Archive for March, 2017

I’m not here to be your friend

March 26, 2017

kindness knows no shame
Stevie Wonder

Men are fierce and men are strong
I’m not here to get along
I shout and shove and get my way
People do the things I say

I’m not here to hold your hand
I’m proud to be an honest man
You won’t hear me apologize
Kindness is for gutless guys

I’m in charge; I make the rules
I’m not here to comfort fools
Do your job and don’t complain
I’m not here to ease your pain

I’m not here to be your friend
Love don’t matter in the end
Got no time for feeling sad
Cuz I’m a man just like my dad

by Richard W. Bray

a thousand wrong turns

March 19, 2017

I tried to feed a hunger
That grew and grew
I climbed a million mountains
For that perfect view

Never knew where I was going
But I kept pushing through
Till a thousand wrong turns
Led me to you

Been a lotta places
Where the wind blows cold
I never take advice
I don’t do what I’m told

Ended with a prize
Amazing to behold
I chased a million rainbows
And you’re my pot of gold

by Richard W. Bray

Depleted

March 11, 2017

Every breath I take
Fills me up with pain
I go out every morning
Pretending like I’m sane
I’m a lost hopeless goner
Living in vain

Defeated and depleted
Nowhere left to go
Every ounce of marrow
Drained from my soul
Impossible to dream
That I’ll ever be whole

That smile on my face
Is a crumbling façade
Like Alfred E. Neuman
I pretend it isn’t odd
Just another day for
A stumbling, bumbling fraud

Defeated and depleted
Nowhere left to go
Every ounce of marrow
Drained from my soul
Impossible to dream
That I’ll ever be whole

At the end of my rope
And hanging by a thread
I could’ve had love
I chose freedom instead
Still, it’s nice to know
I’ll feel better when I’m dead

Defeated and depleted
Nowhere left to go
Every ounce of marrow
Drained from my soul
Impossible to dream
That I’ll ever be whole

by Richard W. Bray

Long List of Reasons

March 4, 2017

zzprison

I never made it home
To love you like I should
Got a long list of reasons
But none of ’em are good

I stopped to check the score
I had money on the game
I was headed out the door
When my appetizers came

I was feeling kinda lucky
My dice were getting hot
Some dude from Kentucky
Was lining up the shots

I was scared I’d miss something
I was totally right
It was the same old nothing
That I’m doing every night

I started painting red
Didn’t know when to stop
Got punched in the head
When I spit on a cop

So I’ll spend another night
In this stinky old cell
I never did you right
But I always meant well

I never made it home
To love you like I should
Got a long list of reasons
But none of ’em are good

by Richard W. Bray

Keeping it Real

March 1, 2017

zzzrealfake

Stop coming round
To tell me
How you figured it out
You found another lazy
Lying lily-livered lout

On a mission to detect
The legit from the faker
Like you think you get a vote
When a man meets his maker

Good people
Bad dudes
Guys you heard were gay
Losers, winners, boozers, sinners
Put your list away

On a mission to detect
The legit from the faker
Like you think you get a vote
When a man meets his maker

You can’t find
Anybody
To fit your ideal
Stop telling everybody
How you’re keeping it real

On a mission to detect
The legit from the faker
Like you think you get a vote
When a man meets his maker

by Richard W. Bray