Midnight
Posted by cfbrown (कवि) in Uncategorized on October 13, 2012
We call it midnight
Old English
New
it betrays us
In truth
It is newday
It is Morning
No one should weep
No one should suffer
This newday
Holds no sorrow
Knows no pain
Awake
And not morn
Awake
And not ponder things of yester
The middle And the night
Has past
©Christopher F. Brown 2012
Worst Nightmare
Posted by cfbrown (कवि) in cfbrown.com, Christopher F. Brown, poetry, Worst Nightmare on May 12, 2013
If I told you my dreams
You’d lock me up
Say I was crazy
Tell the world
I was a liar
That would be
If
You believed me.
Instead
you act as if you never knew me
Act as if
what was said
Was not what happen
Act as if
it did not
ALL
come to pass
Instead you act
Maybe you play
Pretend that you cant see me
Pretend that you don’t see the mirror
Very well
Ill pretend I don’t know that you know
Ill pretend that the silence does not deafen me as much as it does you
Ill pretend that you are mute as well
Ill pretend that we did not lift our blind folds
seeing our swords totaled four
Ill pretend that your soul does not scream
Ill pretend like I cant tell
Like you do
Ill pretend as if it were all
A dream.
©Christopher F. Brown 2013.
Worst Nightmare
Posted by cfbrown (कवि) in cfbrown.com, Christopher F. Brown, poetry, Worst Nightmare on May 12, 2013
If I told you my dreams
You’d lock me up
Say I was crazy
Tell the world
I was a liar
That would be
If
You believed me.
Instead
you act as if you never knew me
Act as if
what was said
Was not what happen
Act as if
it did not
ALL
come to pass
Instead you act
Maybe you play
Pretend that you cant see me
Pretend that you don’t see the mirror
Very well
Ill pretend I don’t know that you know
Ill pretend that the silence does not deafen me as much as it does you
Ill pretend that you are mute as well
Ill pretend that we did not lift our blind folds
seeing our swords totaled four
Ill pretend that your soul does not scream
Ill pretend like I cant tell
Like you do
Ill pretend as if it were all
A dream.
©Christopher F. Brown 2013.
Weltschmerz / Death of an Empath
Posted by cfbrown (कवि) in cfbrown.com, Christopher F. Brown, poetry, Weltschmerz / Death of an Empath on May 10, 2013
It happens when you see
when you try
felt when you do nothing
known
because you cant
Its not real
because it is
more tangible to those that know the heart has hands
visible to the third eye
Its one of the first things it sees
the center of any pit of any hell
it is poison
destructive is it’s scale and can not measured by the mankind that made it
it is death claiming souls
some
never knowing they were ever alive
only knowing. . .
only wanting. . .
escape
They told you from a very
youngold
age
“Stop being so sensitive.”
As if they knew what you were sensing
As if they knew your
youngold
tears had
anyeverything
to do with them.
You don’t have to say anything
you don’t have to acknowledge
youandi feel
youandI know
IandI
youandyou
themandthem
they
were never meant to be separated
because
IandI
youandyou
themandthem
YOUANDI
WE
sense the hurt
feel the pain
of being artificially shifted upside down
continuing forever in a state that was not meant to be continually separate
was only meant to teach the fundamentals
so that the whole would greatly benefits from its wonderful and beautiful separate parts
You don’t have to say anything
You don’t have to acknowledge
You cant stop seeing it
You chose to open your third eye
You realize now that you can not shut it
You see that theirs is still turned in
You try to speak to their soul
they do not belive they have one
You try to speak to their heart
they do not know it has ears
You convince yourself that its not your responsibility
and gave up trying to explain
I know
You cant stop being so sensitive
The challenge
the quest
the struggle
the fear
the hurt
is
can
should
will
they
every know
every feel
ever
be more
©Christopher F. Brown 2013
Clouded View
Posted by cfbrown (कवि) in cfbrown.com, Christopher F. Brown, Clouded View, poetry on January 20, 2013
I don’t want you to think
Strange I know
I want you to understand
From a place so rooted in your soul it goes back to seed
I want you to feel
Beyond your senses capacity
Beyond your collective sensory experience
I want you to know
Passed any apirorical intuition
Passed any empirical explanation
If you do not grasp your individuality
How can you comprehend our humanity
African
Asian
European
Lies against earth
Nationalism
Patriotism
Lies against the universe
Do not confuse pride and place
Lies against creation
One is never many but many are the one
Flesh is drapings for the spirit
Without
Interface with the physical becomes difficult
I wish for you to absorb the intensity
How I pray for all to see
You
How I pray for the bravery not to hide
Me
©Christopher F. Brown 2013
Oakland
Posted by cfbrown (कवि) in cfbrown.com, Christopher F. Brown, Oakland, poetry on January 16, 2013
Do I LOVE my city
As much as anyone can love an inanimate object
I am PROUD to say,
“I started being a citizen of this Earth
A resident of this universe
there.”
Great and revolutionary is the company I’m amongst.
You know his name
The cat that was proud and black
The genus namesake that saw it in all of us
The genus namesake that fought for and taught us how to fight the fight
He came from the block I’m from
They told him he was from Berkeley
Some said Emeryville
He made the city of Oakland household
I wont be like others
Not mention how bullets fly in number like seagulls at the dump
Not mention how the mayor would rather pose for a picture
Has no comment or just lies when asked,
“What’s the plan to stop people’s loved ones from dying before the age of old?”
I wont be like others
Not mention how corruption runs so deep it possess arterial veins
Not mention how children that live a block away from schools can not attend them
The city sold them to another and no one seems to care
Not mention how gentrification is an institutionalized city program
Not mention legendary pimps and drug dealers
Coffins carried away by carriages
Pimps so famous movies change their names.
I will mention
Oakland was the place to hear Jazz on the west coast
Before the post office came with imminent domain
I will mention
Oakland’s level of artistic talent still resides it pulsates the air
Slams, open mic nights, and comedy shows
Three men that called themselves Tony
Or was it Toni
Maybe it was Toné
Sistas that were always En Vouge
We all knew where Mr. Cooper lived
Controversial Todds and their height
Dancing hammers that were too legit to quit asking if you had seen her
Oakland was the place where 357 girls went wild and loose
Had you going crazy saying,
“Yeah, Yeah, Yeah”
Brothas that were Luniz and had five on whatever you had
Krazy dudes times three that now preach
Least we forget a man that taught us how to do the humpty hump
Introduced the world to a man speak on how he got around
I remember when Will Smith and Whoopi made that movie at tech
My friend’s cousin’s sisters’s best friend’s ex swears he was in it
I will mention
Festivals at the lake and the lake its self
I wish every year the festivals would come back
I will mention
Little hole in the wall places that make the best cup of coffee you’ll ever get outside of
Ethiopia or maybe Eritria
Bookstores carrying the name of Marcus
The memory of a Soul that carried a Beat long before
Black entertainment was bastardized by television
Like Romans we too have our own Coliseum
We watched the A’s battle like green and gold gladiators
We cheered regardless if the Raiders won or loss
Cares were tossed into a black hole
for a day
When people mention
Harlem
Chicago
Atlanta
New York
I say
This is not
The city across the bay
This is
Oakland
©Christopher F. Brown 2013
When I Speak
Posted by cfbrown (कवि) in cfbrown.com, Christopher F. Brown, poetry, When I Speak on January 15, 2013
When I speak
I want it to be as if the gates of hell hath opened
Releasing a fire deep from its heart
Consuming all repose
Claiming all its kin
Only that which is pure from heaven
Or blessed there of
Remains
When I write
I want it to be as if the first to ever etch a form of meaning for another to comprehend
Guided my hand
Allowing only truth to take shape
Allowing all that is real to transcend time
Not that my name live forever (“if it did I would not complain.” the flesh speaks.)
That which is Art remain.
When I love
Let it be the only word needed
©Christopher F. Brown 2013
Critique Of Something Thought To Be, But Not, Love
Posted by cfbrown (कवि) in cfbrown.com, Christopher F. Brown, Critique Of Something Thought To Be, But Not, Love, poetry on January 14, 2013
“Ridiculously and offensively in love
Openly aggressively and disgustingly
Happy.”
Someone once wished me
Kissing in the coffee shop
Laughing at the movies
Fighting in the parking lot
Fucking like we just met
Making love the likes we’d never forget
I remember
There
It was good
It never really meant anything more
There were fun times
More bad than good
Reasons
Why you’re not here now
Why I’m not
There
You had many different faces
Different voices and shapes
Still
You moved in the same manner
Spoke the same words as the former
Disguised them in spiritual simile
Methodical
Monotonous
Metaphor
You can not change your soul
You can not hide from those whom you’ve sired
You can not shield yourself from those whose spirits you’ve nursed
Attempted enucleation of my third eye
I’ve already given love my heart
© Christopher F. Brown 2013
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