Archive for October, 2014

The Bottom of the Brain

October 28, 2014

Cerebellum

They call me Sanctimonio
Can’t help myself because I know
Exactly who the sinners are
I got my feathers and my tar
And I won’t let ’em get too far

Disgust satisfies
Disgust eases pain
It scratches an itch
At the bottom of the brain

The civil war inside my head
Leads directly to your bed
You go out with so many chicks
It’s not ok to take your pick
You must be doing something sick

Disgust satisfies
Disgust eases pain
It scratches an itch
At the bottom of the brain

They call me Sanctimonio
Squalor leaves me all aglow
I live to curse the human race
The world is such a dirty place
I feed on grime and drink disgrace

Disgust satisfies
Disgust eases pain
It scratches an itch
At the bottom of the brain

by Richard W. Bray

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The Circumference of the Heart

October 25, 2014

Perhaps you laugh at me! Perhaps the whole United States are laughing at me too! I can’t stop for that! My business is to love.

—Emily Dickinson

Can’t weight it on a scale
Can’t plot it on a graph
The tremors won’t be measured
On a seismograph

You can do a million surveys
You can fill in all the bubbles
But you’ll never find a theory
To eliminate your troubles

Sooner if not later
Every statistician found
You can process all the data
But the variables confound

It can’t be quantified
It won’t fit on your chart
Your methods cannot measure
The circumference of the heart

by Richard W. Bray

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Cuz We’re So Civilized

October 19, 2014

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Certain beliefs place their adherents beyond the reach of every peaceful means of persuasion, while inspiring them to commit acts of extraordinary violence against others. There is, in fact, no talking to some people. If they cannot be captured, and they often cannot, otherwise tolerant people may be justified in killing them in self-defense.

—Sam Harris

I’m tired of your words
There’s nothing left to say
You got some lousy ideas
So I’m blowing you away

You need to be killed
For what’s growing in your head
Your thoughts are crimes
And you’re better off dead

Mamby pamby liberals
Gotta recognize
It’s ok to kill
Cuz we’re so civilized

by Richard W. Bray

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Road Leads on to Road

October 18, 2014

crossroads

No matter where you go
Road leads on to road
And you’ll never know
Where unchosen roads would go

Gotta pay some dues
Whatever course you choose
There’s hurt on every highway
There’s dirt on every trail

Nobody gets a map
No exit from this trap
There’s no final explanation
The journey is the destination

by Richard W. Bray

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