Do you think of yourself as an atheist?
God no. Those were the good old days…
For a long time I’ve suspected that we might be simply incapable of imagining the epochal evils of which we stand rightly accused and I thought it at least possible that the structure of reality itself harbors something like the forms of which our sordid history is only a pale reflection.
—from Stella Maris by Cormac McCarthyWhat do you do when evil looks you in the eye?
Some people just start lying and lying
Until their life becomes like a Stairmaster of lies
From which they can never escape
What do you do when evil looks you in the eye?
Some people just look for something beautiful
And try to kill it
What do you do when evil looks you in the eye?
Some people just look for something they think they can control
What do you do when evil looks you in the eye?
Some people just sigh
And try
Not to cause any more pain than they have to
Just to get by
by Richard W. Bray
I wake up in the night
No joy in being right
Shut your eyes
And close your ears
As it tumbles down like tears
The news that burns your soul
The things we can’t control
Uphill all the way
Every minute of the day
Big dreams and little toils
A sunny day, a patch of soil
Way leads on to way
When there’s nothing
More to say
by Richard W. Bray
Tune in for some friendly lies
Amuse me when the village dies
Forever in Eurasia wars
Who knows what we're fighting for?
Existential shit show
Hiding from your shadow
Blindfolds when things get funky
Pin the tail on the monkey
No salvation on the screen
Always washed but never clean
Smash a dream and kill a smile
Add another to the pile
Self-destruction lost its charm
Another dead from needle arm
Paying more and living less
Who's the author of this mess?
by Richard W. Bray
Winkle and Wankle and Wunkle
Got attacked by an angry old skunkle
Wankle and Wunkle and Winkle
We're quite overwhelmed by the stinkle
Wunkle and Winkle and Wankle
Took all of their change to the bankle
Wankle and Winkle and Wunkle
Bought a new house for their uncle
Wunkle and Wankle and Winkle
Have an auto that's purple and pinkle
Winkle and Wunkle and Wankle
Keep plenty of gas in the tankle
Wankle and Winkle and Wunkle
Dribble and pass and slam dunkle
Wunkle and Wankle and Winkle
Roller on skates at the rinkle
Winkle and Wunkle and Wankle
Often smell musty and dankle
by Richard W. Bray
87 days
I had 87 days
I threw it away
And fell back into
Hopeless helpless hell
I called up my sponsor
He sent over a guy
To fill me up with coffee
And take me to a meeting
I cried:
87 days
I had 87 days
He said:
Tomorrow, you’re gonna have one day
Thank God for my sponsor
Thank God I'm alive
Tomorrow I'm gonna have one day
by Richard W. Bray
Be where you are
Take a look around
Listen to the landscape
Cast your bucket down
Be where you are
Everything is close
The universe is everywhere
It's underneath your nose
Be where you are
Slow your body down
Matter is in motion
It's happy as a houndBe where you are
Outside is in
Listen to the music
As your molecules spin
by Richard W. Bray
It’s not a little thing
When breakfast is ready
Lunches are packed
And the house is warm
It’s not a little thing
When dishes are done
Laundry is clean
And your coat’s by the door
It’s not a little thing
Who’s sleeping in your bed
When it’s someone who supports
Everything you do
It’s not a little thing
When you go out in the world
Knowing that there’s someone
Who really loves you
By Richard W. Bray
I once met a traveler
From a foreign land
He beguiled our village
Taking about his clan
He told us thoughts were free
Like the air we breathe
And there isn't any list
Of acceptable ideas
We laughed and hollered
We slapped our knees
That man was crazy
As a basket full of bees
Without instructions
Nothing makes sense
You'll say the wrong thing
You'll surely give offense
We showed him the list
That's pinned to the wall
In every building
And meeting hall
It tells us what to think
It tells us what to say
Folks who disagree
Are quickly sent away
The list brings order
The list brings peace
The list brings love
And harmony
Without the list
Life would be insane
Who would we bless?
And who would we blame?
That kooky old traveler
Just shook his head
He sneaked away quiet
When we were still in bed
by Richard W. Bray
idiotic therapeutic
wishy washy boo hoo
sticks and stones
Do words break bone?
crazy as a cuckoostop your sobbin silly robin
wings to fly
beak for bobbin
skippin to my lu-lu
trigger warning
every morning
scaredy catdon't do that
just accept your boo boo
toughen up
buttercupbatter up
and to yourself
be true true
by Richard W. Bray
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