Why?

I wish I knew why my brothers and sisters are killing one another
Why they rob, steal, and destroy one another with drugs
Some say it is the white mans fault, some say they are just trying to survive
But if it is the white mans fault why are we so angry, and mistrustful of one another
What made us this way, how did this awful thing happen

What happen to the causes our forefathers died for, where is the freedom
Why have we enslaved our own selves, why have we accepted a lie
Why have we let someone tell us this is the way we should be, that we should hate 

Why have we come so far, endured so much, just to turn on our brothers and sisters
What would Harriet say, what would Sojourn think, would Malcolm use these means
Is this what Martin dreamed, is this what he died for, would he be pleased
Why have we come to this, what happen along the way, my brothers, my sisters
Can anyone tell me, can anyone make me understand, is this the way it should be

Why, my soul cries out Lord, my eyes are heavy with tears
Tears for my murdered brothers and sisters, that died at the hands of their own
Not by the rope of the Klan, not from the whip of slavery, but their own tribe
What kind of thing is this, why has this calamity over taken us
Can not we see as a people what we are doing, are we blind
Will we continue to walk in ignorance, will we destroy ourselves
Will our end be worse than our beginning

Why is there no love in our neighborhoods
Why is there no concern for our brothers and sisters
Why can’t we stop the madness, the killing, the drugs
Where will it end, when will our children be safe
Why is red, why is blue worth more than black

Somewhere along the way we lost sight, we lost hope
We forgot where we came from, and where we need to go
We stop trusting God, stop loving one another
My only question, what I long to know is why?

Chris Brown©
September 26, 1997

PASSION IMAGINED

Lovely woman, sensual woman, woman of desire and passion
From whence has thou cometh, like a flame from some distance fire
A fire that has kindled my hope for passion once again.

Your lovely voice and reflections of beauty are making my heart dance with anticipation
How our paths have crossed is making my see the wonder of God
I feel you have the radiance of his majesty, the wisdom of his word
Your beauty shines both outward, and inward to the essence of your soul

God has blessed you with the passion of life, love, and compassion
I am both moved and honored that I have come into your presence
Such a beautiful soul, such a light of wisdom, and knowledge
I can feel your passion in every word you speak, in every breath you take

Such passion makes me imagine what the possibilities are
How far and how deep does this passion go
I have searched both near and far for a soul full of passion
I see in you a soul on fire for God full of love
A soul full of hope, adventure, and sensual desire

Passion imagined, could your passion ignite my imagination, wonders to be explored
Are you the lady of my desire, or just a passing ship that happened by on the sea of life
Will time tell, will destiny tell, or will God prevail
Passion imagined, love desired, or reality unveiled
Such are the questions of life, God’s mysteries revealed

Whatever is the answer I want to embrace this passion imagined
To learn its essence, the source of its fire, and see where it leads
For all paths lead to a journey and all roads beg to be traveled
Only God can lead one to the right path of ones life, love and destiny

Chris Brown

April 27, 2006

My Children

My children they make me laugh, smile, and sometimes even, cry
I love each, and every one of them, let me tell you the reason why
To me they are the most precious gifts God has given me
My life would be incomplete if one of them I could not see
 To some all the fuss children create my seem a bit much
But to me I don’t think of it as such To me each one is a work of art that gives me rush
 
I pray each day that God gives me the strength, the wisdom
To show them the right way to live, and the way into his kingdom
They are so delicate, so sensitive, and for sure they want to be heard from
They march, each one to their own drum
 
This season as I think of my Children, and my love for them
I think of the Heavenly Father, his son sent him
To earth for us, and all our children  
Don't you think for this, with love we should fill them?
 
Chris Brown

The Census

Well its time to step up and be counted. This year's census is one of the most important one to us as black people. With all that is happening with us as far as affirmative action. We cannot afford to be underrepresented in this year census. 

One thing that worries me is on the long form, which I myself had to take. It is mailed out to one out of every six Americans. There are two questions on there, one is about race, and the other one is about your ethnic heritage. The one about race gives you the option of a white box if you are white. Then if you are black, the box for that says Black, African American, and Negro. 

Then there is a host of boxes for other races, such as Indian, Asian, and so on. Then several questions later they ask you the ethnic questions. This is where it becomes confusing, because if you are like me, you have a little bit of other things mixed in. I have a lot of Indian. But for this question I put African American, I think this is the one choice they give you If you are black. Even though I have the Indian mix, I pick the African American box. I wanted to make sure no matter what I counted as black. 

This is very important to check both of these boxed the same way, for there is no mistake. If you have something else in you, as far as this census go it is not going to help you if you are considered black. I am considered black no matter what I have in me. So I want to make sure I get counted as black. My kids are black and live in a black neighborhood just as I do. So I want them to be able to get all the benefits of being counted as black.

They're federal dollars at stack for community projects, hospitals, flood relief, and the list goes on, and on. We as a people must not take this lightly, or for granted. It is a very personal form, it ask a lot of personal questions. But it is important for us as race of people to get counted. To use the power of numbers. So if you are black don't come up short. Fill out the census and be counted. Remember minorities are the fast growing majority in America today.

By: Chris Brown

Black Man

 

A black man, a black man, a strong man
A black man, a black man, a proud man
A black man, a black man, a misunderstood man
A black man, a black man , an unemployed man

A black man, brought to this country by force
A black man, made to work, given no choice
A black man, freedom he couldn't have
A black man, another man made he rich

A black man, free today they say
A black man, look how far we come they say
A black man, from the cotton field
A black man, to the ghetto streets
A black man, how far we come

A black man, this country made it strong
A black man, blood, sweat, and tears
A black man, of thee I sing

A black man, how long shall he wait
A black man, how patient should he be
A black man, when will he ever get his due

A black man, being black has made him strong
A black man, being black has made his mind keen
A black man, being black has made him more determined

A black man, my brothers give not up hope
A black man, teach our children to be proud
A black man, teach them to respect themselves
A black man, teach them to be black, strong and proud

(c) 1993 Chris Brown 

A Glorious Work in GOD

 

                                                                    Art by Hulis Mavruk

 

 You are a glorious work in God
When you were made it was all good
And on the day of your salvation the angels jammed

God himself smiles down on you
Your name is declared in the heavens as God’s child
Your have privileges to drop word with King Jesus
You have word over demons, and the devil has to flee

As long as you are under the blood, you are dope
You have a new sec, and he is a real blood
Number one O-G name Jesus
He is your Lord, can’t make the sec without him

No devil, nor demon can survive on your turf
You be bad, so throw up your sign
You be taking no mess, because you dope, and holy blessed

Chris Brown© 1-12-99

In Your Eyes

In your eyes I see the loveliness that you really are
You have tried to hide it, but it still shines through
In the depths of those eyes, I can see love, compassion, and strength
 
I can see the love of a beautiful, passionate, black woman
I can see that there is much compassion
Then there is the strength that makes you the Nubian Queen that you are
 
In your eyes I can see inner, and outer beauty
I can see a desire for someone to know more than just your beauty
For someone to see the dept of your soul, and the intellect of your mind
I see the desire you have to be taken as a whole lady, not just as pretty woman
All that you are is in the essence of what shines through your eyes
 
You can be so seductive, but you also desire to be seduced
The man that takes your heart must be all so gentle
Because while you are so very strong, your heart is very gentle
Very carefully have you guarded it, but you have a desire for it to be touched
All these things I can see in your eyes, your beautiful eyes
 
Eyes that can set a mans heart on fire, eyes that hold so much passion, and delight
Such a lovely woman that you are, even when you are striving to be plan
Your beauty, your sexxiness, and passion can not be hid
It stands out so strongly, even when you are not aware
It is your essence; it is your being
It is part of the gift that God himself has bestowed upon you
 
I am so glad that I have met such a woman
Not just another pretty face, without any substance
But a woman that is a delight to behold, to the eye, and mind
You have all the essence of a Nubian Queen
I look upon you in awe, that God has bestowed such essence on you
 
Be proud lovely sister, be gracious unto God for all that he has given you
Continue to wear your crown of loveliness, and beauty with pride
Let all that you are shine through your soul
Time has been kind to your radiance
Stay strong, stay beautiful, and keep the glow of your essence
 
 
 
Chris Brown:01-02-01
 

Gentle Spirit

 There was a spirit that came into this world not long ago
It was an all so quite and gentle spirit
When born, It was so tiny, and frail
The first two years for this spirit was touch and go
But god allowed us some time with this all so gentle spirit
 
So he grew from a frail small body, into a gentle giant
We all forgot about the struggle this gentle spirit had from the beginning
We grew to love him, and take for granted that he was around
All the time forgetting the struggle this gentle spirit had to be with us
 
God has allowed us to see a gentle spirit was among us
He taught us through the briefness of this gentle spirit
The lesson of life, not to take it for granted
To always love our love ones, for they are with us for a brief moment
To take time out for one another; to share moments together
Because time can be all so brief
 
To this our beloved one, we will always remember his gentle spirit
How his spirit shone so big among us
The sweetness of his spirit will always endure in our hearts
And even though we feel lost today, we are glad that he is a t peace
God loaned him to us, and now with God is this gentle spirit
 
We love you “Pa-Nook”, and you will for always live in our hearts  
 
With love: Your Uncle: Chris Brown
 

THE DEVIL, DEMONS, AND SECRET AGENTS

 THE DEVIL, DEMONS, AND SECRET AGENTS
 
LESSON SCRIPTURES: II COR 11:13-14, II TIM 3:1-9, TIT 1:10-11, II PET 2:1-22
 
We in the church must always be aware of the devil and his device. We should realize that the devil’s main emphasis is on the church. He wants to destroy the works of God, so he wants to trap up God’s people. Just like God has angels the devil has demons, and just like God has saints, the devil has his secret agents. We must see that the devil is in control of a kingdom ( a ungodly kingdom), and he has workers or servants in his kingdom. We must also realize he is looking to expand his kingdom by taking over God’s kingdom. The devil has something fake for everything that God has. God has saints, the devil has aints, God has preachers and prophets, and the devil has his false preachers and prophets. He will set these false preachers and prophets right up in God’s church if the people are not watchful. 

 
Now we should not think it is strange when the devil tries these things. We are in spiritual war, and where there is war there will always be spies, and traitors. This is the element of war, but we also have a spy on our side called the Holy Ghost. With the Holy Ghost we can go behind enemy lines, and discover his weakness. The weapons that we are equipped with are stronger than that of the enemy, for the bible declares in II Cor 10:4; “For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strong holds.” We as Christians must not forget our most powerful weapon against the devil the word of God. “For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any two edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow,  and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.” (Heb 4:12). It is important that we know the word of God, for we can tell when someone is off. If they don’t line up with the word, its a good chance they many be a secret agent for the devil. We are also instructed to try the spirits; “Beloved, believe not every spirit, but try the spirits whether they are of God: because many false prophets are gone out into the world.” ( I Jn 4:1).   

Saint our salvation is precious and glorious, and the devil would like to steal it. But Jesus came that we might have life, and have it more abundantly. We should use all that God is offering us to fight against the devil. We shouldn’t let the devil trick and trap us up. God has declared that there is no weapon formed against us that shall prosper. Great is our God, he is able to deliver us out of everything the devil can throw at us. So let us awake and be on guard for the devil, his demons, and secret agents.
 
Chris Brown
©

GOD's Creation

 You are God’s creation beautifully made in his image His salvation is the crown of your head, his word under-girths your feet
His light of glory shines to direct your path, his righteousness clothes thee
God’s forgiveness has set you free from captivity; his grace is your companion  
Happy in him are ye all the day long, to him sing ye praises
For God’s purpose was ye made, in him you move, and have your being His mercy has overtaken you; in His majesty do you stand
Always stay humble in his sight, and God Himself will exalt you
Who can be your enemy, who can do you harm
He has set a fortress round about you, even a mighty wall
In the midst of the wall is a mighty angel
Can any fight God, and prevail
 
Marvelous is God’s creation; you are a delight in his sight When your day of salvation was declared, all the angels rejoiced
If your work here is well done, a book will be found wherein is your name
A deed, even a title will be found in that day, which will be a claim to your mansion
A celebration will be declared in heaven, death will be given a reprieve
You will enter into his rest, victory will be declared
To you will be given a rob of righteousness, washed in the blood of the Savior
 
So rejoice in the fact that ye belong to God, you are His creation
In Him you have a purpose, He has set you on the highway of holiness
Follow his leading; never take a detour, your destination being New Jerusalem
And at the end of your journey will be a crown, and a reward
Even God the Father, your Creator
 
 
 
Chris Brown©
August 22, 1997

GOD Please Talk To The Children

 

God our schools are becoming killing fields because of hate
Touch the hearts of our leaders, before it is too late
Let them know this is why schools need prayer, for evil won't be our fate

God talk to the children teach them love for one another
Teach them that they are all brothers
Color doesn't matter, and to respect the believes of others

God please let them know that they are loved
Let them know that your son has already shed his blood
They need not kill, nor hate, for it is of the evil one

God please let them know there is hope
They don't need any gang, no evil, not even dope
Let them know they should have fun, play, and jump rope

God please tell them, we grown ups need them around
Their smiling faces cheer us up when we are down
We need to hear their voices, and happy sounds

God speak to the children tell them guns kill
Tell them to hate, and kill is not your will
With happiness and joy they must be filled

God speak to their developing hearts, and minds
Teach them to love, and be kind

And finally God speak to us, the grown ups too
Because of us they do the things they do
Teach us how to raise them to listen to you

Chris Brown©
4-22-99
Dedicated to all the children that have died because of violence 
In our schools and streets.

A Walk Through Black History

 Come travel with me as we take a walk through black history,
and I hope you have your best sneakers on, because this won't be a short walk. 
The road through black history includes pharaohs,
queens, nobleman, painters, writers, musicians, inventors,
explores, and if I was to go on the list would probably cover
pages. We as black people should be proud to be Afro-Americans, our deeds have been many, our endurance phenomenal, and our accomplishments great. 
Blacks have contributed to many of the things we take for granted, such as the light bulb, telephone, shoes, lawn mower, elevator, pencil sharpener, lock, traffic light, just to name a few.

This walk through black history will be like no other walk
you have ever taken before. By the time you go through this
journey, you will be amazed at the many accomplishments that
blacks have made. Ours is a history of pride and endurance, we are a people that even in the face of adversity have shown great courage and fortitude. 
Out of the chains of slavery our forefathers forged a great history for us in America, a history that is as rich and as colorful as America itself. In 1619 a ship brought about 20 blacks to the shores of America, and I like what one author wrote about this event. 
For in the context of the meaning of America, it can be said without exaggeration that no other ship ever called at an American port with a more important cargo. 
In the hold of that ship, in a manner of speaking, was the whole gorgeous panorama of Black America, was jazz and the spirituals and Funky Broadway. Bird was there and Bigger and Malcolm and millions of other X's and crosses, along with Mahalia singing, Gwendolyn Brooks rhyming, Duke Ellington composing, James Brown grunting, Paul Robeson emoting, and Sidney Poitier walking. That ship brought blues to America, it brought soul.

Americas history is intermingled with black history, in her
history is the blood, sweat, and tears of many Afican-Americans. We have given her war heros, explores, and men of great stature. As you take your walk through black history you will see why our pride runs so deep. Many of these makers of black history were driven by a desire to improve the lifes of their fellow man, regardless of their color. 
Even though because of the color of their skins they faced many roadblocks they still forged ahead and achieved great triumph. They left behind a legacy of determination, and greatness, one that is still being followed by many blacks today. 
History is a teacher, the lesson that we can learn from black history is no matter how great the obstacle, with
pride, endurance, and determination you can make a difference. You can go as far and be as great as you want to be.

By: Chris Brown
1-95

A PLAY WITH NO AUDIENCE

My love played the stage of your heart but you didn’t clap
It gave flowers but you didn’t water
My love sung songs but they were not heard
I played a play with no audience

For love in my heart for thee was so great, but it went unheralded
What act could I bestow upon thee that would get your attention
I concluded that my heart song was one that had no ear to hear
This play that I conducted was one that would not be seen

Love such an irony, it can make the happiest of souls, or plug you to the depths of despair
Passion was in my play, every act noted it, but alas none was felt
Such a play of the heart, such a cry to be understood, but no one filled the seats
All I needed was one soul, one soul to give me her heart
But she would not attend the play, love was lost

So I send my play on the road, who will attend
I such a hopeless romantic, will one understand my intent
In all the world Lord let there be one, let not my heart die heavy
Let the words and deeds of my heart gain an audience
Let just one seat be filled at my play of life
Need I play the act alone; let this not be my epitaph

In this vast stage we call our world, let my heart have one merry act
One act in which my lead lady has love in her heart
Love that is wine for my soul, and bread for my spirit
Let not the curtain of life fall on my play, and there be no audience
This is my plea, my prayer unto thee my director
End of act, final curtain call

Chris Brown
April 28, 2007

A Journey Called Love

 

 

 This journey started long ago, how long I know not
It has taken me to valleys indescribable full of sorrow, filled with misery
I’ve seen mountaintops covered with cool glistening translucent snow
White, pure enough to eat, melting on the tongue, refreshing to the throat

I’ve traveled streams, great rivers, and mighty oceans
My ship of love is tattered, and torn from its many voyages
Love is an elusive lady; she can lay wait in every port, and not be found
She can be around every corner, lurking to be sought, and never be seen

This journey of love has taken me to the hottest deserts
Stranded me for days without food, without water
Laughed at me as I lay with parched lips, and sun-dried skin
I cried out for it to help me, to pour water on my lips
But it spit in my face, told me no, not today

For love has many personalities, it can take on many shapes, and forms
Some are kind, gentle, and attentive, while others can be very distant, cold, and cruel
To find the love you desire can be a life long journey, 
Then sometimes it will walk right up to you 

Love is a strange force, for it can be both positive and negative
It can build up as well as destroy, motivate and discourage
To find it can be ones greatest joy, or it can make the heart dead with sadness
It has been said there is a thin line between love and hate
I would say at times there is no line, no distinction

No matter where this journey called love takes me, 
I would that happiness be at the end of the journey
For sorrow is too heavy for my heart

Chris Brown©
Sept 8, 1997