Willi Brown Journal

Smoking Will Kill

Willi — Fri, 09 Apr 2010 14:59:26 +0000

It’s been only a few days… this is probably the 4th time this year that I’ve gone more than 2 days without a cigarette.

Ah, why do we love breathing fire? Because nicotine plays nice with the brain!

I’d like the thank the Santa Fe Natural Tobacco Company for its years of faithful service.

packets

Willi — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 19:55:17 +0000

these boxes or packets
we call transitional
            just kill me
all the missed moments
of peace and of purpose
the terrible effect
of going away or toward
    fills me w/ loss
from the hours spent
chained to loss
and gain
driving the body
      by way
of the brain
the make more,
spend less,
get sell buy oh yes
and my baby wanted blankets
and I wanted to wander
        to let
my blissful distraction
empty my pockets

clarity

Willi — Tue, 30 Dec 2008 08:10:17 +0000

clarity
limited but strong
whirling in
the universe of my senses

the street is a
wet reflection
of the sky's morning cast

no sound crosses
the chasm
that is not born of
and returning to
silence
                                                      2008

Basic Goodness

Willi — Mon, 08 Sep 2008 18:07:01 +0000

Riding into a storm
of arrows and blessings
choosing the posture
of courage and honesty
driven by love
to sing loudly
with an open heart
or to sit quietly following my breath
with eyes wide open

2007 begin

Willi — Sat, 27 Jan 2007 19:55:09 +0000

Yeah! Finally a post! Okay?

So I’ve just made a bunch of edits to my website. I am not exactly certain the ultimate purpose, nor can I say with certainty that such purpose will endure. However, I can say that January’s ending approaches… as does Life’s. Nothing lasts.

I’m hanging around Oakland like a ghost. Meaning constellates then disperses. Each day is a new day. Nothing changes.

What to say

Willi — Thu, 20 Apr 2006 02:13:49 +0000

i'm not sure
		what to say
		and who
	to say it to

is it unanimous or anonymous
	scurrilous or spurious

		do i claim my "blog"
				    own it?

or mask it 'neath some clever nom de screen

		what revolution? what truth?

			personal, local,

	global or

		universal...

as i type and watch her move
	through poses of yoga

in any infinity

	i inhale everything

& nothing

Raining Heavy

Willi — Sun, 02 Apr 2006 00:53:07 +0000

        I was about to go shower...
after my morning 

       yoga, toast, coffee & email

		but then it started
rainin' heavy

	and a
		sunday mornin' in borneo
		sound walls and rain walls

	splatters and sheets and coconut leaves

and the ceiling fan spins faster
now that the air is cool

and i sip my coffee and think of home
	and of bringin' you here.

when i look down at the bricks,
			yeah its a mess
a struggle maker puddling up

	then i look across the field
	at the depth of green waving with the storm
		through the rain screen

as if the background has come forward  now
a slanting, tropical reminder
that we are mostly water