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“Vanish” (c)2013 Brion Riborn
In a blink, In a flash
In a moment, In a dash
In an age, In a night
In an instant, In a fight
In a spell, In a while
In a minute, In a smile
In an hour, In a day
In a life, You’ll go away -
“Delete Contact” (c)2013 Brion Riborn
what a wonderful
world we live in where
you
can erase
a
memory
with the simple press
of a button -
“Vonnegut’s Glue” (c) 2013 Brion Riborn
We are like a mist or vapor standing over a stagnant pool, waiting to be called home to the clouds, hoping to be rained back down into fresher streams.
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“The Definition Of Movement” (c) 2013 Brion Riborn
What makes you tremble?
From what do you hide?
Let it go, if you’re able,
And prepare for a ride. -
“Staring Contest” (c) 2013 Brion Riborn
You think you want what you don’t have
Well I want what I already am
Opposites are for batteries
And they’ll just leave you drained
I’ll take a cup overflowing
With more of the same
Two negatives that create a positive
In a neutral world
Emancipation from complications
When boy meets girl -
“Extreme Sports” (c) 2013 Brion Riborn
Any mountain
worth climbing,
brings with it
the temptation to jump
on a sled
once you reach
the top. -
NEW ALBUM “Don’t Look Back, Never Look Back” by Brion Riborn
pleasantlydisappointed: Will release on 12.12.12 (but you can get some of the tracks now if you pre-order here) —> music.brionriborn.com
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“Flower Child” (c) 2012 Brion Riborn
flowers come and flowers go
they wax and wane
they die and grow
but give us more than they could know
a hope we keep inside
people come and people go
we toil and spin
we reap and sow
we toss and turn inside our beds
for patience or for pride
there are not many things i know
and if you asked, i’d tell you so
our fears can haunt, our hopes can grow
yet flowers come and flowers go -
“Unspoken” (c) 2012 Brion Riborn
a word that didn’t cross his lips
but clung within his mind
a wave-like word that tosses ships
and makes a person blind
his heart, it told him, ‘cast out fear’
his head, it played along
that word that didn’t cross his lips
could made a weak man strong
a word that didn’t cross his lips
was buried in his chest
and beating like a 4/4 drum
it drowned out all the rest
each day he woke and thought of her
but knew not what to say
that word that didn’t cross his lips
he’ll show to her someday
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“Passport” (c) Brion Riborn
it was sent in the mail
quite small
providing access to the farthest places
but the only place he wants to be
is there
with her innermost thoughts
but that would require
something even smaller
invisible
sent from the heart
granting access to the soul
and all he has
is a little blue book
with an eagle on the cover
maybe he’ll end up in europe
