The Pen

The scribblings of Brion Riborn... A singer and songwriter from the Great Lakes State, Brion Riborn has been writing songs and poetry for much of his life. Like the frigid Michigan winters, his art doesn't shy away from the cold and desolate places that we often stumble into in our separate journeys on this planet. Ah, but winters end, and spring is just beneath the surface with a promise of renewal. Riborn makes this apparent throughout his work, often using the dark moments to highlight the lone glimmer of hope. If you like his writing, you'll likely really enjoy his music as he openly admits to being a much better songwriter than author or poet. His music is available on iTunes, Amazon, Spotify and all that jazz, but the best deals come directly from him at music.brionriborn.com His 'bloggy' Tumblr @ www.pleasantlydisappointed.com Official Website: www.brionriborn.com Sign up for the newsletter and get free downloads at: www.wonderisgone.com

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“Scentless Violence” BR 2021

Peanut butter that has no smell?! I can taste the “Super Chunk” peanut butter but I cannot smell it.

I think perhaps I have COVID until I flip the buttered bread over, and smell it’s delicious rye goodness to full fragrance. It’s an end piece.

I do not understand why the peanut butter has no scent. Is it a sign of it going bad? Is it a sign of me going bad? Is it a glitch in the space-time continuum? All of the above?

I will discover the answer to this mystery, even if it kills me! Or maybe… who cares?!

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"Silenoise" (c) 2017 Brion Riborn

In the noise

Is the silence

In the silence

Is the quiet

In the quiet

Is the peace

In the peace

Is a riot

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"Relativity" by Brion Riborn (c) 2016

It’s been a minute Hour Day Month Year Decade Century Millennium Or perhaps Just A Second

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"Beautiful Monster" (c) 2015 Brion Riborn

Art is an odd monster. In order to gain the parts needed to bring him to life, the mad-scientist needs to be thoroughly consumed by the things that appear to be dead, amputated limbs and lost causes to the general public. But once they are combined, and the muse unleashes her electric fury; beauty is birthed from chaos.

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"A Free Write On Not Sleeping" (c) 2014 Brion Riborn

It's what some call morning His roommate's alarm ringing Always sleeps through it For hours He, smoking a cigarette Hasn't slept at all Notes play like children Who never put their toys away And always play the same games His heart warbles to the sick lullaby of the nicotine One day sleep will claim that industrious muscle But not today Not now Hunger mumbles a plea "Don't feed me just yet" For while satisfaction brings a man rest Drive brings a man to somewhere worth resting

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"The Sons" (c) 2014 Brion Riborn

Smoke rises from the ashtray As anarchy plays on the screen A reminder of how things can change Even if we don't know what they mean An empty glass An empty home An open road But no where to roam Loss is their religion Hope lies in pain A brotherhood of strangers United by a name Smoke lingers in the pool hall These dirty walls were once clean A reminder of how things can change Even if we don't know what they mean Sons without fathers Mothers without sons Brothers in arms Arms, meaning guns Trials are their constant Rule is their foe Doubt leads them onward As we all love the show Smoke flows from the empty barrel No bullets in the magazine A reminder of how things can change Even if we don't know what they mean

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"The Philosophizer" (c) 2014 Brion Riborn

Life is Nothing More or Less than a Struggle to Decide what is most Important to the Self

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"Positively Foolish" (c)2013 Brion Riborn

he was so sure

of so much

that he knew so little about

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"Bitter Rabbit" (c)2013 Brion Riborn

He ate far too many carrots in an effort to remember his roots. She gave her finest cabbage to a woman who had never farmed a day in her life. The honesty that once cultivated a connection now kept them apart. He dove down deep into his burrow far beneath the grasslands above. She awaited his return on the surface that time had transformed into a desert. Because truth can be like a river of words and emotions and truth can also be... silence.

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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

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"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

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"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.

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"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

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"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.

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NEW ALBUM "Don't Look Back, Never Look Back" by Brion Riborn

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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