I never thought our love would quit
we felt like such a perfect fit
now it’s time for us to end
I hope someday we can be friends
we shared a love that burned and shined
then our love ran out of time
you were great and so was I
no one can say we didn’t try
so there’s nothing left to say
I just want you to be ok
time to kiss and say goodbye
we’ll have lots of time to cry
by Richard W. Bray
The knowledge imposes a pattern, and falsifies,
For the pattern is new in every moment
And every moment is a new and shocking
Valuation of all we have been.
—T.S. Eliot, East Coker
Don’t get caught in a pattern
Don’t get stuck in a rut
Don’t be ruled by a pain
In the pit of your gut
Don’t make a prison of the past
Don’t contest old wars
Don’t hesitate to open
An unfamiliar door
Don’t miss tomorrow for today
Don’t clutch the dead and gone
Don’t turn your whole life into
A sad country song
Be open for the future
It’s shocking and new
Can’t know what it is
Until it gets to you
by Richard W. Bray
The girl I didn’t marry
The girl who loved me true
Was a precious little angel
Just like you
I had a good life
But I hadn’t figured out
Who I had to be
Or what I was about
She never ever knew
She couldn’t see
She fell in love
With the man I tried to be
That’s why I ran away
I couldn’t get locked in
Now I’ll never know
What we might have been
Now you wanna love me
That’s not a good plan
I still ain’t figured out
Who the hell I am
by Richard W. Bray
It’s a recurring deed
Not an aberration
The stupid bloody greed
Of the folks who own a nation
They bleed the land dry
With unstoppable predation
And loot and steal and lie
To increase their allocation
They will plunder every dollar
And suffocate the nation
If no one puts a collar
On their moral depredation
by Richard W. Bray
Take the worst thing you’ve ever done
And put it in your pocket
Don’t matter if you tell someone
Just put it in your pocket
Take the worst thing you’ve ever done
And own it every second
Like the dearest thing you’ve known
A memory that beckons
The worst thing you’ve ever done
Is you and you must love it
Find beauty in your frailty
You’ll never get above it
by Richard W. Bray
I don’t care she went away
I don’t care the kitchen smells
I can buy some paper plates
I can live on Taco Bell
I don’t care she went away
I don’t care that she’s gone
a man’s gotta be free
and I gotta be strong
I don’t care she went away
I don’t care that I’m alone
I ain’t about to cry
cuz I’m totally grown
I don’t care she went away
I don’t care I was wrong
time to drink some whisky
and play a sad song
by Richard W. Bray
Puritanism: The haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be happy.
—H.L. Mencken
You need to be punished
For thoughts in your head
Don’t act on your hunger
You’d be better off dead
You need to be punished
It’s your filthy stinking sin
Heaven’s not a promise
And you ain’t getting in
You need to be punished
I know who you are
You spoke with that guy
And got inside his car
You need to be punished
You’ll feel much better
I got a strap that cleanses
As your cheeks get redder
I need to punish
And make the world right
It’s my duty to destroy
Every hint of appetite
by Richard W. Bray
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
—Emily Dickinson
Some folks hide their hurt
Under a carapace of cruel
They’d rather be an asshole
Than be anybody’s fool
It’s easy to give up
It’s easy to despair
It’s easy to bamboozle
And pretend you just don’t care
It’s scary to acknowledge
We’ll never find a cure
It’s daunting to consider
All the hurt in the world
Focus on the little toil—
Cool one pain
It’s all that I know
To keep one sane
by Richard W. Bray
I cannot be
Your fantasy
I won’t make
Your life complete
I cannot fix the world
I’m not your
Pixie Dream Girl
I’m not a maid
I’m not a saint
I’m not a shrine
Where you can pray
I’m not your mommy
Put on earth
To make the ouchie
Go away
We can walk
For a while
We can talk and
We can nuzzle
Don’t forget that
I’m a person
Not a piece
Of you puzzle
I’m not a maid
I’m not a saint
I’m not a shrine
Where you can pray
I’m not your mommy
Put on earth
To make the ouchie
Go away
by Richard W. Bray
She’s a vision, she’s an angel
she’s a goddess, she’s a queen
She is natural, she is perfect
She is pure and she is clean
Love can be incredible
But love won’t make you whole
If you’re looking for a woman
To perfect your sorry soul
Everything I want and need
A perfect combination
Every other woman is
A phony imitation
If you’re looking for a partner
To play a hopeless role
You won’t find a woman
To perfect your sorry soul
Transport constant misery
To eternal bliss
She’s the only woman
Who could possibly do this
Replacing God with Romance
Is an idiotic goal
You won’t find a woman
To perfect your sorry soul
by Richard W. Bray
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