Telling more lies To prove you aren't a liar Committing arson To cover up a fire Pretending away Facts that burn your soul Pretending away Truth that takes a toll Festering lilies Troubles grow like weeds Caress and fondle The monsters that you feed Pretending away The pain and the smell Pretending away The things you never tell Cardboard illusions Menageries of glass Forsaken future Imaginary past Pretending away What everybody sees Pretending away Your own reality by Richard W. Bray
Time was somewhere else In a universe of two Bewitched and bedazzled There was only you The light, the air The space between Charged by the sparks That cannot be seen Colors overflow Molecules conspire Angels hold their breath And stop to admire The light, the air The space between Charged by the sparks That cannot be seen by Richard W. Bray
I lift my lids and all is born again. —Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl's Love Song So many dreams Inside my head Treasure and triumph And beauty and dread I lift my lids To you instead What disappeared Is born anew My moon-struck songs Are all of you Drops of bliss Like morning dew Rise and roar And meet the world Music until now Unheard My dream my life My thunderbird by Richard W. Bray
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