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 Oct 2018 Vinnie Brown
Presley
i still talk to you at night,
even though you're never there,
so i can say all the words
i would choke on
if i ever got to say them
to your face.

you don't deserve to see my vulnerability.
Hell
Abolishes
Love
Light
Oh
Witches
Evade
Evil
Nuns
heavy is the tide
that swallows lungs and organs
depression inside
//On anxiety//
I have all these **** words stuck in my throat but I can only manage to write 11 words.
 Oct 2018 Vinnie Brown
Pagan Paul
.
Like a watermark through crisp white vellum
a face appears through the veil of dreams,
to colour wash away a montage of image
and decorate a mosaic of sleep dust seams.

As halcyon lakes waterfall into prism nebulae
and the courtesan face evades its emotions,
inevitably slipping between the chasms of space
like golden dolphins through plasmic oceans.



© Pagan Paul (01/09/17)
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Old poem, rewrite. PPx
Poetry
is all around me
It’s in the things
I touch
the foods I taste
the air I smell
the wind I hear
It’s in the beauty
of nature I see
And yet
I confess
  sometimes
writing poetry
becomes
such a struggle
It’s like literally diving
with a blind eye
in the sea of words
searching for
a speck of gold
This is no laughing
matter I tell you
It’s virtually like
life and death situation
Suffocating
no air to be found
like a shark
out of the deep blue sea
Because
it seems
at times
Sometimes
oftentimes
that all I want to write
to make poetry
extraordinary
undeniably
uniquely mine
Has already been written
That’s just how I feel ;) sometimes , at times, often times lol.... God’s creatures we all think alike!
a television interview, Oct. 2018  with Sir Paul McCartney

~for all of us, forever~


<•>

**** you Paul, old man
you trying to make us all look bad?
guess you’re just another
‘miner for a thousand years’
or more,
cause we haven’t seen a reason why the vein should run dry,
for the stolid earth resupplies endless old metal and the liquid veins
supply the need, the urgency of a warm gun of composition,
a drug nonpareil

and the things that provoke,
still provoke once more and again,
love and need, even memories,
petri dish cell regrown,
breathing atmospheric nutrients in the hotheaded hothouse air
of the human farm

‘tis why I paean you at 4:25am understanding full well,
better than most, for once I wrote,
it’s always the next one, that will be,
the flawless poem,
that will permit the laying down of the pen, the guitar

but even flawless is not
“good enough yet”
for all of us, forever


for “yet,”
even more than forever,

is the most unlimited word we share

~

5:02am 10/17/18
 Oct 2018 Vinnie Brown
laura
never meant to fight ya
now that you're gone
i know why i hated when
everything felt right
because when i was with you
i couldn't help but lip bite
for all the wrongs and bruises
in a blue bedroom alone
back to feeling nothing
not even the sweet sting
of a lip bite
okay so HP's censoring is really wack, had a completely swearwordless, normal outdoor poem and suddenly it's explicit. Wonder which if i knew which words could actually not be censored that'd be greattttttttttttttttttt
paint me some wings
so i can fly away
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