Poems by Brown Extension

Beautiful Too

such simplicity carries a beauty full...
words cannot describe pieces of you...
thought streams...
wind through forested mountains...
pallat of mind...
placid lake in a rain fall...
echos of patter and hiss...
curling clouds of dark storm grey...
sleep branches in summer full...
shield the pockets of mirrors...
drip rings spread away.
the lunar tide high
pulls the blood to my brain
nourishing dream dwellers.
feathers white dwindle down
through space of black...
warm fuzzies in my soul.
pieces of flowing voice
high on air waves...
bleed me hollow 
to fill me with you...
that I might be beautiful too...
I kiss your feet and 
curl fetal about them in humble surrender
released within to cages soft your soul

Angel of Sight

so many people
     with so much to say
yet so little changes
     almost no change at all
thank you Jewel Kilcher, thank you Bob Dylan,
thank you D. Boon
thank you poets and painters...
musicians and lovers...
dreamers and people who truly are...
Paul Williams and Lau Tsu...
I regret and feel your remourse for the stagnant passing of time...
for the blind fear of the scared, hidden masses
pieces of us all as Jewel may say...
love is an elusive power tears wash down life's bitter medicine faces of walls concrete pedistals stand unknowingly our
way is hindered by the irrational rationallity of each other the roads are bare man receeds from the food chain to
devour himself in self deceit 
as it were we all are he... she... it... whatever... attacking language to fix empty inequallities at the expense of
comunication...
we all must get along...
we all must be...
I love you Jewel...
as a carrier of sight...
as a bringer of compassion to the world...
continue to fly as only you know how...

Futility

I have a certain eternal love for those
who create to reveal the underlying domain
of human fear and dillusion...
the frame benieth the unquestioned
structures of belief...
many are led by the
acceptance and flow
of a reality perceived.
I often wish that all could be
there below...
with the body of chaos inherent.
when my time passes to be...
I wish only to curl at your feet
and fade into the darkness.
my energy churning the tide of life...
the mist of space-time
a domain I will rest
within blankets of dispersion...
the weave is brittle
fragile strands fray pockets stretched holes
deterioration from within the tapestry unfolds
we all must die
many suffer to feed the balance
of those who feel for them
consumed with flames of futility...

-Brown Extension