Life is a test
A series of choices
Your time here is measured
By the venom in your voices
Give unto others without reservation
Help your neighbor
With no hesitation
Feed the hungry
Offer a hand
Become an inspiration
Open your mind
Start a revolution
Inspire a change
To create the solution
With our eyes cast downward
We pretend not to see
The misery and demise
In the wake of our greed
If someone is hungry...
Cold or unloved
Offer your heart
Give them a hug
What you share
Will return tenfold
So offer a hand
Help carry the load
Offer a smile
Share your bliss
Change what is
Share your joy
Inspire others to love
We can change the world.
Somewhere along the line I broke my internal compass.
Already inhaled our poisoned water, fearful of not reaching the surface.
Never knowing the right direction, leaves me left alone.
Done so much to weather this body, not as clear cut as a broken bone.
I just feel I want to go that way.
Eye see what I want - stumble, blackout, and stray.
Script already written, but the characters are constant variables.
Knowing everything in our heads is all malleable
Reading in between the lines searching for guarantees,
Feelings come influx.. and then slowly flee
Anchor me down to anything.
Sinking into a black tar pit abyss, wondering when I'll leave.
But maybe my soul was always meant to roam foreign zones, alone, free.
It's in moments like these where to thoughts I feel shackled to, can't release.
It becomes a hassle to feel happy, struggling to properly breathe.
Maybe no world is the same as yours
Each path has perfectly placed locked doors,
That's as individual to you as what you soak into your pores.
Getting dirty, but we still want more.
It'll soon be time to graduate from our physical capabilities,
But man, how did I go so long without seeing the synchronicities?
I bleed red, I'm tired, but true.
I can't bridge past the fact that I don't know if this is for me or you.
My monster of malice,
Helps me hold high, the aluminum chalice.
Knowing these roads don't help feed my head,
Left Alice in bed for the next adequate depressant threshold
Draining my spirit and the malicious comes back-
Writing down symbols, using me as a vessel.
This dream of a life can be stressful
My walls I am enclosed in has become a mess hole.
Halls with trophies that look much like alcohol bottles.. oh wait.
Little victories! - I'm still here.
Make the liquid disappear so you can see the skewed you a little more clear.
I make the art of dying look so graceful,
Just hoping before the expiration date I left you with something tasteful.
My genes are tearing at the seams.
Glittered with fractured beams of half- hope
Slipped down the rope before I saw the light
Shining down on disappointment.
Been joyously walking to the liquor store for my alcoholic ointment.
Too much cancer, fresh internal scars, and airbrushed perspectives.
It's too bad we mostly only look at our exterior when being reflective.
Sex becomes a place where we can forget.
It happened for more than hormones, yet many tend to regret.
People can run off course and divorce themselves when intercourse leads to remorse
But the choice is yours.
Then we develop new feelings whether intended or not.
A home for new wounds, just waiting to clot.
We're simply riding through life chemically imbalanced,
Happiness turns to madness, sadness, numb.
Jumping from this feeling to that, this person to them.
Firing more into the overworked synapses that overreact through connection
When you clash with your mind, and embody all it's destructive four course meals
It eventually takes control over your entire life, robbed blind, an easy steal.
Peel away each sentence, and bask right now in the surreal,
Make a deal to be your divine self and let the soul show ya what's real.
In these very limited bodies, currently, time is currency. *
With your unlimited potential act purposefully-
Spend the ticks wisely to enrich your soul.
Mind plays tricks from time to time, never let it have control
Open your third eye and dare to be bold
Strengthen vibrations with intent to share the love
and you'll be riddled with appreciation without deviation,
From the heaven within us all, to the heavens above~
But I trust our spirits know our way around the blueprint.
Despite the many unseen forces, forever at play.
Look deeper into the depths like an enthusiastic student
Reality is just a matter of what you believe; namaste~*
The everything that I am
has a special space reserved for the happiest moments
When I am in that space, being happy, being myself - and
When you are in your space, being happy, being free, being beautiful
My inner creative spark finds yours
We can create such beautiful things, you and I
When we are both within ourselves and eachother
We are one
We are happy
We are free
We are divine
shiva knew from ashes, what we from
baring bodies claim to know, that
down-dogs in the buff sets vanity aside,
if not by force then over time
along with any pretzel pose, or
tapas, work, or sweaty hopping
balance challenge deeper rhythm breath
revealing limits undenied and beauty
now revised for harmful lies to go.
beginning nude and ending nude
the mirror is the sun, the blue
horizon line of thought of one.
to bend is in the mind as well,
the keener meaning flexible
of soulful empathy of self.
the class ends in corpse and being
apparels us only with the same light
we know and bow in namaste
to saunter to the beach and swim away communal heat.
i'm underwater soon,
three hours of dominoes
fading into deep greens
of algae kumbhaka pranayam. released.
the pond-bottom gasps at me with silt, such
delight shining darkly cool and shouts
jump in bubbles at the greenrays
piercing sweetly down to play our bodies perfect.
this is an existential feast.
old rocks on which to stand connect our feet,
waterslip awareness of the deep
and of the sky
gives rise to touching 'accidents' --
we clothe ourselves in thinner veils
we talk of history and elders, while
hormones sparkle greetings stroking clear we swim
in circles slowly, diving down and playing at pretend.
'adults being children' being adult in reserve
being 'natural' being nude,
discreet in underwater lust...
'i love you' our dripping eyelashes say
against the hot raft that burns our skin;
above the surface
neutral for the genitals we are
evaporate of self-seeing worry not
to spash each other's souls.
kindred lovers elsewhere whine possession
of us, but 'living, you said, isn't about being safe,'
seducing all, at every turn, an unabashed
reflex there to be desired in.
beachbathers, nubs of pink, tan and brown
shine unbroken at the shores.
occasionally waving 'nonjudgmental' waves.
sunglassed faces work away at being easeful:
assuaging fears of voyeurism far
i have set the wall to play vairagyam
naked in the open family value smiles
leaving me to judge our acts undone
or sensed beyond the moment in the center shade,
beneath our floating hiding place
our echoed panting speaking more surreal
than just the treading water in my space
you spit the teasing offer naturally
while hidden in the middle of a lake
our shocks of pleasure, gleaming eyes
in echoes brahmacharya pulls
with spinal lock of spiral loving this
we cannot have our vibrate bliss
i name it potently for what it is,
it cools the loins enough for
i duck in and out with image firmly planted
playing on an unreal living all
but not before imagining
the details stored away and swept together:
in that single moment apex entrance
of our carnal members swaying into
the ladder slips along my sides
weaving up unbreathing giddiness, as
nubile, as young forever yearnings mar until
i hook my toes and float for you
clad by sun and sky, clearest ripples
flick the lips of vastness into grin
reflects your dive,
spread silouette above
you fly into my breath
to pinnacle the dance we live
without an act we guard propriety
until alone and years have gone
i'm here before a screen to live it over differently
The divine in me
the part of me
that ashes her
all down her top
who wears someone
else's black rimmed
they're the wrong perscription
but there's no reason
the world shoudn't
appear a little blurry
hearts are farther away
than they may seem
behind the thin
layer of skin
that protect them
If I were a zombie
I'd eat hearts instead
that way I'd know
what it was to taste love
I've had enough of people's
thoughts and opinions
I wanna taste the ache
for a change
and ingest the chambers
that held all your exs
the divine in me
eats the divine in you
There's a world inside you and me.
We genuflect to all being one in truth.
Beauty is held together by a prayer.
There is peace in a vision of this greeting.
Yoga is the shape and meaning of love.
Our respect synchronizes us into grace.
Energy blossoms in everyone's life.
We bend like crescent moons to each other.
In every heart there is a divine spark.
We will forget what pulls us apart.
Our eyes shall be closed to pride.
We bow to the equality that inhabits us.
We honor this entire cosmos of light.
Namaste to the setting and rising sun.
I turned it off
When I found out
Physical form meant more than
When I found out that
Age matters when you have too much
Looks when you don’t have a certain one
When they meant something different
something estranged from my previous understanding
I know my body is not me
only a part
they wanted that part
without wanting only me
I turned it off
They all wanted something much less
than I am willing
You do not understand the meaning when I say
you are beautiful
I turned it off
You are not able to fathom a comprehension when I say
I love you
I turned it off
Life has instructed
give it to self always
to the ones called family
the select few that are called friend
Show it to the world
but don’t let the world abuse it
But in that concentrated way
where two become one
I turned it off
Its disrespectful to the concept
for me to treat you according to the concept
when I see
when I know
before it all started
before your scent first touched the air
you have no awareness of the concept
There are about six degrees of separation from
what you think it is
what you thought it was
what you have been shown it to be
what you attempt to offer me
and that which it actually is
that which I was willing to offer you
I don’t believe there is a single one
there is the one you make it work with
must also be willing and able to make it work with
you don’t exist
I realize now
you never did
square pegs forced into round holes
mistakes all listed above
I turned it off
Only a truly naked self
has any right
to turn it on.
© Christopher F. Brown 2013
We were the transient children
marching to break the barrier
between nightness and dawn
whispering immigrant secrets
of our fathers
lying on rooftops yelling
arrays of stars
racing racing racing
hearts as we crawled
down fire escapes to
~ i am a preamble, seeking to evolve ~
~ my every emotion, thought and deed, cascades, consequence ~
~ your every touch forever impacts, in cascading consequence ~
~ we are all sacred, equal in our worth, may we each, behave so ~
~ paradoxically ~
~ our security is rooted in our acceptance, of insecurity ~
~ our cyclical attractions, and repulsions ~
~ are the forces which bind us ~
~ while i don’t understand all the motivations ~
~ or all the machinations ~
~ of the forces applied, to divide, conquer and control ~
~ i deem they are parasitic, and thus ~
~ reliant upon our cooperation, to survive ~
~ when i haven’t worked myself out in perfect coherence ~
~ i’m in no position to pass judgments upon any other ~
~ in absence of fraud, deception or manipulation ~
~ embracing sovereignty and free will ~
~ i vow ~
~ to wage peace, cooperation, creativity and love ~
~ to seize opportunity to nurture ~
~ our garden planet ~
~ as a humbled gardener ~
~ there is no spoon ~
~ it was only an illusion ~
~ there are no sheep ~
~ just tactics to divide, and distract ~
~ we are only ~
~ children and parents ~
~ friends and lovers ~
~ sisters and brothers ~
~ cosmic conscious explorers ~
~ shaping our reality ~
~ nurturing OUR Garden ~
~ namaste ~