Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

cosmic hurt

July 8, 2017

A time there was – as one may guess
And as, indeed, earth’s testimonies tell –
Before the birth of consciousness,
When all went well.

Thomas Hardy, Before Life and After

Existence is a wound
That heals when you die
We can’t extinguish hurt
We can only try

You won’t earn any points
For trying to be nice
The cosmos doesn’t care
What we do with life

Everything we ever do
Is gonna fade away
The thing that really matters
Is how we act today

by Richard W. Bray

harmony of movement

June 23, 2017

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

by Richard W. Bray

Posterity

June 17, 2017

O heart! oh blood that freezes, blood that burns!
     Earth’s returns
For whole centuries of folly, noise and sin!
     Shut them in,
With their triumphs and their glories and the rest!
     Love is best

Robert Browing, Love Among the Ruins

What has posterity ever done for me?
Groucho Marx

You did it
For the People
Is what you
Told yourself

You thought
You were
Bigger than
Everybody else

You ruled
You conquered
You told people
What to do

Now you’re just
As dead
As everyone
You knew

Time
Gurgles on

It’s gonna
Wash away

Everything
We ever do
And everything
We say

Existence
Is a gift
Will you squander
Your ration?

Or will you
Live your life
For love
And compassion?

by Richard W. Bray

cost of flesh

June 11, 2017

existence
is a chain
the cost of flesh
is pain

live your hurt
don’t feed it
don’t take a knife
and bleed it

open up
and breathe
don’t grate yourself
like cheese

by Richard W. Bray

dust of confusion

May 30, 2017

Feelings are the engine
That transport every notion
Thought is merely freight
Carried by emotion

No one is impartial
Ideas don’t live in air
Logic is an afterthought
You think because you care

Thoughts appear rational
But this is an illusion
We aspire after stars
In dust of confusion

by Richard W. Bray

With Nakedness my Shield

May 20, 2017

You can pry
And you can peel
You can flay
You can reveal

Strip me naked
To my soul
Detach my parts
To get my whole

Unlock pieces
That are real
Why I do
And what I feel

But who can ever tell me why
Cannonball Adderley makes me cry?

by Richard W. Bray

American murder bird

May 14, 2017

Our absolutized aversion to dealing with any kind of tragedy imposed from without has truly dark applications. It is precisely this existential-dread level of ass-covering and risk-management that informs the American security state’s adoption of the drone “signature strike,” in which men and perhaps some bystanders near are killed by drone attack even if we have no idea who they are. Their “pattern of life” in Yemen is just deemed too risky for their existence to be endured by the American military. Fire away.
—Michael Brendan Dougherty

He tried to call his cousin
Now everybody’s dead
American murder bird
Flying overhead

Such a lovely wedding
Did you give your mom a hug
Before the murder bird
Squished you like a bug?

The pattern of your life
Gave us cause to worry
Dispatching murder birds
Who needs judge and jury?

Courageous first-responders
Are likely to get zapped
Ignore the murder bird
And feel its double tap

by Richard W. Bray

delicate and true

April 29, 2017

I’m glad you let me love you
I hope you let me see
All the things you wanna do
And what you wanna be

I’ll get down on hands and knees
I’ll dig your heart a moat
I’ll cover all your tender parts
Wear me like a coat

Tell me what you want to be
I’ll show you what I mean
I’ll protect your eager heart
And defend your thirsty dreams

Allow me to acknowledge
Everything I get from you
And trust me with the part of you
That’s delicate and true

by Richard W. Bray

Hungry, Hungry Blog

April 16, 2017

I got a hungry blog
I try to keep it at bay
Feed Me, Feed Me, Feed Me
Feed Me every day

My blog don’t even care
If it’s a beautiful day
Feed Me, Feed Me, Feed Me
Feed Me every day

Like the flower from that movie
My blog just has to say
Feed Me, Feed Me, Feed Me
Feed Me every day

I tell my blog I gotta work
With all these bills to pay
Feed Me, Feed Me, Feed Me
Feed Me every day

I try to find a place to hide
I plead and plot and pray
Feed Me, Feed Me, Feed Me
Feed Me every day

It’s calling from inside my head
I’ll never get away
Feed Me, Feed Me, Feed Me
Feed Me every day

by Richard W. Bray

I’m not here to be your friend

March 26, 2017

kindness knows no shame
Stevie Wonder

Men are fierce and men are strong
I’m not here to get along
I shout and shove and get my way
People do the things I say

I’m not here to hold your hand
I’m proud to be an honest man
You won’t hear me apologize
Kindness is for gutless guys

I’m in charge; I make the rules
I’m not here to comfort fools
Do your job and don’t complain
I’m not here to ease your pain

I’m not here to be your friend
Love don’t matter in the end
Got no time for feeling sad
Cuz I’m a man just like my dad

by Richard W. Bray