Within

Darkness falls like the silken curtain of tears on a barren strand of moon washed pearls

Shadows dance beneath its beams of scattered light and broken dreams. The echoing stillness evaporating the night, brings hope and destiny to their ultimate end.

Harsh gray walls close out the gloom and end the cycle of protracted pain and yet...like the birth of a new star explodes with new life trapped in a forgotten past

A cloudless sky...a bloodless moon...a barefoot print on a deserted beach.

Darkness
Silence
Shadows aglow

Light in darkness implodes...

By:
Tarin Glenn-Brown
2010
(c)

Near Perfection

Like the fragrance of dawn wrapped tight within nights fleeting embrace, the shadows of time converge to one single point...love

It is the catalyst of wars born from its tempestuous desires and the creator of sonnets derived from a languishing romanticism coated with age and simplistic ideals...love

Decadent in its alluring nature it seeks to consume the very essence of humanity and yet, like a never-ending fire, it burns through the heart to the very soul...love

Passion leaps at its touch. Anger rages at its denial. Hope flares from its promise. Beauty emerges from its embrace...love

An intoxicating aroma overwhelming the senses creating near perfection of taste...touch...smell..an obsession of the mind enveloped in tranquil acceptance of its inevitability...love

A kinder death has never been found. A more profound birth never recorded...

Love. Near-perfection in constant motion

By:
Tarin Glenn-Brown
September 2010 (c)

Black Men Don't Cry

Suck it up!
Be a man!
Dont let the world see what's really going on inside
Give a nod here, a smile there...
Do the back pounding, fists bumping 'hey man wassup how's it hanging' greeting
everyone's accustomed to;
blinded by.
Not allowed to see the reality that IS you

Shake it off
Close your mind
its not that important after all

Me?
Show emotion?
Say what's on my mind??
You must be crazy!
Aint no way that's gonna happen!
We don't talk...we observe
we don't share...we analyze
We don't attach....we de-tach

Feelings??
What feelings??
Feelings are for the weak and insignificant
For the saps who believe in a happy ever after and silver linings behind every cloud
Feelings belong to daydreamers and well wishers; believers in love and of love
When reality bites them in the ass they fall to their knees and cry 'why me Lord'
Feelings betray you,
Shame you,
Subdue you.

Suck it up!
Shake it off!
There is no time or place for 'emotion' and 'feelings' and 'sharing'
I'm a man!
I take care of what needs taking caring of; I take care of what's mine
Nothing more...nothing less.
I handle my business!

what did you say?
I'm wrong to think this way?
To live this way...be this way?
Heck no!
This is who I am; who I was made to be
the expectations of a generation of black men
Who
Do
Not
Cry

by: Tarin Glenn-Brown
January 26, 2011 (c)