I notice
You keep stopping by
You like our time
And so do I
One thing I’ve noticed
For a while
We like to make
Each other smile
I see what
You don’t think I see
I notice
How you notice me
Other people
Notice too
I think it’s time
For me and you
by Richard W. Bray
I got an ANTI-crush on you
I don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t like you
I hate everything you do
I hate your hair, I hate your clothes
I hate your stupid little nose
I hate your look, I hate your style
I hate your dimples when you smile
Oh what comfort my hate brings
And yet it really really stings
I cannot think of other things
I hate your poise, I hate your pride
I hate your smooth and silky stride
I hate your voice, I hate your tone
I hate you most when I’m alone
By Richard W. Bray
I don’t know where I’m going
Till I get there
I don’t know what I want
Until it’s here
The only way to walk is to
Learn how to fall
The best plan is to have
No plan at all
Love appears when we are
Not looking to connect
Nothing ever happens
The way we expect
The only way to walk is to
Learn how to fall
The best plan is to have
No plan at all
Every living moment
Proffers something new
Have some open arms
When love shows up for you
The only way to walk is to
Learn how to fall
The best plan is to have
No plan at all
by Richard W. Bray
I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity
—Emily Dickinson
You can hate away your days
Disparaging the ways
Of the wicked
You can while away your time
Pondering the crimes
Of the sickest
You can multiply your spite
But it won’t make nothing right
For the wretched
And your dreams of retribution
Only cultivate pollution
In your heart
You might find more success
Fighting hate with tenderness
And compassion
Plant a flower in your heart
It’s the perfect place to start
Your garden
Hope will be our only tool
Let’s all be crazy fools
For love
by Richard W. Bray
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.
The ones who never noticed
The ones who had to go
The ones who came to see me
The ones who didn’t show
Got a gut full of girlhurt
Keeping me awake
Playing back my memories
Reliving realms of ache
The ones I never talked to
The times I chickened out
All the love I missed
By wallowing in doubt
Got a gut full of girlhurt
Keeping me awake
Playing back my memories
Reliving realms of ache
The ones that I ignored
The things I didn’t say
The love I didn’t appreciate
The times I walked away
Got a gut full of girlhurt
Keeping me awake
Playing back my memories
Reliving realms of ache
by Richard W. Bray
showing up
and passing time
there I was
doing fine
there you were
the world grew
days were wide
and full of you
a pocket of time
tender and small
there we were
we had it all
a tiny tear
grew and grew
here I am
where are you?
by Richard W. Bray
Got a million ills to feed on
Need a bartender to bleed on
Livin in a lovin
Gone wrong song
I always gotta
Be the wrong one
Better mix me up
A strong one
I don’t deserve another chance, Stan
Couldn’t keep it in my pants, Man
Livin in a lovin
Gone wrong song
I always gotta be
The wrong one
Better mix me up
A strong one
Doctors say I got a sick head
Cuz I’m always such a dickhead
Livin in a lovin
Gone wrong song
I always gotta be
The wrong one
Better mix me up
A strong one
by Richard W. Bray
Got money in my pants
Got a shiny new car
Got tickets to a dance
Got a seat at the bar
Got everything I earned
From all the work I do
But I never ever learned
That I just needed you
I’m a boat without a sail
I’m a light without a lamp
I’m a letter in the mail
That ain’t got no stamp
I’m a fool without a plan
Darling, can’t you understand?
I’m a rinky dink shadow
Of a man
I’m tearing up the town
I’m breaking all the rules
And I’m rollin all around
With a mighty bunch of fools
Got all my crazy pals
Got a million things to do
Got a thousand horny gals
But I just need you
I’m a boat without a sail
I’m a light without a lamp
I’m a letter in the mail
That ain’t got no stamp
I’m a fool without a plan
Darling, can’t you understand?
I’m a rinky dink shadow
Of a man
by Richard W. Bray
waiting as
my coffee cooks
my morning
contemplation
hooks
my mind on
tasks that
make a day
folks to see
and bills
to pay…
I do the
things I
gotta do
to build
a life for
me and you
only thing
I’m sure
about
life is who
we care about
by Richard W. Bray
you deserve so much better
than me
i picked you up and then i
set you free
there ain’t a thing that i could
say or do
to make up for the hurt that
i gave you
i’d live my penance for ten
thousand years
but i could never pay for
all your tears
we’ll never resurrect what’s
dead and gone
i’ll try to be more careful
from now on
i hope you find a man who
helps you see
you deserve so much better
than me
by Richard W. Bray
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