Archive for April, 2014

Castles

April 24, 2014

Castle-2

Hit the road for half a life
And braved a million hassles
I found myself the perfect wife
And built myself a castle

Clinging to a dream because
I’m scared I’m gonna drown
Clinging to what never was
To keep from going down

She didn’t seem to mind too much
All that time apart
I did my best to keep in touch
And please her fickle heart

Clinging to a dream because
I’m scared I’m gonna drown
Clinging to what never was
To keep from going down

Filled a house with kids and stuff
And somehow we got by
Concocting fibs and jolly bluffs
A fabricated lie

Clinging to a dream because
I’m scared I’m gonna drown
Clinging to what never was
To keep from going down

Reality is almost gone
Couldn’t get much insaner
The whole town knows what’s going on
With my wife and her trainer

Clinging to a dream because
I’m scared I’m gonna drown
Clinging to what never was
To keep from going down

by Richard W. Bray

Non-Apology Apology

April 17, 2014

bad manners

I ate your lunch, but don’t you see?
You left it right in front of me
I’m sorry that you’re feeling cross
I’m sorry but you’re not my boss

All my friends thought it was funny
When I dipped your phone in honey
I’m sorry you can’t take a joke
I’m sorry you’re a stodgy bloke

I’ll raise some hell and make a fuss
I’ll fart and belch and shout and cuss
I’m sorry if you think I’m rude
I’m sorry you’re a silly prude

As long as everyone is free
I’ll be the man I want to be
I’m sorry you’re hung up on rules
I’m sorry you were raised by fools

by Richard W. Bray

The Little Toil of Love

April 13, 2014

new-zeland-zealand-the-free-spring-meadow

I had no time to Hate—
Because
The Grave would hinder Me—
And Life was not so
Ample I
Could finish—Enmity—

Emily Dickinson

The human mind is capable of generating rational thoughts, but thinking is not a rational process. Our thoughts are the fruit of our emotions. The poet Theodore Roethke points out

We Think by Feeling

Our perceptions are limited and transcendence is an illusion. Wallace Stevens reminds us

Your world is you. I am my world

It’s not my task in life to figure out who the good people are
. There are people that I admire; there are people that I enjoy being around; there are people who annoy me; there are people that I don’t enjoy being around. But people are not what I think about them. And whatever fraction of my life I spend evaluating the overall worth of particular human beings is a waste of my precious time on earth. Life is not a contest, and even if it were, no one appointed me judge.

We see others through the prism of how we wish to perceive ourselves. W.H. Auden explains

A friend is the old, old tale of Narcissus.

It is easier to feel compassion for others when I am feeling good about myself. And forgiving myself for my imperfections makes it easier to accept the imperfections of others.

My cruel and petty and spiteful impulses are the excrescence of my inadequacies. I cannot make these impulses go away. But I can endeavor to check myself whenever I fantasize about seeing bad things happen to other people. It’s a perpetual struggle.

by Richard W. Bray

Trumped

April 5, 2014

traction

She was sultry, she was fine
But that vixen wasn’t mine
When her boyfriend busted in
He was angrier than sin
He teaches Tae kwon do
I’m in a cast from head to toe

My hunger
Trumped my fear
That’s why you’ll
Find me here

I tried to drive my car
After hitting sixteen bars
That kindly EMT
Asked me if I saw the tree
It’s a wonder I ain’t dead
But I’m handcuffed to my bed

My hunger
Trumped my fear
That’s why you’ll
Find me here

I can never get enough
I want everybody’s stuff
I know every single trick
I sneak right in and grab it quick
I tried it one too many times
Now I’m in Chino doing time

My hunger
Trumped my fear
That’s why you’ll
Find me here

by Richard W. Bray

The Only Thing

April 1, 2014

waiting as
my coffee cooks
my morning
contemplation
hooks
my mind on
tasks that
make a day
folks to see
and bills
to pay…

I do the
things I
gotta do
to build
a life for
me and you
only thing
I’m sure
about
life is who
we care about

by Richard W. Bray