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Vinnie Brown May 2018
I just want to help myself
Discover inner peace
Except that concept doesn't make sense to me
Life is exhaustingly crazy
We find ourselves fading
Always in the background
That's where were staying
To me I am the enemy
The summer nights
Pink lit street lights
Laughing in my face haunting me
Searching for self absorbed honesty
One thing's for sure, when I look in her eyes
I get nervous
I guess that's the Reaper's purpose
Vinnie Brown May 2018
The violent churning of oceans
Crashing about in her eyes
Was intoxicating enough
That I didn't notice
Our ship was crashing
And soon we'd be drowning
Deep in the black mass
Hidden from the sun
Vinnie Brown May 2018
God said I’d be welcome here forever
There was a little sadness
As I knew I’d have to cancel forever
Vinnie Brown May 2018
It was a stormy Wednesday night
I turned all the car lights off
Let the thunderstorm light my way
Terrified of the dark
Not because of the monsters hiding in the shadows
No, I know the real monsters lie waiting in my head
They know exactly what to whisper to make my heart drop
How did they ever get so clever?
Stopping in the middle of somewhere close to no where
Wanted to have a talk with the devils on my shoulders
Ask the one with the white wings
How we ended out this far
And of the faintest whispers
I heard
If angelic beings were to fall to this world of ours
I think even they would commit many wrongs
That’s what the dark brings
  May 2018 Vinnie Brown
Nat Lipstadt
“It was a great mistake, my being born a man, I would have been much more successful as a sea gull or a fish. As it is, I will always be a stranger who never feels at home, who does not really want and is not really wanted, who can never belong, who must always be a little in love with death!”

“Be always drunken. Nothing else matters: that is the only question. If you would not feel the horrible burden of Time weighing on your shoulders and crushing you to the earth, be drunken continually.

Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will. But be drunken.”

Eugene O'Neill,  Long Day's Journey Into Night
Vinnie Brown May 2018
There she was
The pretty girl at the party
In line at the bathroom
I said let’s talk
But, my liquid confidence is wearing off
Something so sweet, it’s tragic
I bet devils love ya, but I’m not sure
With a laugh that pure
Flames in your eyes I’d love to meet
I miss the look on your face
Lost in a summer haze
Feeling like it’s Coachella
Every weekend
With free spirits
Bound to the flowers on your head
And I loved the way you danced and sang
Oh, I miss the way we danced and sang
Vinnie Brown May 2018
I saw a man
At the end of the bridge
In last ditch efforts
I asked if he needed me
When I knew he needed someone
These prayers haven’t been heard
And he wasn’t sure that’s how it worked
He looked down to his side and nodded as if a seat was open
So, grab my hand jump down to the river
Cause’ the water is serene like poetry
And to talk is divine
Except God’s don’t talk
I wonder if that’s why these prayers
Are more like lost emotion
Drifting here and there
At the end of the bridge
WIP
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