Word Painting By +Brian Ernest Brown, CWC It is often said,a picture paints a thousand words. It is also true,that words can paint a vivid picture. Albeit sometimes,the phrase, fuck my life, says it all.
Category: Poetry, Prose & Prayer
Poetry, prose, prayer, and other writings.
Poetry, Prose & Prayer
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Good Intentions
Good IntentionsBy +Brian Ernest Brown,CWC 11 March 2001 Oh, how my good intentionsswirl around me throughout the day.Like ghosts they seem to haunt me,but they never fly away. Those gossamer threads they lead me,down a well worn path in life.A path I’ve taken too often,a course that’s wrought with strife….
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Hoping For Resurrection
on the back of an ass riding into town faint praise turns to criticism all too often in a garden of woe lies are the seeds and betrayal is the perennial bloom thorns are treacherous hanging betwixt heaven and earth suffering and forsaken lost and alone crying out love and…
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Gift of Love
loveit’s alli have to givei made it for you and you aloneit was created from my image and experience of youit’s an original work of art crafted by me for you alonei’m sorry it may not be what you wanti’m sorry it may not be what you needit’s all i…
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Desires of the Heart
What do I desire? I desire freedom, the kind that encourages unconditional love and self-expression. I desire intimacy and by that I don’t exclusively mean sex. For me intimacy, begins with small shared experiences between people – a touch, a whisper, an embrace, a kiss, a caress, a breath, a…
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Litany of Thanks for Diversity, Empowerment, and Reconciliation
This is a litany I composed for the opening prayer at a workshop on Gender Identities and Our Faith Communities sponsored by PFLAG and held at St. Paul’s Episcopal Church in Fayetteville, AR November 8, 2014. What a dynamic, courageous, and passionate group of folks. I was very honored and…
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Inevitable
Like a sunset, some things are inevitable. And too like a sunset, the inevitable may just be as welcomed. Darkness is near and it will be time to rest. It is inevitable.
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Masts at Dawn
Masts at Dawn By Robert Penn Warren Past second cock-crow yacht masts in the harbor go slowly white. No light in the east yet, but the stars show a certain fatigue. They withdraw into a new distance, have discovered our unworthiness. It is long since The owl, in the dark…