Where do the people in my dreams come from?
Do they have occupations
In their dreamy dreamy lives?
Do they wake up in the morning
And kiss their dreamy wives?
Where do the people in my dreams come from?
Do they inhabit other people’s dreams
Or only visit mine?
Do they all hang out together?
Do they live in space and time?
Where do the people in my dreams come from?
Do they exist in dimensions
That humans cannot see?
Do they go to bed at night
And dream about me?
by Richard W. Bray
it only takes you
to open up the door
you wash away the blue
you refresh and you restore
it only took you
to melt my frozen heart
you fix me just like glue
when I’m falling apart
In a cold and bitter world
You’re a special kind of girl
it only takes you
to turn blizzards into fire
doo be doo be doo be doo
there ain’t no way to get higher
it only takes you
to right me when I’m wrong
if the world disappears
there will still be your song
by Richard W. Bray
Fill the world with song
Sing until you're silly
Wild and beguiled
By Roses and Lilys
Stars on Alabama
The way you look tonight
Baby I'm amazed
When you hold me tight
Nobody to see us
Nobody to hear us
Pay no mind to stupid words
With nobody near us
Those ordinary things
That I gotta do
I throw em out the window
To be alone with you
By Richard W. Bray
Weak and wounded people
Let the spirits in
Play a demon's game
The demons always win
Entertain a demon
And grovel at its feet
Revel in destruction
And tales of deceit
Spin a tangled web
Stab a thousand backs
Demon grabs your virtue
And eats it like a snack
Dance with the devil
Sing his favorite song
Never ask yourself
Where it went wrong
Do all the things
A demon says to do
And never admit
The demon is you
by Richard W. Bray
When your life’s a walking shitshow
And you fill the world with lies
You don’t know why you’re empty
Saying your goodbyes
In a room where you say your name
And try to tell the truth
Don’t miss out on fellowship
Searching for proof
Alone on a computer
You muffle your cries
As you try to find your truth
In other people’s lives
Searching the whole world
Looking for your purpose
Cast your buckets down
And try to be of service
by Richard W. Bray
The quiet of the sky
The passion of the trees
The wisdom of the rocks
Educating me
Unremembered kindness
Murmurs in the breeze
The wonders of a world
That willed itself to be
Experience the grandeur
Of a world that isn’t clean
Open up your senses
Pull away from the screen
by Richard W. Bray
Everything is broken
It’s about to get worse
I know what’s wrong with everyone
I know just what to do
If I could punch you every moment
Then I could fix you
Everything is broken
So I make my own truth
It isn’t really lying cuz I’m not even there
I know what’s wrong with you
Cuz I live in your head
It isn’t really me sleeping in my bed
Everything is broken
I live outside myself
Reality is bad for my health
No one can handle my sad little poem
A little girl got broken
And she never went home
by Richard W. Bray
choices matter
syllables flatter
promises as empty
as the windbroadcast near and far
tell us who you are
fabricate and
fantasize and spin
goodness will not say
what it gives away
treasures more
valuable than gold
love unassailable
beauty unexplainable
the best things
cannot be told
By Richard W. Bray
The marriage went stale
We lived our separate lives
I had a pocket full of floozies
She slept with some wives
Drinking in a crowd
And laughing way too loud
Ignoring what I lost
Forget about the cost
On a dusty old road
With nothing left to see
I burned down every bridge
From Barstow to Western Tennessee
Drinking in a crowd
And laughing way too loud
Ignoring what I lost
Forget about the cost
I'll buy another round
And cut myself some slack
I'm telling you for sure in this crazy ole world
There ain't no way to turn ever back
Drinking in a crowd
And laughing way too loud
Ignoring what I lost
Forget about the cost
By Richard W. Bray
Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.
–Carl Jung
Patrick’s always talking
About everybody else
He doesn’t even know
He’s just talking about himself
"Two-faced Tommy
Is such a stupid clown
Always talking trash
When people aren’t around"
Patrick’s always talking
About everybody else
He doesn’t even know
He’s just talking about himself
"Albert's so angry
Screaming all day
It makes my blood boil
When he acts that way"
Patrick’s always talking
About everybody else
He doesn’t even know
He’s just talking about himself
“Walter’s such a drunk
He’ll never get it right
Always at the bar
I see him every night”
Patrick’s always talking
About everybody else
He doesn’t even know
He’s just talking about himself
“Heather’s so jealous
She’s bitter and cruel
If I had all her privileges
I wouldn’t be such a fool”
Patrick’s always talking
About everybody else
He doesn’t even know
He’s just talking about himself
by Richard W. Bray
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