What kind of beast would turn its life into words? —Adrienne Rich Relentlessly describing Everything I see I got a magic eye The world will notice me Countless dinner parties Living in the glow Don't know why I'm crying Feelings come and go Candor in my vision The covenant I keep I see for miles and miles But I don't look in too deep Wealth and fame and glory Always on the phone I told a thousand stories But I never knew my own by Richard W. Bray
laughing girls and romping boys a thousand lovely aching joys spots of time the spirit captures mundane moments dizzy raptures drink all this the blessèd mood little things felt and viewed By Richard W. Bray
Beware the Wooky Wabble In the Torple Tapple Tree He vexonted Carroll Lewis And he almost blurbled me Beware the Wooky Wabble Deceptive in its art He looks just like a nuknak But he’s wipple wapple smart Beware the Wooky Wabble With his chriomatic forge He swings a brutesome blade Lacerating Gordon George Beware the Wooky Wabble He sporpled Miss D.H. She keeps on writing books But they’re only one page Beware the Wooky Wabble He bedeviled Milton John He behemothed Shelley Percy Till the raspity of dawn by Richard W. Bray
Shooting star across the sky Oh my God, we’re gonna die I never want to walk around There’s a chance I might fall down Live a life of melodrama Stay inside and call your mama If that girl won’t go out with me I’ll live a life of misery If I’m not getting perfects marks I’ll be sleeping in the park When every hill’s a mountaintop The agony will never stop I got a pain inside my head Pretty soon I will be dead Every surface must be scoured I boil my food for several hours Breathe and think and slow your hurry You don’t need to feed your worry by Richard W. Bray
A look, a snub, a slander Says you’re not enough A heap of indignation A morsel of love Silent disappointment A rolling of the eyes To never miss a moment To cut you down to size The sadness of a soul Who gives to take away A sigh that’s filled with scorn A heart made out of clay by Richard W. Bray
It’s pretty easy to tell when someone is lying to themself.* But you can never know another person’s truth. And discovering your own truth is an enormous task. The truth that looks you in the eye “No reason why this has to hurt” Tell yourself another lie Compare yourself to other guys “My loser friends are so inert” The truth that looks you in the eye Bewildered every time you cry “I’m self-aware – I’m so alert” Tell yourself another lie Jump off a bridge – expect to fly “Only fools return to dirt?” The truth that looks you in the eye Deception is your alibi “I’m guiltless, honest and overt” Tell yourself another lie Dismiss your actions with a sigh “I never aimed to disconcert” The truth that looks you in the eye Tell yourself another lie by Richard W. Bray *For example, when someone says I don’t care, it usually means they care a lot.
there’s no magic words to protect you from the hurt there’s no magic words there’s just a lot of dirt there’s no magic words to cover up the lies there’s no magic words for the empty in their eyes there’s no magic words just try to stay real keep your people close and take the time to heal by Richard W. Bray
unruly, rambunctious, exhausting and wild there’s no greater love than the love of a child boundless, colossal, extending for miles there is no restraining the love of a child needy and hopeful, touching and mild the heaviest burden, the love of a child investing your marrow, refunded in smiles there’s no greater love than the love of a child by Richard W. Bray
Henny Henny Penny says “The sky is falling down Pack up everything you got And get out of town” Henny Henny Penny says “It’s never been this bad The world is off its rocker And everyone is mad” Henny Henny Penny says “Life don’t make no sense I need a load of bricks To build a bigger fence” Henny Henny Penny says “Never go outside It’s a crazy crazy world So find a place to hide” Henny Henny Penny says “Protect your mental health You don’t want to go crazy Like everybody else” By Richard W. Bray
From thought and love and rhyme
To frontiers of space and time
From a mosque in Timbuktu
To the Dome of Xanadu
From protecting son and daughter
To industrialized slaughter
From a monkey standing tall
To the beast that wants it all
By Richard W. Bray
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