Shooting star across the sky
Oh my God, we’re gonna die
I never want to walk around
There’s a chance I might fall down
Live a life of melodrama
Stay inside and call your mama
If that girl won’t go out with me
I’ll live a life of misery
If I’m not getting perfects marks
I’ll be sleeping in the park
When every hill’s a mountaintop
The agony will never stop
I got a pain inside my head
Pretty soon I will be dead
Every surface must be scoured
I boil my food for several hours
Breathe and think and slow your hurry
You don’t need to feed your worry
by Richard W. Bray
unruly, rambunctious, exhausting and wild
there’s no greater love than the love of a child
boundless, colossal, extending for miles
there is no restraining the love of a child
needy and hopeful, touching and mild
the heaviest burden, the love of a child
investing your marrow, refunded in smiles
there’s no greater love than the love of a child
by Richard W. Bray
Henny Henny Penny says
“The sky is falling down
Pack up everything you got
And get out of town”
Henny Henny Penny says
“It’s never been this bad
The world is off its rocker
And everyone is mad”
Henny Henny Penny says
“Life don’t make no sense
I need a load of bricks
To build a bigger fence”
Henny Henny Penny says
“Never go outside
It’s a crazy crazy world
So find a place to hide”
Henny Henny Penny says
“Protect your mental health
You don’t want to go crazy
Like everybody else”
By Richard W. Bray
So it is in life—from sun, to moon, to earth, to night, to day, to you getting up in the morning and going out to play a game of ball. All the rhythms of life are in some way related, one to another.
—Langston Hughes, The First Book of Rhythm
That basketball was like a basketball to me.
—Basketball Jones
I toss it in the air
And sometimes it goes in
I share it with my friends
And get it back again
Shooting hoops alone
I’m never in a hurry
It’s easy to be me
Pretending I’m Steph Curry
Playing all day long
Till every muscle hurts
Pounding on the asphalt
Till we’re covered up in dirt
A good athlete must have that harmony of movements or rhythm, which is called “form”….From pitch, to swing, to ball, a whole series of rhythms are set off, one rhythm, or one motion, starting another. So it is in life—from sun, to moon, to earth, to night, to day, to you getting up in the morning and going out to play a game of ball. All the rhythms of life are in some way related, one to another. You, your baseball, and the universe are brothers through rhythms.
—Langston Hughes, The First Book of Rhythm
Get in sync
And harmonize
Earth and moon
And sun and sky
All the rhythms
Are connected
Ain’t a body
Unaffected
Sun ashinin’
Earth aspinnin’
Live the motion
Breathe the rhythm
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