The Classy Public

Writing is a passion. When actions fail, words can often hold the key to resolution. Photos can help open the imagination. © AJ Roadie (B.R. Brown) 2009-2017: unless otherwise sourced.

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Slowly Ending

The journey we set on is filled with promise,

Often so many discoveries and habits to share,

For me, Singing out loud and clear,

Only to have a crimson flood pull me into the dark,

The writing on the wall, is something that my eyes avoid,

But the truth is already there.

Bringing joy, whilst the grave calls me down, the end is never so sweet,

As the release.

BRB 2017

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sorry, been almost dead for a bit. Will continue to update as able.

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Every once in a while I stumble upon something... happens every time I crack into a Green Day album...

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My Beautiful Madness

All the broken, needs be fixed,

Till the last breath and the heart pumps it’s last.

With fumbling hands, I take the clay,

To fill the cracks and wait till the divine breeze blows

And seals it. Again, again, till all that we lost has been restored.

But it never ends. Which is a strange comfort.

Wear and tear will bring it to worn,

And again to be mended.

Never un-needed, just easily forgotten.

BRB 2017

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now, let us think a bit: summon the words to fill the void.

Beautiful flaw, I shall fix you.

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It fits....

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It’s Friday. Throwback music...FTW.

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This is only funny if you are able to pay off your student loans.

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I knew God was a man

because he put a baby in Mary

without her permission.

— Tyree Daye, from “Neuse River,” River Hymns

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Wrong, as always, thus the consistency of stupidity and a lack of research results in showing a flawed, biased opinion. People accuse others of ignorance, but only to hide their own prejudice I suppose. (It must be empowering to be so wrong)

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Peddles

I watch your clear peddles fall,

From the center of your flower,

Weeping over the long, lonely night.

Splashing out over satin sheets,

As dawn creeps into the room.

Would I but stay,

Could but levy such a waterway,

Yet work, I’m afraid shall not wait.

BRB 2017

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note to self: French onion soup, Worcestershire sauce and Beef Stock on Minced Sirloin.

Cooking secrets

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So, there’s gonna be a remake of Lord of the Flies but — PLOT TWIST! — it’ll be about girls instead of boys.

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Oh for the love of--- JUST WATCH “MEAN GIRLS”!  The stupidity of this generation's knowledge of gender with literary plot development makes me 🤢.

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Gonna Smule this one soon. Boy, people dig the old school honky tonk.

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Heavy Mantel

As you grow older, you see cycles,

Wheels that spin again and again,

Until it all become a silly blur,

That only makes you dizzy.

What then my young friends?

Cry out “no more” and jump off a roof?

No my beautiful little sensitive artist,

That is just a permanent solution to a temporary problem.

Wait for the sun, or perhaps another day, for it will keep.

Or do what your gifts gave you, take it as a chance to make it beautiful,

For is that not what we do?

BRB 2017