Sordid
Little
Secrets
In a room where no one tells
Money
Greed
& Power
And a host of ugly smells
The object of possession
The tinsel and the town
The only joy you have
Is knocking people down
Huge hatreds boiling up
Underneath the skin
Don't know how to walk away
Don't know how to win
We can never stop
Being what we've done
Little demons scamper
In the light of the sun
by Richard W. Bray
Cold comforts set between us, things to share
Gleaming in a bucket of clean water.
–Seamus Heaney, When all the others were away at Mass
The world is full of love
Gleaming in a bowl
Epic in the moments
Miniscule and whole
The world is full of love
Melting into drops
Transferring timelessly
It never really stops
The world is full of love
Together in a task
Fluent in our motions
And questions never asked
By Richard W. Bray
Before the Truth puts on its pants The Lie begins its grim advance Honesty ain’t got a chance The world is just a Devil’s Dance I lived a lie called you and me In a world that cannot be So many things I could not see Now I’m blessed with misery Before the Truth puts on its pants The Lie begins its grim advance Honesty ain’t got a chance The world is just a Devil’s Dance Don’t believe your lying eyes Don’t fall for tales from spooky spies We’re running out of alibis When murder falls down from the skies Before the Truth puts on its pants The Lie begins its grim advance Honesty ain’t got a chance The world is just a Devil’s Dance Nations skid and empires fall The crazy pity of it all Don’t bang your head against the wall When the Devils start to call Before the Truth puts on its pants The Lie begins its grim advance Honesty ain’t got a chance The world is just a Devil’s Dance by Richard W. Bray
Bring it all back home
Enjoy the bounty of the land
Bring it all back home
Cast your buckets where you stand
Bring it all back home
Put a feather in your nest
Bring it all back home
Wishing everyone the best
Bring it all back home
Put your shoulder to the plough
Bring it all back home
Feel the sweat upon your brow
Bring it all back home
Don't deny a helping hand
Bring it all back home
Love every person in the land
Bring it all back home
Plant a garden in your heart
Bring it all back home
That's the place to make a start
by Richard W. Bray
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