Monday, April 2, 2012

Excerpt from Chapter 4 book 2

"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."

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Monday, March 26, 2012

Update

Updated the website: 9 new poems and new blog entry. Check it out if you likehttp://www.cfbrown.com/

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

 

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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

 

 

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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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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

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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

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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

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