Cody Reggio-Brown

Cody Reggio-Brown Apr 2019

I am number, I am statistic
My platform is digital heuristic
Built as soft and meant to harden
I am statue of Prometheus discarded
I am flat, I am round
I am guess to which we are bound
All but speechless, tools in hand
Talent defined by the holy man
I am truth, I am fable
I am guidance who is unable
Under the sea and burnt so high
My survival is all but fatefully nigh
I am Goliath, I am cell
My people are the building blocks of hell
Golden gates and iron bars
Basic texts and influenced memoirs
I am shelter, I am fear
Only today do the deaf hear
Live beyond burden and exhaust
Tales are told at an expensive cost
I am charade, I am enigma
Riddle me this: for what is my stigma?

I am honesty, I am lie
Conciseness with which we shall die
To be believer, to see as deceiver
To be born as simple conceiver
I am Poseidon, I am Neptune
Only one of which will die soon
Simple times of bearing song
Ages gone by where we were wrong
Built on faith, the blind do not see
Burning fields and dying trees
I am happiness, I am despair
I am the reason that you care
Run as Hermes, tread as Pheidippides
Gods you inspire are not as powerful as these
I am art, I am tale
I am the builder of this gale

I am success, I am fail
I am the human, I walk the ****** trail
I am individual, I am all
With simple words, We stand tall

#hello #poetry #riddle #me #this #human

Cody Reggio-Brown Mar 2019

Christmas Time Is Here

Christmas alone?
I know what time of year it is, I just wanted to be here for you
Someone who could use it
A gift under their tree
Long rotting and wilted away
Sometimes a message needs to be ******* and left under the wrapping
Santa won't bring it
This gift can come every year if it needs to
Merry Christmas, blockhead
You can hate the spirit all you want
But others will bring the spirit with them wherever they go

#hello #poetry #christmas #time #is #here

Cody Reggio-Brown Nov 2018

Little

I wish for it's end
The beginning of my story
To dissipate into a strong send
Off to what won't mend
Let it know what I know
And submit the heart I scold
I have the fingers
To push what can submit
The ending I prepare to omit

#poetry #little

Cody Reggio-Brown Nov 2018

Sonata

I've spilled a song
A tale in C-Flat
Minor of course
Not for the harp, a demand to struggle as piano
I am impractical
I am the tale of noise
Not a word dare question my poise
One player on piano dare not try my story
His struggle is impossible if left alone
Dual pianist may riddle my mystery
Of eleven minutes
The story of interpretation
Composition of heart and definition of blank
Determine my heart as the words you sought
It is my sonata, do with it what you want
I will breed with it a story of soul
Burn fire with coal and melt my thoughts into a whole
An instrument leak the tale
Of what I compose to speak ill of me in the lightest

#poetry #sonata

Cody Reggio-Brown Nov 2018

The Thought Process

Locked in the bubble
Disordered in stigma, afloat in carbonated herds
Not a needle to pop the process
Adrift in smokes of amber
The brain stem of my bubble is the wand from which I breathe imagination
Even when out, the dreams stay awake
Stick to and formulate the fundamental
Thoughts are always right until challenged
Swivel without a movement
The kinetics of the mindful pop with spark
Inside the bubble

The transparency of thoughts are not limited to this sphere
It may drip onto paper
Or seep into laughter
Grow alongside other bubbles of it's flock
Or pop in the array of the wand
Sound yourself as if solid
Buoyant, rising
Denser than lead, the physics of a stigma
None can see in my bubble
But a simple pop of my pencil can show the world how imagination simmers

#poetry #bubble #pop #the #thought #process

Cody Reggio-Brown Oct 2018

La Luna

Each scar is a story to tell
But a heartache is a book to be published
Only the killer can heal this wound
Of distant thoughts and forlorn dreams
Orb of white in twinkled sea of empty
To paint a frame of wonder
The riddle of guidance hidden in our satellite
Cratered land of forgotten giants
The symbol of pursuit and discovery
A world of destiny to be held in the palm

Brush memories like fresh paint
And pike the ground where the sky fell
Let it be known where the dream landed
And remember the burial as death personified
Leave the ache, keep your heart
Bury both and forget who you are
But digress one scratch and let new life blossom
The seed to the breathing, new leaves on bruises
Life needs light to grow without doubt
Goodnight Luna, maybe again you will be sky-high
Today, to abandon the night and await your new phase
For today, to begin a search for soul under kind Sol

#sol #la #luna #hello #poetry

Cody Reggio-Brown Oct 2018

In Service

Mirror, mirror
Laced in fear
Dictate my life I'm meant to steer
Consequence in wine and beer
Seek a journey I can't be near
My thoughts of glass
Are limber and shattered
With the sledgehammer of past
To be crushed and mentally scattered
I found the pieces
I put them together
I struggle to remember it forever
The pains of my action
The results of my distraction
The screams of my endeavor
To serve my mindless faction
Draft me
An architectural blueprint
To serve my life in death
And live as a hollow mint
I've done the job
To be ached as sin
To hold the weapon of man
And peel the thought like skin
As a cover of wrong and thought of different
I shoot my thoughts of new and inherent
To be on the winning side and walk away the crow
Is to peck the skin of the dying and reap what I sow

The second half of my military poetry.
I grew up in a family that fought for causes they were paid the believe in. To put that kind of admittance into words in beyond me.

#military #hello #poetry