December 2006
Fiction:
Nonfiction:
Poetry:
With tactful discernment Im writing with purpose,
Emanating with outcry for backup to surface.
Concern, It provokes me to stand up and lead,
Though Im still young, I am strong and willing to bleed.
Lethargic, Evil wrong do'ers with greed on their brain,
Will most certainly attempt to keep me contained.
But with help, good advice and the will of our father,
In my life I can help bring a cease to the slaughter.
If the good would unite in congresses of masses,
Not a worldly power could touch nor harass us.
Our voice would be heard and a change could take place,
Seems Inherent to those, Prejudiced about race.
So rise up and be heard, Proudly plant your feet firm,
Revolution begins when we use what we've learned.
All the knowledge, We've gained about histories past,
Proves, The way the worlds headed, Its not gonna last.
Careless leaders ignore with neglect while they rule,
Playin' unaware and weary out to be fools.
Though we have been and still are, We always may be,
Slighted, 'less the good congregate in unity.
So I ask before ending my plea to mankind,
Why do we follow devils, So deaf dumb and blind?
If I stand up for humanity and the will of the majority,
I know I will be scrutinized by biassed white authority.
But righteously my love for mankind will prevail,
'Cause my only alternative is bow out and fail.
I wanted to touch the end of the horizon
Traveled all the way
Ended up in your eyebrow
I wanted to pick a pearl from the deep ocean
Ended up in your honeycomb
Wanted the taste of nectar
Found in your lips
I wanted Peace
Where else
But in your Dovey-White bosom
Your body sculpted
Chiseled
With Time's fingers
Lay softly in my lap
Peace writ all over
Glomming in my warmth
Receiving
Giving
Osmosis of desires
Pouring out in the silence of the Deep
What is more love?
More than one man can handle
Is his attraction found in the wind?
Is his answer the flickering of a candle?
What is more love?
More than 98.6 degrees
That's the norm or so they say
Like being green's the only color for leaves
What is more love?
Connections more than the eye can see
All the smells, all the sights
All in the mind like telepathy
What is more love?
Is it the ability to hold back?
To stare into the face of passion
To balance on that second whether or not to act
What is more love?
Does it rage all against pure logic?
Do they dance around like a fulcrum?
Are theirs the eternal frolic?
What is more love?
Probably why there are set limits
S'probably why time broke itself down
So that we could enjoy it in minutes
What is more love?
I'm thinking it's the rest of our lives
Just spread out so we can enjoy it
Just enjoying it one day at a time
Copyright 2006 TK Brown
I see the diamonds in your eyes,
tarnished from the lies,
accumulated from many a night,
sitting with this plight.
the damage is extensive,
for while my mind lies pensive,
you sleep and see dreams,
while many a twisted plot he schemes.
Plots to break your heart;
Not even whole from the start,
this paranoia runs deep,
through your mind it will creep.
Crippling all other thoughts,
from his lies that you bought
He thinks only of himself,
from your love, he has wealth.
I see your diamonds, bright.
No longer tarnished from the fight,
forever your eyes will sing,
sorrow no longer will they bring
Once in a Blue Moon
Or almost like a snowflake in June
Is when Ill show the feelings of my heart
The ones I wish not to engage in or start
Once in a Blue Moon
Or when the coming of the new era is soon
Is when Ill show the contents of my mind
The ones that reside deep and are benign
Once in a Blue Moon
Or when the Sun sets at noon
Is when Ill show the makings of my soul
Its very essence and its whole
Once in a Blue Moon
Or when the birds can no longer carry a tune
Is when Ill reveal my hidden zeal
For it is held in the confines of a spiritual seal
Once in a Blue Moon
Or when the Fires of Passion become a small fume
Is when Ill unleash the truth on Loves Pyre
For you are my one and only burning hidden desire.
Art:
Music:
As soon as my head hits my pillow
My thoughts begin to overflow
I seek a retreat into Longfellow
Hoping to serenity will follow.
I want to find myself a shady spot
Work on the memories I have forgot
Count the blessings I have got
And reach out for that long shot
CHORUS:
Was it worth it to find myself again?
Ive struggled through the pain
Walked my mile in the rain
Ive made it so why should I complain.
Underneath the willow's weeping shade
Ill reminisce the price Ive paid
This success of mine delayed
My heart is no longer up for trade
CHORUS
Some will tell you not to dwell
The past is the past, just stories to tell
For me I had to revisit my hell
Shed my tears and say farewell
CHORUS
I can finally see the light
The darkness has cleared after my fight
The sadness is gone, I have new sight
Peaceful, calm all feels right.
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