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Timothy Brown Dec 2012
To have questions is a blessing
To have no answers is a curse
like a song without music
or a verse
No beat to bob your head
just silence in your headphones
louder than a gospel chorus
Breathing won't cool your porridge
per se
Looming thoughts are howls in the forest
Not day
And your a long way
from home
Hello, Hi, Shalom
barely phase the surface as you roam
inside your mind's cage.
Can't turn the page
cause the book is glued together.
Like feathers
Confidence falls from the sky
as you drip-dry
fresh from a sea of doubts.
You can build a house
with hay
but hey, bricks can be thrown
when the wolves are at bay.
Part 8 of the Kutisha series: Mashaka
© December 16th, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown Dec 2012
I am completely amazed by your grace and beauty tonight.
© December 15th, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown Dec 2012
Capillaries are the river's replacements
In the basement
of these globes
are  roads
life has yet to probe
pave
or scathe
wraiths roam
at gloam
with forlorn
echos etched into morning dew
Their worldly remains
lost in-between
Osiris' domain
My eyes are blood splattered atlases
© December 14th, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown Dec 2012
When your name leaves my lips
I'm reminded of your kiss .
Each letter caresses this tongue
as yours in moments of bliss.
© December 13th, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown Dec 2012
Peel
back the layers of your
clothes
Expose
the truth of your
soul
In bare
skin
From the scars on your
shin
to the
pin
in your
shoulder
Let your fingers
run along the cigarette
holder
gaze in awe
Hum the
rhythm
as you witness the most perfect
poem
**You
Im noticing how punctuation limits my form
© December 12th, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown Dec 2012
I...
I...
I can't find words
to properly observe
my absurd
feelings.

I'm dealing with
A lack of a fifth
appendage.
I'm missing my thumb

Well...
Well...
Well like an appendix,
I'm useless
for your senses.
Sensing

your numb to me
your like Nestle
chocolate is addicting.
and soothing

But...
But...
But I went to rehab
where I met Ahab
who was on Jihad
cause of some white girl

We realized
were hypnotized                          savages
victimized by
self-reliance
the key word being lie

Now...
Now...
Now were stagnant
spaced on various fragments
adorned with magnets
to the walls

surrounding
counting
drowning
*in cement
part 5 of kutisha series vilio
also i find a lack of punctuation helps this poem
© December 11th, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown Dec 2012
Midnight Master
appears with a bounce
Up& down faster and faster
Orange and black stripes
cause a fear of the pounce
Knowing he has an appetite
searching for something to bite
besides myself
Honey, acorns, and thistles won't do
...hmmm take him to kanga & roo
your quite the chipper fellow
Bouncing and gobbling and the day hasn't begun
where did you come from?
Do you have family or are you the only one?
I don't really like tigger...
© December 9th, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
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