Making bean tacos for the ones we love

August 19, 2017

Every meal is sacred
A gift from above
Making bean tacos
For the ones we love

If there isn’t enough
We can always make some more
For friends and neighbors
Who knock on the door

Food is existence
And cooking is art
When you share a meal
You’re sharing your heart

We laugh and we love
We comfort and console
In every household
The kitchen is the soul

by Richard W. Bray

Pull Away from the Screen

August 12, 2017

Pull away from the screen
Put on your ramblin’ shoes
Get yourself outside
Or you’re gonna blow a fuse

Say hello to your body
Run and jump around
Try and race your shadow
To the other end of town

Take a walk in the forest
And hug the nearest tree
If you listen it will tell you
How to set your spirit free

The world is interactive
And the graphics are sublime
Open up your senses
And hear the cosmos chime

by Richard W. Bray

if you ever got a problem

August 5, 2017

if you ever got a problem
or if you’re feeling down
you only gotta tell me
I’ll come riding into town

when walls are collapsing
and you can’t escape your trouble
I’ll be there in a minute
to protect you from the rubble

when life is an inferno
and things are looking dire
you’ll see me rushing in
to pull you from the fire

I’ll deliver you from danger
I’ll rescue you from strife
I’ll be your rope ladder
I’ll be your jaws of life

by Richard W. Bray

Poisoned with Protection

July 29, 2017

They had the best selection,
They were poisoned with protection

Neil Young,
Thrasher

Safe here in our little bubble
New ideas are too much trouble

We are good and we are true
There’s nothing we can learn from you

We don’t have to hear you speak
Tranquility is what we seek

Our habitat was purified
We weren’t allowed to play outside

Our tender souls demand protection
We can’t survive a mild infection

by Richard W. Bray

Shrug

July 23, 2017

I chased annihilation
In a thousand roadside bars
Then I pulled myself together
And discovered who you are

Surprised to see me happy?
Disappointed I’m alive?
Were you quietly applauding
My inevitable demise?

A girl who never liked me
Said, “Hello” and wished me well
Disappointment in her voice said
“I’m amazed you’re not in hell”

Surprised to see me happy?
Disappointed I’m alive?
Were you quietly applauding
My inevitable demise?

Chastise and condemn
And tell yourself you’re blessed
I can only shrug:
I’m wishing everyone the best

Surprised to see me happy?
Disappointed I’m alive?
Were you quietly applauding
My inevitable demise?

by Richard W. Bray

W L B

July 15, 2017

You’re a backstabbing loser
And a four-faced snitch
A never-ending whimper
And a whiny little bitch

You swallow some drinks
And you talk a lot of shit
Nobody wants to listen to
A whiny little bitch

You got a lot of theories
But you’ll never admit
What you did to yourself
Cuz you’re a whiny little bitch

You’re a fixating fool
Never knowing when to quit
Nobody wants to listen to
A whiny little bitch

by Richard W. Bray

cosmic hurt

July 8, 2017

A time there was – as one may guess
And as, indeed, earth’s testimonies tell –
Before the birth of consciousness,
When all went well.

Thomas Hardy, Before Life and After

Existence is a wound
That heals when you die
We can’t extinguish hurt
We can only try

You won’t earn any points
For trying to be nice
The cosmos doesn’t care
What we do with life

Everything we ever do
Is gonna fade away
The thing that really matters
Is how we act today

by Richard W. Bray

happiness is sad song

July 1, 2017

Happiness is a sad song
Charles Schultz, from the book Happiness is a Warm Puppy

Everything was beautiful
Until it went wrong
Happiness
Is sad song

Weeping for Hecuba
And all those hurts beyond
Happiness
Is sad song

Poking ancient agony
Clutching what is gone
Happiness
Is sad song

Accepting my reality:
I loved you all along
Happiness
Is sad song

by Richard W. Bray

harmony of movement

June 23, 2017

A good athlete must have that harmony of movements or rhythm, which is called “form”….From pitch, to swing, to ball, a whole series of rhythms are set off, one rhythm, or one motion, starting another. So it is in life—from sun, to moon, to earth, to night, to day, to you getting up in the morning and going out to play a game of ball. All the rhythms of life are in some way related, one to another. You, your baseball, and the universe are brothers through rhythms.
Langston Hughes, The First Book of Rhythm

Get in sync
And harmonize
Earth and moon
And sun and sky

All the rhythms
Are connected
Ain’t a body
Unaffected

Sun ashinin’
Earth aspinnin’
Live the motion
Breathe the rhythm

by Richard W. Bray

You Don’t Get a Vote

June 18, 2017

Look at that messed up
Couple over there
She’s got a million tats
He never cuts his hair

Can’t you just be happy
They have one another?
Can’t you be happy
They found love with each other?

What could those people
Ever see in each other?
She’s the wrong age
And he’s the wrong color

If you got a comment
Just keep it in your throat
It isn’t your life
You don’t get a vote

So wrong for each other
Just headed for trouble
It really makes me sad
When the wrong people couple

In this crazy old world
It ain’t easy to stay warm
Can’t you just be happy
They found shelter from the storm?

by Richard W. Bray