Christopher F Brown

Christopher F Brown May 2015

You think because your skin is wrinkle and blemish free
you have achieved a great feat of life

being thirty
or forty
or fifty-three
looking 23 ***

The last book you read
was only done so that you can name
the last book you read

Your soul is as paper thin
as is your skin

hold on
yes
your shell, vehicle, vessel
and its drapings, anointings, adornings
are very beautiful

you do know that
none of that at all
is actually you

your body fat percentage and credit score
is as important to you
as the birth of your children
as the day of your first wedding
as the day of your second divorce

hold on
yes I'm calling you shallow

hold on
no I'm not saying that I'm better

I will say at least
what I do
I do because it has a purpose
I do because it has a meaning

I know that lives are more important than taxes and their brackets
I know that you do not stay
just because of what others might say if you go

What you do is because. . .
What you believe is because. . .
Right down to the very words you choose

why do you do anything that you do

that’s right
go ahead and say it

© Christopher F. Brown 2015

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Christopher F Brown May 2015

For Dana

For Dana

Woman
Sister
Mother

No matter the title or label
None fully define that which is
You

That which is
Dana

Studying your hands I’ve learned
all things are possible
even though you make them seem effortless

Studying your soul I’ve learned
true strength is limitless and unmatched

Studying your arms I’ve learned
true love is unconditional

Thank you Dana
for being the first woman in my life

Thank you Bennie
for being the first sister in my life

Thank you Ma
for being my one and only
Mother

©Christopher F. Brown 2015

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Christopher F Brown May 2015

Future Idols

when the war is over
what then

there is no road that leads back to
before

we pin all of our hopes and fears
on this
future
that has yet to be determined
But has already been paid for completely

in blood
in tears
in regret and sorrow

when the war is over
what then

only a few manage to escape the past
until we war again

©Christopher F. Brown 2015

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Christopher F Brown May 2015

A Writer, Maybe

what is it about writers
we put words to emotions
to experience
to life

life others are afraid to acknowledge
maybe

experience others may have had
Or have not had
maybe

emotions others have equally laid with
possibly more
maybe

words are vehicles

writers speak not of the contraption that brings about motion
a writer speaks of the navigator that discerns direction

©Christopher F. Brown 2015

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Christopher F Brown Mar 2015

Denial

How could you look at a plant and call it equal
If you can't even look at the animal and do so

How could you look at a animal And call it equal
If you can't even look like at the female and do so

How could you look at the female and call her equal
If you can't even look at one other than one And do so

desperately seeking other
can not handle same

Truth has always been
So lies became

How could you expect me
You don't even respect you

we are not
we should not
be visually same

the internal is already so
the truth is already so

I can not extend in full to him
What he does not
What he will not
comprehend

He denies self
even to self

What is a seed of love worth to those whom work hate

How can they see me
as anything but other
when they are totally blind
to self
to same

©Christopher F. Brown 2015

Christopher F Brown Mar 2015

Third Eye Feedback

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

Christopher F Brown Mar 2015

Leroy Green

you are a sacred space

art
all art

is a reflection of environment
environment inside
environment outside

you are a sacred space

©Christopher F. Brown 2015