Your skin changes color
You have a marvelous tongue
You warm up me all over
When we’re sitting in the sun
Your nictitating membrane
Really makes me wanna sin
When you slither all around me
You know I always shed my skin
We could raise a brood of geckos
On grasshoppers and kale
Dig a hole for your eggs, dear
I’ll even grow a new tail
If you’ll be my little mamba
I’ll be a happy crocodile
Fending off a thousand vipers
Just to see your scaly smile
By Richard W. Bray
From thought and love and rhyme
To frontiers of space and time
From a mosque in Timbuktu
To the Dome of Xanadu
From protecting son and daughter
To industrialized slaughter
From a monkey standing tall
To the beast that wants it all
By Richard W. Bray
Rumble dumble day
Go outside and play
The sun is shining bright
Bask in your delight
Wimble wamble wee
Investigate a tree
Run around till dark
Explore your local park
Dimble damble door
Open up your pores
Listen to the world
It sings to boys and girls
By Richard W. Bray
Life isn’t fair
Everyone agrees
Don’t put your angry on me
Sorry bout your temper
And your bonnet full of bees
Don’t put your angry on me
Take a deep breath
And have a cup of tea
Don’t put your angry on me
Journey to the park
And climb the biggest tree
Don’t put your angry on me
Watch a funny movie
And laugh until you pee
Don’t put your angry on me
Rage is a prison
Set your spirit free
Don’t put your angry on me
by Richard W. Bray
Bullies are angry
Bullies are mean
They gotta put you down
To empty their spleen
Bullies wanna conquer
Bullies divide
Spreading round the hurt
Cuz they’re broken inside
Bullies disarrange things
Bullies hurt your health
Every single bully feels
Sad for themself
by Richard W. Bray
‘Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand
When we with Daisies lie—
—Emily Dickinson, If I Should Die
Darker nights than ever
Hearts of shattered glass
Hefting laden caskets
Setting granite in the grass
They will come for all the bodies
Then they’ll come and take our homes
The machine keeps right on turning
And grinding up the bones
When disaster makes you richer
What could ever make you whole?
Is it just the love of Mammon?
Or the absence of a soul?
They will come for all the bodies
Then they’ll come and take our homes
The machine keeps right on turning
And grinding up the bones
by Richard W. Bray
a movie in the afternoon
with you
a walk, a talk, a Gershwin tune
with you
in a cabin in the hills
with you
in a field of daffodils
with you
snuggle on the coldest night
with you
feeling safe and holding tight
with you
everything is warm and true
with you
in a universe of two
with you
by Richard W. Bray
How’d you make the world
Collapse and disappear?
How’d you make your voice
The only thing I hear?
How’d you take my troubles
And tear them all apart?
How’d you know the song
In my heart?
How’d you know the song
In my heart?
How’d you patch me up
And nurse me back to health?
How’d you create a world
Where time was someplace else?
How’d you erase the past
And make a whole new start?
How’d you know the song
In my heart?
How’d you know the song
In my heart?
by Richard W. Bray
broken lives
and broken hearts and
foolish empty pledges
I’m rugged and I’m ragged
and sharp around
the edges
Don’t get too close
I’m booby-trapped
Broke from eating
Too much crap
There’s so much shit
When I explode
It’s gonna be
The motherload
all the lies
you swallow, they
never get digested
every segment
of your soul
will become infested
Don’t get too close
I’m booby-trapped
Broke from eating
Too much crap
There’s so much shit
When I explode
It’s gonna be
The motherload
by Richard W. Bray
all day long
I think of you
subsisting on
your residue
too good to be true
too good to be true
too good to be true
warmth and style
and royal blue
all wrapped up
inside of you
too good to be true
too good to be true
too good to be true
your hair, your smile
your ballyhoo
I would pay
to be your shoe
too good to be true
too good to be true
too good to be true
sophistication
through and through
you’ll never play
the ingénue
too good to be true
too good to be true
too good to be true
I live for love
I never knew
the psycho ward
is overdue
too good to be true
too good to be true
too good to be true
by Richard W. Bray
