choices matter syllables flatter promises as empty as the wind broadcast 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
Parting is all we know of heaven
And all we need of hell
—Emily Dickinson, My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close
I always thought we’d have you
I always knew you cared
I always felt your presence
Your love was everywhere
Suddenly I feel it
Everything is wrong
Nothing’s where it should be
And half the sky is gone
The flowers on the hillside
The birds passing by
Sing to me of your love
In a cosmic lullaby
By Richard W. Bray
Hello Hello
It’s nice to meet you
I’m such a happy little girl
That’s my mommy
That’s my grandpa
It’s a happy sunshine world
I hope somebody loves you
Are you lucky
Just like me?
Everybody
Should be happy
I love everyone I see
by Richard W. Bray
Existence is a wound
That heals when you die
—me
we ache
because we love
it takes us out of our skin
naked to the world
not knowing where
we begin
we love
because we ache
in blood & bone
with a hurt
that wants to tell us
not to be alone
no love
without hurt
it’s a package deal
hurt is the tissue
that makes
existence real
by Richard W. Bray
Silly, eager, joyful
The ignorance of youth
I ain’t being gloomy
I’m just telling you the truth
Dreary dismal angry
With a double dose of mad
Beauty’s all around you
But you’re hiding in your sad
Silly losers dancing round
Pretending life is fair
Nothing really matters
And the universe don’t care
Grouchy grumpy nasty crusty
Cranky crabby sour
Angry peeved and surly
You’re complaining every hour
If you knew what I know
You’d lose than silly grin
Your life’ll end in misery
You’re never gonna win
Wrap your arms around a rainbow
Grab a moonbeam — hug a friend
Love’s the only thing
That makes you richer when you spend
by Richard W. Bray
Love don’t do the dishes
Love won’t tie your shoes
Love didn’t cook your dinner
Love can’t change a fuse
Love will not protect us
Love cannot atone
Love don’t stop our leaders
From dropping all those drones
Love don’t bomb no babies
Love don’t start no wars
We do a trillion ugly things
Love ain’t keeping score
Love won’t fix the shower
Love can’t brush your hair
The only thing it’s good for
Is making people care
by Richard W. Bray
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart
—W.H Auden, As I Walked Out One Evening
Anger and resentment
Will fill your heart with sand
Allow yourself to care about
Somebody you can’t stand
There’s a part of you that tries to love
Everyone you see
Pretending that it doesn’t
Makes you angry sad and mean
It’s a crooked crooked world
Filled with crooked souls
Love can make it meaningful
But nothing makes us whole
By Richard W. Bray
the warmth of you
melts away the hurt
love like a river
washing out the dirt
the song of you
pulses through my mind
your tender melody
compassionate and kind
the joy of you
sparkles like a star
I wish I could absorb
everything you are
by Richard W. Bray
if you ever got a problem
or if you’re feeling down
you only gotta tell me
I’ll come riding into town
when walls are collapsing
and you can’t escape your trouble
I’ll be there in a minute
to protect you from the rubble
when life is an inferno
and things are looking dire
you’ll see me rushing in
to pull you from the fire
I’ll deliver you from danger
I’ll rescue you from strife
I’ll be your rope ladder
I’ll be your jaws of life
by Richard W. Bray
See that messed up
Couple over there?
She’s got a million tats
And he never cuts his hair
Can’t you just be happy
They have one another?
Can’t you be happy
They found love with each other?
What could those people
Ever see in each other?
She’s the wrong age
And he’s the wrong color
If you got a comment
Just keep it in your throat
It isn’t your life
You don’t get a vote
So wrong for each other
Just headed for trouble
It really makes me sad
When the wrong people couple
In this crazy old world
It ain’t easy to stay warm
Can’t you just be happy
They found shelter from the storm?
by Richard W. Bray
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