The man I wanna be

October 25, 2016


There’s no one here to carry on
If I stay out the whole night long
Or give a tinker’s damn if I don’t call
I’m livin’ like I wanted to
And doin’ things I wanna do
And nothin’ means a thing to me at all

Kris Kristofferson, From the Bottle to the Bottom

I had a boring, stupid life
I had some kids; I had a wife
I had fuss; I had complain
I had a big ole ball and chain

Now the boys and me
We can all stay out till three
Cuz I’m free to be
The man I wanna be

Can’t be stuck at home at night
I got to roam; I got to fight
I need those dirty city lights
And all those wicked wet delights

Gonna burn the sheets
With every gal I see
Cuz I’m free to be
The man I wanna be

Now I’m stuck in this motel
Guess my plans didn’t go so well
Found lots of hurt and lots of smell
On my one way trip to hell

I got whiskey and tv
In a room that smells like pee
But I’m free to be
The man I wanna be

by Richard W. Bray


October 23, 2016


the sun taught me that history is not everything.
Albert Camus

You won’t find your truth
In another person’s words
Listen to the sun
Listen to the birds

Listen to the universe
Listen to the dirt
Listen to your tears
Listen to your hurt

Listen to the lies
That dance across your head
Listen to the things you did
And not the things you said

by Richard W. Bray

Trigger Warning

October 21, 2016


There’s a million scary things
To interrupt your day
Living brings encounters
That will make your feelings fray
There are unfamiliar places
There are words that people say

Here’s your trigger warning:
Time to make your way
There ain’t no safe spaces
To keep the world at bay
So leave your bed each morning
And go and face the day

You can hide in your dogma
You can hide inside your head
You can hide from scary words
That another person said

You can pitch a giant fit
You can tremble; you can twitch
Or you can try and stop acting
Like a helpless little bitch

by Richard W. Bray

One Traveler

October 16, 2016


       sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler

Robert Frost

All the hands that you folded,
The roads you did not take
Raise so many questions
And leave a nagging ache

To question and consider
Is certainly wise
But looping your brain
Is sure to paralyze

I could’ve did that
And I might’ve done this
What was I thinking?
What did I miss?

Maturation and growth
Are built upon reflection
But you can drive yourself nuts
With too much introspection

by Richard W. Bray


October 15, 2016


The folks who run this country
Knocked it on its ass
To perpetuate their larceny
And liquidate the middle class

The folks who run this country
Make their money selling bombs
They’d kill you for a penny
And sell out their own moms

The folks who run this country

Have us toil and fight their wars
They outlaw creativity
Cuz our kids are their test scores

The folks who run this country
Make our politicians dance
They laugh at our humanity
They’d steal a beggar’s pants

The folks who run this country

Deplore the working man
They’ll bankrupt every family
And plunder all they can

by Richard W. Bray


October 9, 2016


We insulate our egos
And protect our reputations
By sheltering our hearts
With miles of insulation

Dignified decorum
Preserves our fragile pride
We guard our sensitivity
Buried deep inside

Guarding tender places
Embarrassed not to gush
We resist the inclination
To embrace instead of crush

Time to shed the armor
Getting in your way
Jettison your shackles
And tell someone today:

“I love cuz you’re beautiful
I love you cuz you’re flawed
I love you cuz you’re vulnerable
I love you cuz you’re odd”

Resisting apprehension
We stumble and we plod
It’s as close as human beings
Can ever get to God

By Richard W. Bray

Peer Pressure (and Getting Paid)

October 6, 2016


All the other pundits say we have to be strong
So I’d look pretty stupid if I didn’t go along
Pundits work for think tanks so we know a lot of things
Strength means dropping cluster bombs on helpless human beings

All the other pundits say America must lead
It isn’t our concern if millions have to bleed
Our enemies respect us when we’re muscular and bold
Our paymasters reward us based upon munitions sold

All the other pundits say we must support our friends
Don’t obsess on means if you can justify the ends
Friends can chop some heads if they possess a lot of oil
Friends with good locations set their enemies to boil

All the other pundits say we must pay any price
And pundits live in neighborhoods and houses that are nice
Pundits tell you simple folk what is wrong and right
Pundits think that wars are great for other folks to fight

by Richard W. Bray

I hope you smile when you think about me

October 1, 2016


We served
Next to each other
We worked
And we played
We got
A lot done
And we showed up
Every day

I hope you smile
When you think about me
And all the things
That we been through
I hope you smile
When you think about me
I’m smiling when
I think of you

Times change
And people change
Big ole rivers
Roll along
And the people
You get used to
Sometimes they have
To move on

I hope you smile
When you think about me
And all the things
That we been through
I hope you smile
When you think about me
I’m smiling when
I think of you

by Richard W. Bray


September 30, 2016


In headaches and in worry
    Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
    To-morrow or to-day.

W.H. Auden, As I Walked Out One Evening

Walking down the street
Going nowhere
Nothing to look forward to
Nobody to care
Big cloud of empty
Hanging in the air

Life is just
A rotten stupid
Maggot-breeding scam
I’m tired and I’m sick
Of everything I am

Can’t stagger through
Another dragging day
None of my plans
Ended up this way
Days bleed into weeks
And life drifts away

Life is just
A rotten stupid
Maggot-breeding scam
I’m tired and I’m sick
Of everything I am

by Richard W. Bray

A Place to Perch my Hope

September 26, 2016


Love’s not easy
Love’s not free
It takes a toll on
You and me

I’m not stupid
I’m not blind
I know that sometimes
You’re unkind

Love’s not heaven
Love’s not God
Love is painful
Love is odd

I’m not a dreamer
Just a girl
I know that you
Can’t fix the world

Love’s a chance
For me to cope
Love’s a place
To perch my hope

by Richard W. Bray