Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

Love

December 30, 2017

Love don’t do the dishes
Love won’t tie your shoes
Love didn’t cook your dinner
Love can’t change a fuse

Love will not protect us
Love cannot atone
Love don’t stop our leaders
From dropping all those drones

Love don’t bomb no babies
Love don’t start no wars
We do a trillion ugly things
Love ain’t keeping score

Love won’t fix the shower
Love can’t brush your hair
The only thing it’s good for
Is making people care

by Richard W. Bray

Machine

December 27, 2017

They wanna count you, classify you
Stamp a number on your head
Aggravate you, allocate you
Every day until you’re dead

They sanitize and organize you
Till you fit in the machine
Hypnotize you, terrorize you
Till you’re lonely scared and mean

Indoctrinate you, fill-with-hate you
And nourish you with lies
Calibrate you, automate you
And march you off to die

by Richard W. Bray

The deepest darkest dirty you

December 16, 2017

The confession became one of the West’s most highly valued techniques for producing truth. We have since become a singularly confessing society. The confession has spread its effects far and wide. It plays a part in justice, medicine, education, family relationships, and love relations, in the most ordinary affairs of everyday life, and in the most solemn rites; one confesses one’s crimes, one’s sins, one’s thoughts and desires, one’s illnesses and troubles; one goes about telling, with greatest precision, whatever is most difficult to tell. One confesses in public and private, to one’s parents, one’s educators, one’s doctor, to those one loves; one admits to oneself, in pleasure and in pain, things that would be impossible to tell anyone else, the things people write books about. One confesses — or is forced to confess.
Michel Foucault, The History of Sexuality, Volume One

We have the right to know what’s true
The deepest darkest dirty you
And all those nasty things you do

Every word you ever said
Every thought that’s in your head
And everything you do in bed

We’re everywhere — you won’t get far
You have to tell us who you are
The ugly, wicked, and bizarre

We goad, we taunt, we tease, we hound
We build you up — we tear you down
We have the right to watch you drown

We pillage hearts and ransack souls
We seek salvation in your skull
And pray your blood will make us whole

by Richard W. Bray

Metacognition

December 9, 2017

Cut off on the highway
I ruminate for days
Some guy I’ll never see again
Has got to change his ways

Just met Dave’s new girlfriend
She’s intelligent and hot
Dave is such an asshole
I deserve the things he’s got

I talked to my fixations
I looked inside my head
My fixations we’re awakened
This is what they said:

I’m petty and I’m jealous
I’m greedy and I’m mean
My heart is filled with vengeance
I’m a normal human being

by Richard W. Bray

crooked crooked world

November 22, 2017

You shall love your crooked neighbour
      With your crooked heart

W.H Auden, As I Walked Out One Evening

Anger and resentment
Will fill your heart with sand
Allow yourself to care about
Somebody you can’t stand

There’s a part of you that tries to love
Everyone you see
Pretending that it doesn’t
Makes you angry sad and mean

It’s a crooked crooked world
Filled with crooked souls
Love can make it meaningful
But nothing makes us whole

By Richard W. Bray

Solid Bliss

October 15, 2017

They storm the Earth and stun the Air,
A Mob of solid Bliss –

Emily Dickinson

Stir some dust
And make some noise
A mob of happy
Girls and boys

Romp and stomp
And kick your heels
Listen how
Your body feels

Play and laugh
And squeal and shout
Bounce your feelings
All about

by Richard W. Bray

When you see somebody happy

October 8, 2017

When you see somebody happy
Does it leave you feeling blue?
Do you wish for some affliction
To take them down a notch or two?

When you see somebody happy

Do you wonder if they’re true?
Like nobody should be happy
Who ain’t good enough for you

When you see somebody happy

Does it make you happy, too?
Do you get a little mad
They’re not miserable like you?

by Richard W. Bray

Your Noisy Little Skull

September 30, 2017

YOU’RE JUST A SORE LOSER
I’VE SEEN YOUR KIND BEFORE
EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU
IS ROTTEN TO THE CORE

You don’t even know me
I’m a person, not a kind
My existence can’t be flattened
To fit inside your mind

YOU’RE JUST A COMPLAINER
LIKE A MILLION OTHER FOOLS
BUGGER OFF CHILDREN
AND LET THE GROWNUPS RULE

The Serious grownups
With your guns and bombs and jail
Rewarding one another
Every time you fail

YOU STUPID LITTLE PUNK
YOU’LL NEVER UNDERSTAND
WHY CAN’T YOU JUST BE QUIET
AND TAKE IT LIKE A MAN?

Shouting out for silence
Won’t still your noisy skull
Defining others downward
Will never make you whole

by Richard W. Bray

Sloppy Jay

September 23, 2017

In disheveled disarray
Careless messy Sloppy Jay
Putters on his merry way

He leaves a trail of pickles and moss
And stones and sticks and taco sauce
A slapdash chain of dregs and dross

Cruel teachers and angry aunts
Sling a thousand bitter taunts
For Jay’s apparent nonchalance

Inside this squall of anarchy
Lurks a soul enchanted and free
Discard your spite and you could see

by Richard W. Bray

the warmth of you

September 9, 2017

the warmth of you
melts away the hurt
love like a river
washing out the dirt

the song of you
pulses through my mind
your tender melody
compassionate and kind

the joy of you
sparkles like a star
I wish I could absorb
everything you are

by Richard W. Bray