Archive for March, 2018

Wrap your arms around a rainbow

March 31, 2018

Silly, eager, joyful
The ignorance of youth
I ain’t being gloomy
I’m just telling you the truth

Dreary dismal angry
With a double dose of mad
Beauty’s all around you
But you’re hiding in your sad

Silly losers dancing round
Pretending life is fair
Nothing really matters
And the universe don’t care

Grouchy grumpy nasty crusty
Cranky crabby sour
Angry peeved and surly
You’re complaining every hour

If you knew what I know
You’d lose than silly grin
Your life’ll end in misery
And you’re never gonna win

Wrap your arms around a rainbow
Grab a moonbeam — hug a friend
Love’s the only thing
That makes you richer when you spend

by Richard W. Bray

When you live a big lie

March 24, 2018

I lived a big lie
I was afraid of myself
Spent my time thinking
About everybody else

When you live a big lie
The little ones will follow
Till your brain short-circuits
And your insides are hollow

I couldn’t take your love
Too much beauty and truth
I blamed it all on you
And I squandered my youth

When you live a big lie
The little ones will follow
Till your brain short-circuits
And your insides are hollow

I’m rebuilding myself
Feeling better every day
Maybe we can get
A cup of coffee someday

When you live a big lie
The little ones will follow
Till your brain short-circuits
And your insides are hollow

by Richard W. Bray

In Defence of Mum and Dad (A Rebuttal to This Be The Verse)

March 24, 2018

Philip Larkin

You were angry
   And somewhat nuts
They clothed your frame
   And fed your guts

Without them
   There’s no Aubade
Your masterpiece
   Denying God

You were revered
   And somewhat famous
Though not as rich
   As Kingsley Amis

They did their best
   You drank your smell
It’s not their fault
   You lived your hell

by Richard W. Bray

a million bloody teardrops

March 21, 2018

A million bloody teardrops
Drying out my soul
A thousand days without you
Ain’t no bottom of the hole

The only thing I have
Is nothing
The only thing I did
Was injure you
The only thing I feel
Is empty
Cuz you’re the only one
Who loved me true

I only know tomorrow
Will be sadder than today
I know I had it all
And I let it slip away

The only thing I have
Is freedom
The only thing I want
Is me and you
The only thing I do
Is break things
The only thing I know
Is I love you

by Richard W. Bray

Yapper-snappin judgement-crappin jibber-jabbin clowns

March 17, 2018

A soon as someone
Leaves the room
Scoundrels screech
And bark
Like hyenas
Hide all day
And come out
After dark

Yapper-snappin
Judgement-crappin
Jibber-jabbin clowns
Talkin loads of smack
About the folks
Who ain’t around

Distortion and
Deception
Are your
Stock-in-trade
Your best friend
Turns his back
And you get
Out your blade

Yapper-snappin
Judgement-crappin
Jibber-jabbin clowns
Talkin loads of smack
About the folks
Who ain’t around

A dread disease
Grows in your soul
Spewing
Hate and bile
Cold deception
Hides the beast
That lives behind
Your smile

Yapper-snappin
Judgement-crappin
Jibber-jabbin clowns
Talkin loads of smack
About the folks
Who ain’t around

by Richard W. Bray

Long ago and far away

March 14, 2018

Long ago and far away
I wasn’t very nice
Did a lot of ugly things
And paid a gruesome price

Beat my chest and banged my drum
Ready for a fight
Split some heads and ate some fists
Threw my anger left and right

Tough guy tried to swing on me
I punched him in the head
He landed on the concrete
And now that man is dead

Judge called me a loser
And a menace to the town
The world would be much better
Without your type around

Banged my soul against a wall
For twenty years inside
Then one day I read a book
It woke me up inside

The man I killed and guys like me
Are trash you throw away
When we kill each other
We really make your day

The man I killed is haunting me
And waiting at the door
I honor him by loving strays
And comforting the poor

by Richard W. Bray

Prison

March 10, 2018

At the turn of the (19th) century, a new legislation defined the power to punish as a general function of society that was exercised in the same manner over all its members, and in which each individual was equally represented: but in making detention the penalty par excellence, it introduced procedures of domination characteristic of a particular type of power. A justice that is supposed to be “equal”, a legal machinery that is supposed to be “autonomous”, but which contains all the asymmetries of disciplinary subjection, this conjunction marked the birth of the prison, “the penalty of civilized societies.”
Michel Foucault, Discipline and Punish: The Birth of the Prison (pp. 231-232).

They’re not just gangs of kids anymore. They are often the kinds of kids that are called superpredators — no conscience, no empathy. We can talk about why they ended up that way, but first we have to bring them to heel.

Hillary Clinton

the people who continually vote in new prison bonds and tacitly assent to a proliferating network of prisons and jails have been tricked into believing in the magic of imprisonment. But prisons do not disappear problems, they disappear human beings
Angela Davis

I never saw a man who looked
   With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
   Which prisoners call the sky,

Oscar Wilde. The Ballad of Reading Gaol

The law is for protection of the people
Rules are rules and any fool can see
We don’t need no riddle speakin’ prophet
Scarin’ decent folks like you and me, no siree

Kris Kristofferson

Decent folks have got a right
   To say you don’t fit in
We’ll beat you and we bleed you
   Till you wash away our sin

We’re gonna break you like a beast
   We’re gonna squeeze the earth and sky
We’re gonna regulate your body
   And squish you like a fly

It doesn’t really matter
   If you rehabilitate
You legitimize our power
   When you bow before the state

We’re gonna break you like a beast
   We’re gonna squeeze the earth and sky
We’re gonna regulate your body
   And squish you like a fly

You don’t deserve forgiveness
   You can’t expect us to be nice
We worship hate and power
   And we claim to worship Christ

We’re gonna break you like a beast
   We’re gonna squeeze the earth and sky
We’re gonna regulate your body
   And squish you like a fly

By Richard W. Bray

one little push

March 8, 2018

Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free

Bob Dylan

you force yourself on others
your power breeds abuse
coercing our submission
you lit a righteous fuse

one little push
and the wall comes down
after keeping us back
and holding us down

you’d sell your mother’s soul
you’d steal a beggar’s breath
trampling on the poor
making money offa death

one little push
and the wall comes down
after keeping us back
and holding us down

trafficking in bullets
making nations bleed
our blood will feed the soil
you tried to bury us like seeds

one little push
and the wall comes down
after keeping us back
and holding us down

by Richard W. Bray

Mine’s Better

March 3, 2018

I really like your auto
And the things it can do
We had one just like it
Back in 1962

My car does the dishes
Cooks my eggs and cuts my hair
It even does my taxes
And tells me what to wear

I really like your children

They’re not afraid to fail
They can even dress themselves
And they’ve never been in jail

My daughter goes to Harvard
Can you believe she’s only four?
Her brother just cured cancer
And he put an end to war

I really like your clothing
It’s so 1982
Your Member’s Only jacket
Is the perfect look for you

Everything I wear
Is from Paris or Milan
If the designer isn’t famous
I won’t even try it on

I really like your courage
You’re not afraid to drink
Nasty rustic water
Coming from your kitchen sink

Pure and pristine water
From a Himalayan spring
The Dalai Lama blessed it
It’s the only thing I drink

You’re my inspiration
You’re so gallant and carefree
You have the will to go on living
And you’re not even me

by Richard W.  Bray