat me back down
In the chair
Now that I'm laying here
On the couch
It feels a bit strange
Its new to me
What it feels like to be stretched out
Seeing the chair from this angle
Seeing the chair from this point of view
Going from Objectivity
To being the subject
Very different
Very new
What did you say?
Hmmm you have a very valid point
It is time.
©Christopher F. Brown 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
New Stuff
So I did a HUGE update to my website
New home page
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
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Competition
They say
Pick your battles
I say
My life is not a war
The plight of competition
Only brings about confusion
The real goal is never accomplished
Never known
The true purpose is hidden
Kept secret like middle name
Competition
May be good for now
How long can the greediest continue to win
How long after the hungriest consumes all
Consumes themselves
Cooperation
Instead of negating your efforts
I wonder
If I help
Would we both gain?
Is there a reason
You or I need to win?
Cooperation
That is true
Benefit
No on need lose
True elevation
Of the mind
True elevation
Of the spirit
Comes not on a hill
In a cave or room
Sequestered away from light
Secluded in darkness
It comes in a single act of
Selflessness
When you decide to
Share and help
Without thought of personal benefit
Without thought of private gain
Competition
Will eventually rot the soul
Entirely
Where as
Cooperation
Seems to be
Ultimately
The goal
©Christopher F. Brown 2012
Cooperation
Rise above the beastly nature
Be the human that you are
The struggle of endless competition
Ends in ultimate ruin
Resources depleted
Fertile ground left sterile
Co-operation
Is the only thing that will move us forward
Cooperation
Is the only thing holding us back
We only seem to get it right
When facing a mutual foe
Lasting only as long as they do
Children do it naturally
What happen to us all
Preacher battles prophet
Left battles right
Part battles part
Rise above the beastly nature
Only then can we receive the entire message
Rise above the beastly nature
Only then can we find the way
Rise above the beastly nature
Only then can we know
The whole
©Christopher F. Brown 2010
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Seeing You
Seeing You
I fucking hate you!!!
That's what I want to say
That's how I use to feel
But it's not true
You're not worth the energy its taking me to feel this way
A truth spoken
But as of right now
Not real
You do live in a place that
As of now
Has a minuscule
Amount of power
A meager amount of sway
At least for today
At least for right now
I remember the first time
I saw that smile
I remember the first time
We held each other and kissed
I remember the first time
We made love and the days after
I fucking hate you!!!
That's what I want to say
That's how I use to feel
But it's not true
I tell myself
I'm fine
I'm better off without you
It doesn't feel that way
You look better than you did
Before
You even have a different lover than you did
Before
I shouldn't care
I know tomorrow
I wont
You messed me up alot
More than I figured
More than you probably intended
Its fine
I just have to get through the rest of today
I fucking hate you!!!
That's what I want to say
That's how I use to feel
But it's not true
©Christopher F. Brown 2012