Greed and murder,
Nations gone mad,
Oceans of ugly,
Mountains of sad
I try real hard
I make it my duty
To force my focus
On goodness and beauty
Threads of compassion,
Scraps of nice,
Slivers of contact
Must suffice
by Richard W. Bray
Posts Tagged ‘love’
Slivers and Scraps
July 24, 2012Time to Run
April 15, 2012
I don’t care about my marriage
I don’t care about the kids
I don’t care who I hurt
And I don’t care what I did
It’s time to have a bottle
It’s time to have some fun
It’s time to find a woman
And forget the things I done
It’s time to hit the honky tonks
It’s time for me to run
I don’t care how much she loved me
I don’t care about her pain
I don’t care if she gets lonely
I don’t care if she’s sane
It’s time to have a bottle
It’s time to have some fun
It’s time to find a woman
And forget the things I done
It’s time to hit the honky tonks
It’s time for me to run
I don’t care about my daughter
I don’t care bout my son
Growin up without a daddy
Never hurt me none
It’s time to have a bottle
It’s time to have some fun
It’s time to find a woman
And forget the things I done
It’s time to hit the honky tonks
It’s time for me to run
Richard W. Bray
Warbucks
April 3, 2012
rich man’s war
poor man’s fight
buddy, what gave
you the right
to profit offa
blood and misery?
warbucks fill
your bank account
tell me what’s
the right amount
to make you
be the best that you can be
i seen things
you can’t erase
i lost friends
you can’t replace
i pray to God
you worship property
your blood freezes
my blood burns
you seek silver
i just yearn
to be stateside
with my lovin family
Richard W. Bray
Brittle
April 1, 2012
I fell in love with your heart
Ain’t never been very smart
My passion making me a slave
Love is gonna put me in my grave
I fell in love with your heart
Your eyes are like a paira’ poison darts
Your tender love is hollow and untrue
Lord knows what I ever saw in you
I fell in love with your heart
I knew I shoulda’ run from the start
Smiling while you cut me to the bone
I’d be so much better off alone
I fell in love with your heart
Why you gotta pick my world apart?
My soul is freezing naked in the rain
I guess it ain’t no secret I’m insane
I fell in love with your heart
Ain’t never been very smart
My passion making me a slave
Love is gonna put me in my grave
Richard W. Bray
shift
January 31, 2012
i broke the vase
you gave me
the vase that
had survived
i sat down
for a minute
i thought that
i would cry
i just thought
about you
didn’t hurt so much
as before
the vase was
not our love
i didn’t need it
any more
by Richard W. Bray
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