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science is the study
that fragments nature and my mind.
it was the inevitable
parting of ways.
as my son chose me and lit the more
delicate traces
so I could trace back.
Sankofa.

it's theories must be
erased from my senses.
so intwined in my perspective.
my people carry me through the mess.
to the other side, where really
it all makes sense.
once, I questioned
everything.
all the holes science creates
by the hands of its very nature.

equations are written in our souls.
not the miracle revelations of
science.
but the simple observations of
time.
disconnected from our land
we too get broken down.

our nature is to build
create, create, create
once our nature is reaffirmed,
within,
we begin to recognize our creations.
realize our manifestations.
our power.
our God-like structure.
it's happening all over.
our intelligence as a species
is aligning with our wisdom.
the heart naturally awakens
along with inner vision
followed by revolution!
the origin, here, now.
not always black or white …
more like somewhere in between.
 Jan 2015 Wendell A Brown
Curing
An ode to darkness eschewing light,
Why not?
Her beauty,
it transcends sight!

Radiance reflected.
Incandescent revelry.
Each heartbeat supernova we can feel but never see.

As faithful as true love appears,
her touch incurs your deepest fears.

A broken-hearted serenade...
of choices better left unmade...

Memories burn as touches fade.
Thus, my heart, I barricade.

Here! Love, not armies would invade!
It was new years day
I remember it like it was yesterday
We had a birthday party for my nephew
Everyone was there and I loved you
I told them all what I would do
I'd ask to marry you
You said yes
I was pleased
But I remember from then on
It was diseased
I loved you
More than you ever me
I couldn't help the jealousy
But that night I caught you
At the Wally Mcgees
That made me absolutely crazy
All I could think about;
Was that **** Beatles song
Where they sat on a cornflake
And pigs ran from a gun
  
I couldn't help what I done
I had to do it,
You were causing me too much pain

But I ended it
My pain I mean
With a knife in her vein
I guess you could say
That I was **Mad Hatter
This is fiction writing.. I have not killed anyone nor do I wear a hat, although I may be a tad mad.
last i saw your face,
i passed by without any trace.
thought i could say hi or so
but we weren't quite on our toes.

til then im left with remembrance of you,
of how we could have been
i could never get that through,
but it's time instead i let myself win.

i am missing who you used to be,
around me as if, it was all easy.
but i should shake that away.
for you were the almost lover that i had, but you went and stray.
If I held out my hand
would you take it ?
it's warmth ready to permeate your soul
but what would it tell you of me ?
the scar on my finger
the wrinkling skin
the crooked pinkie
the gnarl on my thumb
stories to be told
if you would only take hold.
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