Maybe I was just supposed to meet you
The -ship we have
I forced upon us
Upon you

When I step away
You remain still
When I stop
You fade away

This was me this whole time?
That doesn't matter now!
It is early, still...

Magicians are:
Rulers of destiny Masters of will
Their fate is theirs to determine
through their own power

Magicians are never in love

Love obeys no command
Love is stronger than...
Love is more important than one could ever be
Love hates magicians


© Christopher F. Brown 2018

When you plant a good seed watch out for weeds. They will try to supersede and ***** out all good deeds.

Because weeds only grow to impede and to do misdeeds. Once freed the weeds will procede to take the lead and will have you treed, indeed.

So take heed when you plant your seed don't feed the weeds or they will breed and can make you concede.

Proof read then proceed with Godspeed.

A daydreamer,
who doesn't understand.
He took my hand,
told me the broken things.

I cut all the strings,
watched him burn.
then I wanted to learn.
Learn to end the fire.

Something I didn't know prior;
You can't start being a liar.
Then splash water on it,
when you should use an extinguisher.

In School
Read
Write
And then
Learn lessons

In Life
Learn lessons
Read
Now
Write
Poetry

Do life make you want to vent? I mean, after working your but off and you can barely pay the rent.

Well, when life presents events that's harder than cement and you relent because you can't make a dent.

Maybe it's time to represent if you feel your life has become irrelevant.

Even a life very well spent, there will be lament and discontent and it's alright to vent just don't carry resentment.

The unscrupulous cavalry shuffled aboard narrow lanes,
Cutting in line towards Jager Bomb's tether,  
Cluttered duffel bags concealing cheap champagnes,
Passing cruise ship commuter's ruffled feathers.

With their fake, "excuse me's" en route to the bar,
Coercing the conductor who's been under the weather
With smug smiles and counterfeit Cuban cigars.

Leaving the harbor three sheets to the wind
The cowards commandeered Grandparents pool chairs,
A little past midnight with no foresight of end,
An abrupt brawl broke out, fists flying through air.

A sightseeing whale trip turned into a ship from hell,
The assailants now held in a South of Wales cell.

Something I've learned about people,
is that no-one really understands perspective.
Not everyone knows just how much **** I'm going through,
even though I try my best to help them understand.
And that it's no one else's fault.
And that it's OK for me to feel worse because of it.
Something I've learned about people,
is that you have to make a huge god-**** effort to get your point across.
Even though you could just as easily hold up a sign saying 'For ***** Sake, Help Me', most people are blind to it.
And that it's not that they don't care,
It's that they don't know how do deal with it.

Something I've learned about life,
is that it really isn't what it's cracked up to be.
Not everyone gets a good deal out of it, and not everyone can be happy, no matter how well off they are.
And that people don't mean to be oblivious,
And that even if you tell them that - they'll always forget.
Something I've learned about life,
is that everyone goes through ****.
Some people have it worse off than others, but everyone assumes that their **** was worse.
And that everyone needs to shut up and listen.
And that 'everyone' includes yourself.

Something I've learned about myself,
is that I can be so **** mean when I'm not careful.
That sometimes I just need to say it straight and not worry about the consequences.
And that sometimes, it's OK to cry.
And that I shouldn't be ashamed of that.
Something I've learned about myself,
is that I need to be aware of myself.
I should stop focusing on others, and start giving a **** about myself.
And that keeping it in is only temporary,
And that eventually, we all have to burst.

but what good does that do me?
None.
because I'm still a huge ******* mess.

A woman
A mother
A human of immeasurable depth
A being of nurturing love and compassion
Could i?
If i could be so lucky, should i?
Do i have what it takes to take you on
Do i know what it takes, to go beyond ?
The arches of your doorway
The shallows of your darkest corners
To keep you sturdy,
To keep you growing in strength.
Do i have what it takes, to go the length ?
"Welcome", you said,
"to my open door policy"
"If you have any questions,
I'll open up, probably."
"But if you choose to know me,
be weary of this,
My journey has had pain, but also, unspeakable bliss
I'm too familiar of the suffering
behind the sting of a kiss
Try and break down these open doors
And my presence,
you'll be forced to miss."
After taking it in,
and giving it some thought
My mind still wonders,
my decisions still caught
So much more to you, to learn
So many more emotions to churn
Let's take it slow, let our fires burn.
I'm coming inside now sweet girl,
your trust, I'll earn.

I met a young man he was unique but found it a bit hard to speak. He said it was because people thought he was a freak.

With no support from his friends, they were to busy calling him a geek.

He got so tired of his life being critiqued, it was making him weak and life was looking pretty bleak.

Well your life is yours you don't have to sneak, at your life just take a peek. When they look at you they see mystique.

You are more precious than the most valuable antique.

Where as keeping up with the Joneses is what they seek, only havoc on their lives, this will wreak

Because what they really see is oblique which is why they keep finding themselves up a creek.

For you were made unique, just spend time developing your technique and don't freak when you go on a winning streak and become chic.

Be Unique, Develop Your Own Technique.

Life's tides can be either a good or bad ride. Good if you coincide take it in stride,

Bad if you have to much pride or try to hide, you'll be in for a rough ride.

Just glide never collide or ride cockeyed for many have found themselves

By the wayside, a lot have even died when they backslide while trying to ride life's tides.

Now if many a tear you have cried its because life's tides can misguide, come disguise as a joyride.

To bring about foolish pride which will leave you mortified.

But there's an upside. You don't need to abide if you learn to glide

You'll stop being denied become purified, able to see things from the inside.

Which will make you Bona Fide.