can we listen? can we talk?

September 17, 2025


can we listen?
can we talk?
can we walk around the block?
can we solve our problems
with words instead of rocks?


can we listen?
can we talk?
are we able to be free?
can we plant a garden
without a Poison Tree?

can we listen?
can we talk?
can we ever be certain
it's not a big lie
not the man behind the curtain?

can we listen?
can we talk?
can we walk around the block?
can a man have an opinion
without losing his job
?

can we listen?
can we talk?
frustration festers below
keep it out in the sun
and let your flower grow

by Richard W. Bray

Resentment doesn’t age so well

September 5, 2025

Resentment doesn't age so well 
Torn and tattered like a shoe
It has a rather nasty smell

Grit your teeth or share your hell
Curse the things you did not do
Resentment doesn't age so well

Can't escape the morning bell
Facing facts and coming to
It has a rather nasty smell

Sagging hopes and cold farewells
Less and less in front of you
Resentment doesn't age so well

No one’s buying what you sell
Still sucking on the residue
It has a rather nasty smell

I have no comfort words to tell
I cannot paddle your canoe
Resentment doesn't age so well
It has a rather nasty smell

by Richard W. Bray

Ain’t nothing on the outside that’s gonna make you whole

August 21, 2025

To fight aloud, is very brave —
But gallanter, I know
Who charge within the bosom
The Cavalry of Woe —
–Emily Dickinson

You always loved the thunder
And you're scared of the light
Hiding from your insides
So you pick another fight

It's time to shut up
And listen to yourself
Your neverending squabbles
Are ruining your health

Scrolling through the profiles
And it makes your body burn
Life is not a scrapbook
Some people never learn

It's time to shut up
And listen to your heart
Stop flailing around
Or you'll tear yourself apart

You're over there and everywhere
You're talking on the phone
In everybody's business
You can't stand to be alone

It's time to shut up
And listen to your soul
Ain't nothing on the outside
That's gonna make you whole

by Richard W. Bray

we make up crazy shit and call it Science

August 5, 2025


everything you love must be renounced
friends and neighbors double-cross and pounce

reality is just a point of view
we decide what is and isn't true

we demand commitment and compliance
we make up crazy shit and call it Science

we fill you up with bitterness and bile
and send you off to murder and defile

we change the rules and kill the ones who try
to live for love and look beyond the lie

we make up crazy shit and call it Science
the public has to pay for its defiance


by Richard W. Bray

Little Demons Scamper

July 29, 2025

Sordid 
Little
Secrets
In a room where no one tells
Money
Greed
& Power
And a host of ugly smells

The object of possession
The tinsel and the town
The only joy you have
Is knocking people down

Huge hatreds boiling up
Underneath the skin
Don't know how to walk away
Don't know how to win

We can never stop
Being what we've done
Little demons scamper
In the light of the sun

by Richard W. Bray

The world is full of love

July 21, 2025


Cold comforts set between us, things to share
Gleaming in a bucket of clean water.

Seamus Heaney, When all the others were away at Mass

The world is full of love
Gleaming in a bowl
Epic in the moments
Miniscule and whole

The world is full of love
Melting into drops
Transferring timelessly
It never really stops

The world is full of love
Together in a task
Fluent in our motions
And questions never asked

By Richard W. Bray

Before the truth puts on its pants

July 9, 2025

Before the Truth puts on its pants
The Lie begins its grim advance
Honesty ain’t got a chance
The world is just a Devil’s Dance

I lived a lie called you and me 
In a world that cannot be
So many things I could not see
Now I’m blessed with misery

Before the Truth puts on its pants
The Lie begins its grim advance
Honesty ain’t got a chance
The world is just a Devil’s Dance

Don’t believe your lying eyes
Don’t fall for tales from spooky spies 
We’re running out of alibis 
When murder falls down from the skies

Before the Truth puts on its pants
The Lie begins its grim advance
Honesty ain’t got a chance
The world is just a Devil’s Dance

Nations skid and empires fall
The crazy pity of it all
Don’t bang your head against the wall
When the Devils start to call

Before the Truth puts on its pants
The Lie begins its grim advance
Honesty ain’t got a chance
The world is just a Devil’s Dance

by Richard W. Bray

Don’t deny a helping hand

July 1, 2025

Bring it all back home
Enjoy the bounty of the land
Bring it all back home
Cast your buckets where you stand

Bring it all back home
Put a feather in your nest
Bring it all back home
Wishing everyone the best

Bring it all back home
Put your shoulder to the plough
Bring it all back home
Feel the sweat upon your brow

Bring it all back home
Don't deny a helping hand
Bring it all back home
Love every person in the land

Bring it all back home
Plant a garden in your heart
Bring it all back home
That's the place to make a start

by Richard W. Bray

They can talk and they can talk

June 21, 2025


You're my where
You’re my why
You’re my supply
You get me high
Times are tough
The well is dry
But we're gonna get by

They can talk and they can talk
They’re lying
Up and down the block
They know we got everything
We don’t have to say a thing


Their bitter lives of misery
Don’t wanna know
What they see
When they look at you and me
It’s what they’re never gonna be

They can talk and they can talk
They’re lying
Up and down the block
They know we got everything
We don’t have to say a thing


by Richard W. Bray

A Kitten’s Nursery Rhyme

June 13, 2025

In the vagaries of time 
When Al Green explores your mind
Just a kitten’s nursery rhyme
Of a single chorus line
Where the dancers hope to find
Another dream of wealth and wine

All of the hippos at the zoo
Have got a pebble in their shoe
And the trickster’s happy crew
Is eating crocodile stew
The unicorns are dancing too
With a song that's just for you

I found a refuge in your eyes
Refreshment under rainy skies
Where my stupidity is wise
You were too sweet to realize
Out of a world of better guys
You really thought I was a prize

by Richard W. Bray