The only thing they are worried about is their reflection
Who cares if they're dead or dying inside

ab shot for the gram
*** shot for the snap chat
**** pic for the dm’s

Some of them
have gotten to the place where
Their selfie
is their self

The only thing they are worried about is their reflection
Who cares if they're dead or dying inside

I could be hypocritical and say im not there
but then
how would I know it exists
You find your way
The way does not find you

*** shots on the Time Line
full nudes on tumblr
live shows on connectpal

The only thing they are worried about is their reflection
Who cares if they're dead or dying inside


© Christopher F. Brown 2016

If there was a such this as
perfect

it would be found in the
simple

A child’s smile
a mother’s love
a father’s protection

if perfect
could be theorized philosophically
placed into linguistic terms
there could be no words
no label grand enough
no construction simple enough
save only laughter

if perfect
could be understood mathematically
it would be either be a 1 or a 0
no other representations yields the same
universal and instant ease of understanding
that children instinctually grasp the idea

yet

the same children
when grown
could spend  their life exploring the complexities


If perfect
could be known on a spiritual level
it would be that moment one realizes there is a god
ascending to level of worship and devotion
others mistake them for the god they serve

or

it would be that moment when one rejects all divinity
professing that all in creation is not of creation
but of nature and nurture
the only guiding force is the will to survive  

If perfect
could be expressed in dance or music
there would only be
one motion
one note
maybe none
stillness
silence

If perfect
could be expressed on canvas or in stone
it would be such that the work would
never be started
untouched
maybe never completed
unfinished

Perfect
is as simple as knowing that one can never see one’s own face
what one knows as one’s one image
is only a reflection
what’s more is that a person is the only person that can never see ones own image
yet all they encounter sees them exactly as they are
exactly as they never can

Perfect perfection
is realization
not thought
not contemplation

Perfection is everything labeled imperfect

The only imperfect thing
is the word its self

© Christopher F. Brown 2013

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

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

Unequal


When you divide the people
You divide the power

When the power is divided
The problem multiplies

This is the algebra of the situation

The situation that poisons water
The situation that pollutes air
The situation that kicks all of the jobs out of the neighborhood
The situation that kicks grandma out of her home

Then blames you

blames you For needing to drink the poison water
blames you For needing to breathe the polluted air
blames you For needing to work for money
blames you For needing to live to have a life

There is no Unknown in this equation
There is no Hidden variables

There is only a forced set of inputs
To create a predetermined set of outputs

We the people refuse
to be functions of this destructive equation
We the people refuse
to be canceled out in this demented calculation
We the people refuse
to be anything other than people

and we the people demand
what is due to all
that are people
that are human
that are of Earth.

© Christopher F. Brown 2016

I was wondering if
is there anyone in your life telling you
you are beautiful
you are ****
you are intelligent

I wont be cliché and say all those things
even though I want to
even though I just did

I was wondering if
is there a person in your life to voice
these spirits
say these words
speak these truths about your existence

My schedule is quite flexible if the position is available

I’ll probably never say the previous to you

You don’t need
someone to flatter and praise you
the truth is its own keeper
Just as the sun does not need shade

still

There is the moon.



© Christopher F. Brown 2016

I’m not one for
Status and Privilege

I don’t want or need to be
Exclusively VIP

I don’t need a special thing
Just for me
Just because

Yes
I am a unique and wonderful creature

Yes
I can do many things most can’t

Yes
Some times
Most times
I’m the only one

We all possess god given abilities
Natural unlearned talents

the cheetah naturally being seven steps ahead of its prey
the sun issuing forth heat and light

Tell me

When you look across the hunting ground
do you not see the pack of hyena

When you gaze upon the night sky  
Hypnotized by the twinkling stars

Do you see only one

©Christopher F. Brown 2015

Virgo

The scratching sound the pen makes
as it spills its ink upon the paper

The tension
The friction

The slight resistance and minor show of force
the ink and paper perpetrate against the words
against the writer
as if to
push back

The writer channels his muse
summons his mate
performs and act of love
embarks on an endeavor much more family to *** than he will ever admit
everytime as if it were the first
the writer

creates

© Christopher F. Brown 2013