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All the people you push down

March 19, 2021 

Madly here we go again
Making war to feel like men
All the suffering in the world
Inflicted on a little girl

Everyone you boss around
All the people you push down
The hateful hunger to control
Lord, it takes a mighty toll

Disparage everything they do
Cuz everyone should be like you
That’s how a tyrant runs his home
Cutting children to the bone

Everyone you boss around
All the people you push down
The hateful hunger to control
Lord, it takes a mighty toll

Squeezing every single dime
From their labor and their time
That’s what production’s all about
Plug 'em in and turn it out

Everyone you boss around
All the people you push down
The hateful hunger to control
Lord, it takes a mighty toll

By Richard W. Bray

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Reptile Love

March 1, 2021

Your skin changes color
What a marvelous tongue
You warm me all over
When we’re sitting in the sun

Your nictitating membrane
Really makes me wanna sin
When you slither all around me
You know I always shed my skin

We could raise a brood of geckos
On grasshoppers and kale
Dig a hole for your eggs, dear
I’ll even grow a new tail

If you’ll be my little mamba
I’ll be a happy crocodile
Fending off a thousand vipers
Just to see your scaly smile

By Richard W. Bray

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Bullies

January 15, 2021

Bullies are angry
Bullies are mean
They gotta put you down
To empty their spleen

Bullies wanna conquer
Bullies divide
Spreading round the hurt
Cuz they’re broken inside

Bullies disarrange things
Bullies hurt your health
Every single bully feels
Sad for themself

by Richard W. Bray

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Granite to Grass

December 17, 2020

‘Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand
When we with Daisies lie—
—Emily Dickinson, If I Should Die

Darker nights than ever
Hearts of shattered glass
Hefting laden caskets
Setting granite in the grass

They will come for all the bodies
   Then they’ll come and take our homes
The machine keeps right on turning
   And grinding up the bones

When disaster makes you richer
What could ever make you whole?
Is it just the love of Mammon?
Or the absence of a soul?

They will come for all the bodies
   Then they’ll come and take our homes
The machine keeps right on turning
   And grinding up the bones

by Richard W. Bray

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with you

November 14, 2020


a movie in the afternoon
   with you
a walk, a talk, a Gershwin tune
   with you

in a cabin in the hills
   with you
in a field of daffodils
   with you

snuggle on the coldest night
   with you
feeling safe and holding tight
   with you

everything is warm and true
   with you
in a universe of two
   with you

by Richard W. Bray

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How’d you know the song in my heart?

October 11, 2020

How’d you make the world
Collapse and disappear?
How’d you make your voice
The only thing I hear?

How’d you take my troubles
And tear them all apart?
How’d you know the song
In my heart?

How’d you know the song
In my heart?

How’d you patch me up
And nurse me back to health?
How’d you create a world
Where time was someplace else?

How’d you erase the past
And make a whole new start?
How’d you know the song
In my heart?

How’d you know the song
In my heart?

by Richard W. Bray

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booby-trapped

October 7, 2020

broken lives
and broken hearts and
foolish empty pledges

I’m rugged and I’m ragged
and sharp around
the edges

Don’t get too close
I’m booby-trapped
Broke from eating
Too much crap
There’s so much shit
When I explode
It’s gonna be
The motherload

all the lies
you swallow, they
never get digested

every segment
of your soul
will become infested

Don’t get too close
I’m booby-trapped
Broke from eating
Too much crap
There’s so much shit
When I explode
It’s gonna be
The motherload

by Richard W. Bray

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love madness

September 15, 2020

all day long
I think of you
subsisting on
your residue

too good to be true
too good to be true
too good to be true

warmth and style
and royal blue
all wrapped up
inside of you

too good to be true
too good to be true
too good to be true

your hair, your smile
your ballyhoo
I would pay
to be your shoe

too good to be true
too good to be true
too good to be true

sophistication
through and through
you’ll never play
the ingénue

too good to be true
too good to be true
too good to be true

I live for love
I never knew
the psycho ward
is overdue

too good to be true
too good to be true
too good to be true

by Richard W. Bray

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The Legend of Looney Tick

September 2, 2020

I got a friend named Looney Tick
He chewed all day and ate a brick
Washed it down with motor oil
He drinks it fresh before it spoils

I don’t believe in superstition
Minerals are good nutrition

I got a friend named Looney Tick
You never know what clothes he’ll pick
He’s decked out in all his splendor
Cargo shorts and red suspenders

I’m a walking fashion plate
How them haters love to hate

I got a friend named Looney Tick
Sanity is not his schtick
He cleans his table with a mop
He stole a car and called the cops

I don’t need no evidence
I’ll just use my common sense

I had a friend named Looney Tick
He fought a grizzly with a stick
His daddy told him that ain’t wise
But he believed his lying eyes

That bear is big but I’m real quick
Never mess with Looney Tick

That bear is big but I’m real quick…

The last we heard from Looney Tick

by Richard W. Bray

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the bend in the river where the cottonwoods grow

August 2, 2020

the city’s gonna kill me
if I don’t let it go
time to find a valley
where the living is slow

maples in September
mountains in the snow
the bend in the river
where the cottonwoods grow

deliver me from humbug
the never-ending show
time for some authentic
dirt beneath my toes

maples in September
mountains in the snow
the bend in the river
where the cottonwoods grow

time to grab my spirit
and hop upon a crow
that’s the only tonic
for my weary old soul

maples in September
mountains in the snow
the bend in the river
where the cottonwoods grow

by Richard W. Bray

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