Archive for January, 2013

I’d Rather Sleep in a Tent

January 29, 2013

tent


If you’re finished lovin me
Then that’s all you have to say
A loveless bed’s no place for me
So I’ll be on my way

I’d rather sleep in a tent
Among the hopeless and the damned
Than face another nitetime spent
With my heart in the sand

Some folks’ll straggle on for years
With a love that’s dead and dry
I ain’t drinkin my own tears
You’ll need to find another guy

I’d rather sleep in a tent
Among the hopeless and the damned
Than face another nitetime spent
With my heart in the sand

When good lovin turns to bad
Doctors cannot resuscitate
Stand and salute the love we had
When it was good, it was great

I’d rather sleep in a tent
Among the hopeless and the damned
Than face another nitetime spent
With my heart in the sand

Richard W. Bray

Some More Provocative Sentences

January 27, 2013

The power of grief to derange the mind has in fact been exhaustively noted.

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She did not use her poetry as prayer; she did not write to mollify God, to ward off evil; she wrote because she and she alone could find in religion the adventures of her utterly independent, endlessly speculative soul.

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The rich everyday exhort a part of their daily allowance from the poor not only by private fraud but by public law.

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The lesson in education was vital to these young men, who, within ten years, killed each other by scores in the act of testing their college conclusions.

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I conceive of poetry not so much as a matter of serene and disinterested choice but of action, and the very heat of choice, I think of the poem as a kind of action in which, if the poet can participate enough, other people cannot help participating as well.

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If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people he gave it to.

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For, like every act man commits, the drama is a struggle against his mortality, and meaning is the ultimate reward for having lived.

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She hated her grandmother and had hidden it from herself all these years under a cloak of pity.

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The urge of poetry is not, of course, to whoop it up for the automobile, the plane, the computer, and the space-ship, but only to bring them and their like into the felt world, where they may be variously taken, and establish their names in the vocabulary of imagination.

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And I could cry for the time I’ve wasted, but that’s a waste of time and tears, and I know just what I’d change if went back in time somehow, but there’s nothing I can do about it now.

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In order for a ruling class to rule, there must be arbitrary prohibitions.

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We who are born into the world’s artificial system can never adequately know how little in our present state and circumstances is natural, and how much is merely the interpolation of the perverted mind and heart of man.

Compiled by Richard W. Bray

Drastic Measures

January 19, 2013

pebble in shoe

I got a pebble in my shoe
Don’t know what I’m gonna do
My tootsie cannot take the pain
My tender toes will go insane

It ouches every step I take
I cannot move, for goodness sake
Now I’m gonna sit a spell
And think of ways my pain to quell:

I could wait till it’s not sore
I could crawl forevermore

I could sit and never rise
I could fill the world with cries

I could look on the computer
I could hire a troubleshooter

I could call my family doctor
I could buy a helicopter

I could moan and wail and beg
I could amputate my leg

I just thought what I should do:
I could just remove my shoe
And pour that pebble on the floor…
Now my foot don’t hurt no more

Richard W. Bray

Drones Don’t

January 11, 2013

Matt Sestow

Drones don’t think
And drones don’t pray
Once released
They don’t delay

Drones don’t feel
And drones won’t snap
When they are told
To double tap

Drones don’t doubt
They can’t be swayed
Drones don’t read
UCMJ

Drones don’t hate
And drones don’t love
They rain down murder
From above

Robot bombs
Are nothing new
Adolph Hitler
Used them too

Richard W. Bray

Audi Audi Audi Audi 5000 G

January 8, 2013

urban causcasian

always naggin bout my threads
and causin controversy
when im stylin in my sneakers
and a vintage sports jersey

Audi Audi Audi Audi 5000 G
i cant be the man u want me to be
Audi Audi Audi Audi 5000 G
im urban caucasian—your a silly hick B

u dont like my family
and u hate on my posse
u assaulted my auntie
and called her a NAZI

Audi Audi Audi Audi 5000 G
i cant be the man u want me to be
Audi Audi Audi Audi 5000 G
i dont love u and you never loved me

always watchin honey boo-boo
with all your shorties
always slammin Boones Farm
when im tuggin on my forties

Audi Audi Audi Audi 5000 G
i cant be the man u want me to be
Audi Audi Audi Audi 5000 G
im urban cuacasian–your a silly hick B

Richard W. Bray

Lost

January 2, 2013

lost keys

I checked the desk
I checked the drawer
I checked the chair
I checked the door
I checked my suit
I checked my coat
I checked my truck
I checked my boat

Where can they be
Those blasted keys?
Where would I be
If I were keys?

I looked here
And I looked there
I even said
A little prayer
I looked sooner
I looked later
I even checked
My ‘frigerator

Did I put them in my pants?
Or did I leave them in my car?
They can run and they can hide
But they will not get very far

Richard W. Bray