You know the truth

Already in your heart

Intuition

Has all answers

From the start

As roses

Don't ask how

They just bloom

Upon the bough

Be still

And truth unfolds

Within your heart



Copyright Louis Brown

The spoken language is not always clear
So just to make our points right here
We've learned to hush our lips
And talk with fingertips
Love is spoken here

Our body language is our text
Heading for what's coming next
Mutual admiration
Close communication
Love is spoken here

And the bruises of the day are swiftly healing
Nothing comes between us but good feelings
Shadows touch and lips combine
We leave the grinding day behind
Love is spoken here

It works out great we both agree
To stop the words for our recipe
When shadows blend with night
We always get it right
Our meanings come across to you and me

And the bruises of the day are swiftly healing
Nothing comes between us but good feelings
Shadows touch and lips combine
We leave the grinding day behind
Love is spoken here

You tug
            tug
                tug

on my heartstrings again.


They say,

"Do what you must,
just don't let him in."

one, two, three--
close your eyes
and you will see.

four, five, six--
after we end
the clock still ticks.

Give me your secrets,
give me your lies.
I'll hide them away
in the back of my mind.

I'll tell you I love you,
you'll tell me the same.
You think it is perfect,
I don't remember your name.

'Cause it all melds together
in one big metal ***,
full of stories and memories,
now just ashes, the lot.

I am there
but time is standing still
though the river rushes past
to remind me of the grave grip of gravity,
the rolling of this tiny rock
and the necessary fiction of minutes

no wound clock woes me
no hunger torments me
no trail awaits my feet

I am there
with my line to the depths I know hold treasures
blocked from my deluded eyes
by reflections of blue-gray skies

a simple tug on my wrist
pulls me farther from the burdened banks
to which I must ultimately return
but not for an eternal while
while my line is taut
and the curse of time is not
menacingly marching
in this dreamy flow

The softest beach of sunburnt sand
Comes flush with waves of turquoise warmth
At the tips of my hand

A fresh breath of air puffs my skin
Feisty coconut and cucumber scents
Fight in the influence of the wind

Pushing backward with a quickening allure
At arm’s length the beauty bows
Breaking each edge, the whitening pure

With a subtle pull each wave hits shore
Then water ebbs its playful game
Returning again for a little more

In a way serene, my defenses lay bare
Staring Life face to face, with tactile reassurance
I grasp for strands of ocean hair

Already today
I’ve forgotten your name,
although it’s written
all over my body.

On my hands that you held
that November night,
on my forehead you kissed
when we said goodbye.

In my eyes that you loved,
on my shoulders you hugged,
on my back you admired
in the hot summer sun.

If I want to remember
your name these days,
I just look at my body,
for there you will stay.

But I don’t want to remember,
I want to forget
I want to live life
and remove you from it.

I want to close my eyes
and not see you
behind my lids
when I feel the bruise.

So I’ll stare straight ahead,
I’ll follow the sun.
For if I look down at my body,
I’ll come undone.

Baby, I can’t help it.
You make me wanna smile.
You make me wanna crawl into
your world a little while.

But all that’s just a memory,
some papers in my drawer,
some playlists and some post it notes
all scattered on the floor.

I think I’ve lost my footing,
I think I’m falling down,
I think I’m gonna topple
face first on the ground.

You’re trying to trip me,
to push me on the floor.
Is this all we have in store for us?
Or is there something more?

A Beast of a man in appearance and soul,

A silhouette of her memories chilling him cold,

Sitting alone with his thoughts hating time,

Screaming inside trying to shatter his mind,

Immune to pain from his love of Roses,

The beautiful thorns struck vivd poses,

His love was a curse, She laid it herself,

A disease, a sickness, It shattered his health,

It occured at first sight of this beauty, This Belle,

Time had been spent she was treating him well,

His eyes wet with tears, His cold heart growing warm,

Foreshadowing revealed the oncoming storm,

She had to go away with a promise of return,

He gave her a ring and his voice had been stern,

He brushed her cheek gently and said very clear

"Remember my love, Im always right here"

After being home and revisitng her life,

She decided to stay, an unsuspected knife,

With the last of his soul he picked a final rose,

In the dark of his castle where the sun never rose,

Be it magic or hope the rose never dies,

Never to be witnessed by another Belles eyes,

He locked it away, Hidden without fail,

You say youve heard this? An old Fairytale?

I guess it is close. Similar at least,

Look closely my friend.. I am the Beast.