life recognizes life
energy recognizes energy
universal inhabitant recognizes universal inhabitant
planetary inhabitant recognizes planetary inhabitant
plant recognizes plant
flesh recognizes flesh
animal recognizes animal
group recognizes group
self recognizes self
too many are stuck in place
its a circle
there is no place to begin
just begin
there is no place to end
its a circle
©Christopher F. Brown 2015
Its my fault
I was supposed to be
the one that was more advanced
the teacher and guide
Instead I walked with you
Hand in hand into hunger and want
I watched as lust took hold
even though I knew
even though I knew
They always ask
Why don’t I write about happy things
love and such
They really think that which they label
is
©Christopher F. Brown 2015
I waited till nightfall
till the water was cold
till the water matched the midnight sky
I threw myself in
Face first I exhaled
till all the air fled my lungs
till I willed them to function as gills
I threw myself in
Motionless I became
till my exhilaration formed into yet another disappointment
till I had something else to add to my pile of outlier experiences
I threw myself in
Sensation returned to my eyes
till the sting of the sun again became a warm embrace
till understanding once again claimed squatter rights in my mind
I threw myself in
The river wouldn’t have me
In the morning on the other side of all the things
I went back to it all knowing
The river threw me out
© Christopher F. Brown 2015
5000 years ago
the shamans and the medicine workers looked into the fire
they saw me and you
you and I
They saw us
They called us gods
smoking cigarettes
They thought we breathed fire
getting in and out of cars, trains, and planes
They thought we could move between the realms of living and dead
using computers,
watching tv,
talking on cellphones
They thought limit was the thing not within our understanding
the fire of the future showed them
what they thought were gods
they couldn't hear our flaws
They couldn't smell our decay
Through the fire
They saw gods
in the mirror
most only see rot
in the mirror
most can't see past misplaced shame.
ⓒ Christopher F. Brown 2015
water in the desert
fire in the tundra
Trust
unlike anything else that claims to be such
is precious
is rare
So much so that some have
never seen it
never heard it
never experienced it
to them it's myth and fairytale
little more than a half happy lie
Trust
to them that know
It's more fickle than a candle flame
It's more stable than helium
if you have it
treat it as the rare gift it is
if you have it
know that its strength depends on yours
if you have it
know that it has you
if you leave it
know it leaves you.
©Christopher F. Brown 2015
it is a fight
to hold on to that different
to hold onto that spark
it's not that life will beat it out of you
it is life
it is peace of mind
it is sanity
society
does not have it
phonies, fakes, and others
yes even some certain loved ones
do not have it
only you possess what it is
that youness that makes you
Cherish it
protect it
fight for it
it was given unto you and it is yours
most won't understand
it was never meant for most
the special uniqueness that make you
listen to that as your guide
follow that as your path
it is you
ultimately
it's only you that works for the benefit
that best benefits
you
They don't know you
only the image of:
what they see
what they think
what they want
what they feel
what their studies have shown
that is how they will treat your you
This is not how you should treat your
you.
©Christopher F. Brown 2014
Seeking greatness
we refuse a mirror
seeking wisdom
we refuse all letters in every word
Seeking understanding of place
our place
in the universe
with the universe
of the universe
we refuse earth
amazing
Seeking everything
outside of self
we refuse to believe and blind ourselves to self
© Christopher f. Brown 2014
Just say that I did admit how I feel about you
say that I said I was interested
I admitted that your mind fascinates me
I acknowledge that your vibrations harmonize with mine
I confessed to constructing conversations just to hear your voice and maybe see you smile
what then
I am too old for you as you are now
it would not be fair to you as I am now
you have so much life to live
so many lessons to learn
on your own
as I did
need to learn
on your own
as I did
without someone tainting it with their own failures
without someone jading it with their own success
without someone crippling you with aged seriousness and subdued patience
what then
We cant date because neither of have any money
lies I tell myself
lies I justify amongst myself
I know you
You’re the type of man that wouldn’t care
we could sit at the bus stop sharing headphones and a chicken wrap
listening to NPR
on our way to go protest
I know you
we could go to the bookstore and discuss
for hours
Kafkaesque minutia and Orwellian grandeur
we could go for long walks and hear
for hours
The Budos band in our chest and step and Fela in our soul and heart
what then
Do you now understand why you deserve better
than poor old me
Do you now understand why I haven’t
why I wont attempt
the beautifully opulent and too young for me
as I am now
that is you
I’ll accept this juvenile awkwardness because it is all that I can have
anything else
anything more
would be selfish
would be unfair
to the vision that is you
© Christopher F. Brown 2014
That’s interesting
one implies a haunting
hair on the back of necks standing on end
unexpected unexplained
chills
down backs
up spines
in the air
something
in the corner of an eye
That’s interesting
one implies a total take over
encompassing and embodying
an age or art
the essence of a being
the essence of being
the essence
That’s interesting.
© Christopher F. Brown 2014
That’s life
isn’t it
you said:
“She’s in labor,
any time now.”
She never wanted kids
before.
Happy
That’s life
isn’t it
you said:
“He killed himself,
overdosed.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
He missed him too much.”
He never used drugs
before.
Sad
That’s life
isn’t it
© Christopher F. Brown 2014
how am I supposed to be something to you
I don’t even know what I am supposed to be to me
first I figure:
I forget
everything I possibly can they said
everything they said about my culture
everything they said about my people
everything they said about my family
everything they said about my parents
everything they said about me
second I figure:
I learn
everything I possibly can
everything possible about my culture
everything possible about my people
everything possible about my family
everything possible about my parents
everything possible about me
Now is when it started
Now is when I see
I see
my self clearly
know my self clearly
understand enough clearly
I was never supposed to be something to you
I was always supposed to be something to me
clearly I see how it was all divided:
cultures
peoples
families
parents
me
The verity in and of creation is art
The verity in and of the universe is art
Art is not separation and division
it is the creative expression of the whole
Art dose not dictate that you hate the flower and love the moon
Art does not dictate that you reason the ocean superior and sky inferior
If you let it
Art teaches individual and mutual appreciation of the two as two
and as one
I don’t need to be something to you
You don’t need to be something to me
Some say it is their plan
Some say it is how they stay in control
we already were something
we already are something
we always will be something
we just needed to see
the beauty of the art that is eachother
the beauty of the art that is you
the beauty of the art that is me.
©Christopher F. Brown 2014
Coded meanings
with ancient names and tongues
Symbolism of elements
and self
Symbolism of senses
and self
we
and all things
come from one
and many
we
not all
want to be one
not realizing
we
and all things
already are one
©Christopher F. Brown 2014
