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Trumped

April 5, 2014

disorderly01

She was sultry, she was fine
But that vixen wasn’t mine
When her boyfriend busted in
He was angrier than sin
He teaches Tae kwon do
I’m in a cast from head to toe

My hunger
Trumped my fear
That’s why you’ll
Find me here

I tried to drive my car
After hitting sixteen bars
That kindly EMT
Asked me if I saw the tree
It’s a wonder I ain’t dead
But I’m handcuffed to my bed

My hunger
Trumped my fear
That’s why you’ll
Find me here

I can never get enough
I want everybody’s stuff
I know every single trick
I sneak right in and grab it quick
I tried it one too many times
Now I’m in Chino doing time

My hunger
Trumped my fear
That’s why you’ll
Find me here

by Richard W. Bray

The Only Thing

April 1, 2014

waiting as
my coffee cooks
my morning
contemplation
hooks
my mind on
tasks that
make a day
folks to see
and bills
to pay…

I do the
things I
gotta do
to build
a life for
me and you
only thing
I’m sure
about
life is who
we care about

by Richard W. Bray

Schmooze Button

March 27, 2014

Incredible-Schmooze

I’ll be friendly
I’ll be flirty
I’ll make manager
By thirty

I turn it off
I turn it on
I’m your friend
Until you’re gone

Talk all about
The kids and wife
I’ll say you have
An awesome life

I turn it off
I turn it on
I’m your friend
Until you’re gone

I’m here all night
This round’s on me
With all my fake
Sincerity

I turn it off
I turn it on
I’m your friend
Until you’re gone

You’re not my pal
You ain’t my friend
You’re just the
Means to an end

I turn it off
I turn it on
I’m your friend
Until you’re gone

by Richard W. Bray

Spread the Happy

March 25, 2014

It ain’t no sin to be glad you’re alive

—Bruce Springsteen

I feel happy
For your happy
I’m glad that
You are glad
Don’t make my
Life no better
For others
To be sad

Happy ain’t
No zero sum
So pass it on
To everyone

Life’s too short
To hold your happy
Don’t be scared that
You’ll be sappy
Spread it round
Don’t be a miser
You’ll feel better
You’ll be wiser

Happy ain’t
No zero sum
So pass it on
To everyone

by Richard W. Bray

Homey and a Half

March 23, 2014

busstop-7

Author’s note: I’ll never forget the first time I’m heard the word homey. Circa 1986, I was waiting for the northbound bus where College Avenue meets Broadway in the great American city of Oakland, California with a pair of teenagers who were ditching school. They were planning on meeting some friends to hang out at somebody’s house. (Yes, I was eavesdropping.) One of them ran across the street to use a payphone (remember payphones?) just as the bus appeared.

“Yo, homey,” his friend alerted. I immediately loved this new word. I’m seriously into words.

Homey and a Half

Life is scary
Life is bleak
It ain’t no place
For the week
Friends will help
You get along
That’s why
I wrote this song

You’re a homey and a half
And you always make me laugh
You’re a comrade and helper and a chum
You’re a homey and a half
You’re the wheat without the chaff
You’re the one I want beside me in a scrum

Can’t take nothing
To the grave
There’s only
Memories to save
The times we
Share with friends
Mean the most
In the end

You’re a homey and a half
And you always make me laugh
You’re a comrade and helper and a chum
You’re a homey and a half
You’re the wheat without the chaff
You’re the one I want beside me in a scrum

by Richard W. Bray

All Night Long

March 13, 2014

oscar

Somewhere somebody
Might be sayin’
Somethin’ bad
About me
I get so agitated
When I think about
What those words
Could be

My blood
Starts percolatin’
Cuz I know
Just who they are
Laughin’ sneerin’ hatin’
At my favorite bar

Those pathetic fools
Are probably
Goin’ on
And on
They should worry
‘Bout themselves
Insteada’ yappin’
All night long

My blood
Starts percolatin’
Cuz I know
Just who they are
Laughin’ sneerin’ hatin’
At my favorite bar

by Richard W. Bray

The Rest of the Time

March 11, 2014

drunx

The problem is, you cannot rescue someone who is addicted to drugs. You can lecture them, to no point, and plead with them, to no avail, but essentially an outsider is powerless over someone else’s addiction. No doubt about it, drugs do make him feel good. It’s just that they make him feel bad all the rest of the time.

Roger Ebert

The rest of
The time ain’t
So much fun
After the party
Is done
Vampires
Whither
In the sun

My friends are
So lively and so free
We’re just who
We wanted
To be

Ain’t nothing
Will ever explain
The nuisance
That nibbles
My brain
My world
Will never
Be sane

My friends are
So lively and so free
We’re just who
We wanted
To be

by Richard W. Bray

Sorry Love Pain

March 6, 2014

lovepain

you deserve so much better
than me
i picked you up and then i
set you free

there ain’t a thing that i could
say or do
to make up for the hurt that
i gave you

i’d live my penance for ten
thousand years
but i could never pay for
all your tears

we’ll never resurrect what’s
dead and gone
i’ll try to be more careful
from now on

i hope you find a man who
helps you see
you deserve so much better
than me

by Richard W. Bray

Compassion

February 17, 2014

roses-abstract

Being mean
Don’t make a man
So love your neighbor
As you can

Compassion
Don’t grow on trees
It lives or dies
In you and me

I’ll never know
What you been through
But I can try
And comfort you

Compassion
Don’t grow on trees
It lives or dies
In you and me

Don’t hate folks
For being frail
A hardened heart
Is like a jail

Compassion
Don’t grow on trees
It lives or dies
In you and me

Try to have
A humble heart
Be thankful if
You’re strong and smart

Compassion
Don’t grow on trees
It lives or dies
In you and me

It don’t make
Much sense to live
If we can’t
Comfort and forgive

Compassion
Don’t grow on trees
It lives or dies
In you and me

by Richard W. Bray

Broken

February 8, 2014

broken country

we got people to the moon
atop a big ole rocket
we got a thousand songs
to fit inside your pocket

we got politicians
with perfect teeth and hair
we got flying robots
that can kill you anywhere

we got favors for the rich folks
and prison for the poor
we got rampant unemployment
and never-ending war

we got a bunch of cameras
watching everything we do
we got a Constitution
but it don’t cover you

by Richard W. Bray