Two-bit Little Machiavelli

August 21, 2016


Seen your phony
Ass around
Kissing up
And kicking down

Back-stabbing con man
Shifty little cur
Smiling like a demon
You slander and slur

Big house of lies
Cunning little plan
Lying little weasel
Shifty little man

A two-faced
Sneaky snake
Spreading discord
In your wake

Playing all against
Each other
You’re the dude who
Snitched his mother

Sycophant, con man
Double-dealing liar
Pouring gasoline
Creep away from the fire

Just another
Dirty, smelly
Two-bit little

by Richard W. Bray

such a perfect fit

August 19, 2016


I never thought our love would quit
we felt like such a perfect fit

now it’s time for us to end
I hope someday we can be friends

we shared a love that burned and shined
then our love ran out of time

you were great and so was I
no one can say we didn’t try

so there’s nothing left to say
I just want you to be ok

time to kiss and say goodbye
we’ll have lots of time to cry

by Richard W. Bray

Shocking and New

August 14, 2016


The knowledge imposes a pattern, and falsifies,
For the pattern is new in every moment
And every moment is a new and shocking
Valuation of all we have been.

T.S. Eliot, East Coker

Don’t get caught in a pattern
Don’t get stuck in a rut
Don’t be ruled by a pain
In the pit of your gut

Don’t make a prison of the past
Don’t contest old wars
Don’t hesitate to open
An unfamiliar door

Don’t miss tomorrow for today
Don’t clutch the dead and gone
Don’t turn your whole life into
A sad country song

Be open for the future
It’s shocking and new
Can’t know what it is
Until it gets to you

by Richard W. Bray

Not a Good Plan

August 8, 2016


The girl I didn’t marry
The girl who loved me true
Was a precious little angel
Just like you

I had a good life
But I hadn’t figured out
Who I had to be
Or what I was about

She never ever knew
She couldn’t see
She fell in love
With the man I tried to be

That’s why I ran away
I couldn’t get locked in
Now I’ll never know
What we might have been

Now you wanna love me
That’s not a good plan
I still ain’t figured out
Who the hell I am

by Richard W. Bray


August 6, 2016


It’s a recurring deed
Not an aberration
The stupid bloody greed
Of the folks who own a nation

They bleed the land dry
With unstoppable predation
And loot and steal and lie
To increase their allocation

They will plunder every dollar
And suffocate the nation
If no one puts a collar
On their moral depredation

by Richard W. Bray

the worst thing you’ve ever done

July 31, 2016


Take the worst thing you’ve ever done
And put it in your pocket
Don’t matter if you tell someone
Just put it in your pocket

Take the worst thing you’ve ever done
And own it every second
Like the dearest thing you’ve known
A memory that beckons

The worst thing you’ve ever done
Is you and you must love it
Find beauty in your frailty
You’ll never get above it

by Richard W. Bray

I don’t care

July 31, 2016


I don’t care she went away
I don’t care the kitchen smells
I can buy some paper plates
I can live on Taco Bell

I don’t care she went away

I don’t care that she’s gone
a man’s gotta be free
and I gotta be strong

I don’t care she went away

I don’t care that I’m alone
I ain’t about to cry
cuz I’m totally grown

I don’t care she went away
I don’t care I was wrong
time to drink some whisky
and play a sad song

by Richard W. Bray

You need to be punished

July 25, 2016


Puritanism: The haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be happy.
H.L. Mencken

You need to be punished
For thoughts in your head
Don’t act on your hunger
You’d be better off dead

You need to be punished
It’s your filthy stinking sin
Heaven’s not a promise
And you ain’t getting in

You need to be punished
I know who you are
You spoke with that guy
And got inside his car

You need to be punished
You’ll feel much better
I got a strap that cleanses
As your cheecks get redder

I need to punish
And make the world right
It’s my duty to destroy
Every hint of appetite

by Richard W. Bray

The Little Toil

July 23, 2016


If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,

Emily Dickinson

Some folks hide their hurt
Under a carapace of cruel
They’d rather be an asshole
Than be anybody’s fool

It’s easy to give up
It’s easy to despair
It’s easy to bamboozle
And pretend you just don’t care

It’s scary to acknowledge
We’ll never find a cure
It’s daunting to consider
All the hurt in the world

Focus on the little toil—
Cool one pain
It’s all that I know
To keep one sane

by Richard W. Bray

It Ain’t Me, Bro

July 18, 2016


I cannot be
Your fantasy
I won’t make
Your life complete
I cannot fix the world
I’m not your
Pixie Dream Girl

I’m not a maid
I’m not a saint
I’m not a shrine
Where you can pray
I’m not your mommy
Put on earth
To make the ouchie
Go away

We can walk
For a while
We can talk and
We can nuzzle
Don’t forget that
I’m a person
Not a piece
Of you puzzle

I’m not a maid
I’m not a saint
I’m not a shrine
Where you can pray
I’m not your mommy
Put on earth
To make the ouchie
Go away

by Richard W. Bray


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