Cody Reggio-Brown

Cody Reggio-Brown Aug 2017

The wandering I
Oh how boots travel the tundra
Course in hand as the path becomes faded
Like the frantic bee, hurt only by fear of nature
Outside the system with a sharp knee
Point blank
Reasoning before you, after nothing else
Bite into granite opinions as the cast break
Out lost in irony
A memory of what task bring me here
Fall in snow as we forget

#poetry #the #wandering #i

Cody Reggio-Brown Jul 2017

Spectrum

Without happiness, you would not know depression
Without depression, you would not know the bright future awaiting
If not for depression, we would not know what fills us with joy
If we were never depressed, we would all be ploys
If we never gave up back when, we could never try again
If we never felt the bad, could we feel the good?
Could we feel the world as we should?
An arm-in-arm progression, an isolated discretion
If we never cried, would we ever write?
If we never felt, would we understand our plights?
Open your knowledge to feed on sadness
An abyss of happiness sink below our madness

#poetry #spectrum #happiness #depression #contrast

Cody Reggio-Brown Jul 2017

The Wall of Mann

The moth, of course
It is the mental eruption
Jaded by flight and hinder
Sensors drag it without aim
Definition

Silent squares, two by light
The gasp of which is gone
Your notice is not to blame
The day of, it begins
Representation

The cry of dead
Unwanted and beaten by
Man, and Only
Sky stretched moan into echo
Defiance

It shan't follow, nor become
You shan't find, nor conquer
The build that split in two
Haunted by the confused
Caravans

Distraction by lack of
The whisper of insect
Only Tea is left
Vanished into particles
Cursed

Refusal to believe
It is not with us
Crawl asunder to new dream
Our hearts separate
Constructed

Differentiation
Wall is not begone
Yet begs for more
To be named, waiting
Mann

I had a dream of an insect. A moth who's presence would foretell the collapse of all relationships you had built, one by one. "The Wall of Mann", it was called. I dream of it often, and I wonder if it's actions speak of reality.

#poetry #moth #fear #relationships #destroy #curse #dream

Cody Reggio-Brown Jul 2017

Bovine

Burn your brand into my skin and treat me like cattle
Just don't be angry when I leave the door open
I live behind gates you've born me within
I eat the filth you hand to me, last on the line
Open your mouth, talk to me like I'm below you
Tell the world I'm cruel when I bite back
Tip me over, you know I won't fight you
Metal in my hands say I stand firmer on all fours
While you struggle to confidently stride on two
I'm built to react, you call me sensitive
The bond we share could slaughter our herds
Send me away from your vile care
And prove to me that cleavers are dull compared to your words

#poetry #bovine #cattle #separate #us

Cody Reggio-Brown Jul 2017

Today

Life has more to offer than modern life
A strife to confide any level of high tide
A mask to bask should you be asked to tear
A shoe to construe if you can't quite wear
Allies sink like hopes
Invent nothing but tropes
Expectancy is a bastion built for Sebastian

Serpent to shed skin annually
With fangs as sharp as words
The touch that brought forth
Is the palm that hath spawn birds
The hand holds all beyond
What is remembered as fond
Modern life has more to offer than life

Life is what you make it, not how you see it.

#poetry #modern #life #today

Cody Reggio-Brown Jul 2017

Call Ended

Where are they
I knew them well
Close to me
Life long
Partnerships
Now scarcity
Distance
Communications
All gone awry
What I loved
Is now 2,400 away

#poetry #last #time #i #heard #from #you #was #forever #ago

Cody Reggio-Brown Jul 2017

Public

Fear not the man but the mask he wear
It's strength be greater than that which he bear
The morning light cast off the skin
Cover dishonest dark that shalt always win
Pour unto man the thought he share
A guise of speech and misaligned care
Dare a smile call itself so wise
No man finds his thoughts a prize

Wield a lance of voice as man remove his mask
He is no man, a scoundrel without ask

#poetry #public #mask #hiding #true #self