Time was somewhere else
In a universe of two
Bewitched and bedazzled
There was only you
The light, the air
The space between
Charged by the sparks
That cannot be seen
Colors overflow
Molecules conspire
Angels hold their breath
And stop to admire
The light, the air
The space between
Charged by the sparks
That cannot be seen
by Richard W. Bray
I lift my lids and all is born again.
—Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl's Love Song
So many dreams
Inside my head
Treasure and triumph
And beauty and dread
I lift my lids
To you instead
What disappeared
Is born anew
My moon-struck songs
Are all of you
Drops of bliss
Like morning dew
Rise and roar
And meet the world
Music until now
Unheard
My dream my life
My thunderbird
by Richard W. Bray
Eating breathing lies
Every day until you die
Resentment is a hell of a drug
Sweeping anger under the rug
Born with missing parts
Eight spleens and half a heart
Resentment is a hell of a drug
Pack your hatred into a shrug
Truth comes down in shards
You're bleeding pretty hard
Resentment is a hell of a drug
Metamorphize into a bug
by Richard W. Bray
Eights and sevens
Threes and twos
Math brings everything
Into view
Trapezoid, rhombus
Cubes and squares
Imagine, calculate
And compare
Fraction, cosine
Denominator
Essential tools
To make us greater
Find the difference
Plot the graph
Perceive, predict
And build with math
Engineer, geologist
Statistician, nurse
Math paints a picture
Of the universe
Tessellation
Infinity
Contemplating
Reality
by Richard W. Bray
I see you beautiful
I see you free
I wish you had some time
To be with me
I see you beautiful
I see you true
I dream about a world
That's full of you
I'll treat you like a princess
If you give me a chance
I see you beautiful
I see you strong
I really like the way
We get along
I see you beautiful
I see you smart
I can't even say
What you do to my heart
I'll treat you like a princess
If you give me a chance
by Richard W. Bray
Tell me on a Friday
If it isn't working out
Give me two days
To cry my eyeballs out
I'll arise on Monday morning
With a pile of work to do
Before I can remember
There's no more me and you
The paradise where roses bloom
Is just another lonely room
Tell me on a Friday
When my day is done
And all my happy hopes
Can set with the sun
I'll have 48 hours
To completely fall apart
Then I'll pull myself together
And resuscitate my heart
The paradise where roses bloom
Is just another lonely room
by Richard W. Bray
You need to kick his ass
That's what I'd do
I heard him talking shit
I'll be right next to you
Pouring poison in your ear
Loathing and fear
As he tries to make trouble
And sucks up your beer
You need to kick his ass
That's what I'd do
I heard him talking shit
I'll be right next to you
The dehydrated cackle
Of a thirsty vampire
Who feeds on decay
And funeral pyres
You need to kick his ass
That's what I'd do
I heard him talking shit
I'll be right next to you
As you flail in bloody folly
The demon disappears
To start endless quarrels
On through the years
You need to kick his ass
That's what I'd do
I heard him talking shit
I'll be right next to you
by Richard W. Bray
Painting pictures
Of people in your head
Inventing words
You wish they really said
Pretending
The world exists for you
Pretending
The same old lies are new
Pretending
You don't do what you do
Tearing worlds apart
Trying to get whole
You take and take
And empty out your soul
Pretending
To pity what you hate
Pretending
That bitterness is fate
Pretending
That two plus two is eight
by Richard W. Bray
I'm a whole lot crazy
I'm not an itty bitty crazy
Not a teensy weensy crazy
I'm a whole lot crazy over you
She says to wait your turn
As my insides start to churn
I'm a whole lot crazy
I'm not an itty bitty crazy
Not teensy weensy crazy
I'm a whole lot crazy over you
She says that she supposes
Send more jewelry and roses
I'm a whole lot crazy
I'm not an itty bitty crazy
Not a teensy weensy crazy
I'm a whole lot crazy over you
She says you're really sweet
I might let you wash my feet
I'm a whole lot crazy
I'm not an itty bitty crazy
Not a teensy weensy crazy
I'm a whole lot crazy over you
She says we might get together
Maybe someday, maybe never
I'm a whole lot crazy
I'm not an itty bitty crazy
Not a teensy weensy crazy
I'm a whole lot crazy over you
by Richard W. Bray
Missing cash and broken hearts
Never-ending when it starts
Scams and phony resumes
You walk away but someone pays
Reputations killed for fun
Your words are like a loaded gun
Liars know they're lying
But they still believe their lies
Don't believe a word
Unless you see it with your eyes
So much destruction in your wake
How much money did you make?
Armies march and people die
Fill your pocket – don't care why
Diseases growing in your brain
Your legacy is one big stain
Liars know they're lying
But they still believe their lies
Don't believe a word
Unless you see it with your eyes
by Richard W. Bray
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