The way you changed my life
No, no they can’t take that away from me
—Ira Gershwin
i could have
loved you better
in a million
different ways
you’ll be in
every moment
till the bygone
of my days
everything
that came before
was leading
up to you
everything
i’m feeling now
is from your
residue
i’m better
cuz of you
in a million
different ways
you’ll be in
every moment
till the bygone
of my days
by Richard W. Bray
You torture your kids
You terrorize your wife
But you’re a
Wonderful man
In your fantasy life
Life isn’t public relations
You can’t erase the hurt
With a well-written statement
Nobody believes
Your silly façade
Not your friends
Not your family
Not even your dog
Life isn’t public relations
Are you fake and insincere
From birth to cremation?
By Richard W. Bray
somewhere there’s a rainbow
as beautiful as you
i ain’t never seen it
but they tell me that it’s true
somehow you appeared
when i was falling apart
you sheltered me from chaos
with your beautiful heart
sometimes life is vicious
it takes everything away
it left me with a hurting
that’s impossible to say
somehow i keep going
what else can i do?
with a little bit of hope for
the world that gave me you
by Richard W. Bray
The grifters in charge
Had better beware
He’s working for the people
Not the billionaires
Come on everybody
It’s time to get busy
We’re putting Bernie Sanders
In the old White Hizzy
No more student debt
No more stupid wars
No more sons of privilege
Sneaking in the side door
Come on everybody
It’s time to get busy
We’re putting Bernie Sanders
In the old White Hizzy
Decency and kindness
Compassionate and sweet
We need a leader of the people
Not a bunch of angry tweets
Come on everybody
It’s time to get busy
We’re putting Bernie Sanders
In the old White Hizzy
by Richard W. Bray
Precious like a songbird
Precious like sunshine
Precious like a kind word
Precious like dinnertime
Precious like you
Precious like a rainy night
Precious like a full moon
Precious like a lullaby
Precious like a show tune
Precious like you
Precious like a rainbow
Precious like your first tooth
Precious like a meadow
Precious like the whole truth
Precious like you
Precious like a playround
Precious like a bouncing ball
Precious like an old hound
Precious like your grandpa
Precious like you
by Richard W. Bray
you sell guns, bombs, pills
and imperial slaughter
how about a world
where kids can drink the water?
you get paid to tell lies on tv
is that really
who you wanted to be?
you sell a war against the poor
and the middle class
while you make a sweet living
up a billionaire’s ass
falsifying is your career
I can smell your soul
rotting from here
by Richard W. Bray
I always knew you loved me
No matter what I did
I always knew you loved me
You never kept it hid
I always knew you loved me
No matter what I said
I always knew you loved me
In your heart and in your bed
I always knew you loved me
And you know I love you too
You’ll always be inside me
And everything I do
By Richard W. Bray
I’m too old to be such a dumbass
Someday, I’ll pay
For each one of my sins
Catting and carousing
Till daylight
St. Peter’s gonna
Curse my silly grin
I’m too old to be such a dumbass
I’m sorry for
The selfish things I done
I left a trail of heartache
And hurting
I gotta say
I had a lotta fun
I’m too old to be such a dumbass
I’m about to bust
My weary frame
It’s too late for any excuses
I spent a lifetime
Shifting all the blame
I’m too old to be such a dumbass
I feel bad
For all them things I said
I’ve always been
A real late bloomer
I’m gonna change
Right after I am dead
By Richard W. Bray
Washing out the spot
That never goes away
How many children
Did you kill today?
Staring at the basin
In all your distress
What happens in your head
Is anybody’s guess
Now you’re making speeches
Reciting practiced lies
I wonder what’s behind
The empty in your eyes
Where does it come from?
The hunger that devours
Destroying whole countries
For a little taste of Power
by Richard W. Bray
if i were you were you were you
—Wanda Coleman
If I was you
I’d grow out my hair
And tuck my shirt
In my underwear
If I was you
I’d get me a tan
I’d drive a red truck
And drink like a man
If I was you
I’d get a good job
Stop dressing like a fool
And looking like a slob
Stop acting stupid
Making up your rhyme
Get outta bed early
Chew thirty-seven times
you say a lot more
than you ever really do
who ever said
that i wanna be you?
by Richard W. Bray
