such a big man
you tell people what to do
you can scream and you can threaten
you can fire people too
personified destruction
a walking fist
knocking things over
to show that you exist
so full of empty
a monument of wind
a maelstrom of hollow
surrounded by skin
by Richard W. Bray
Got a shark from Gramma
It was soft and it was blue
It had some scary teeth
It tried to by me too
I wrestled with my shark
And ripped apart his hide
That mean and scary fishy
Was all cotton balls inside
“Whatever did possess you?
Goodness gracious Daisy Mae!
We can’t show this to Gramma”
I heard my mother say
Then I got in trouble
So I kicked and I cried
Nobody told me that the shark
Was not a shark inside
Daddy bought a puppy
To be my very own
My parents were frightened
To leave us alone
Silly silly grownups
Don’t they realize?
I know that my puppy
Is all puppy inside
by Richard W. Bray
Do you think
You’ll be safe
If you stick
Your head up there?
You should find
A better place
Before you run
Out of air
There isn’t
Sanctuary
Where the sun
Doesn’t shine
The world is
No less scary
And you’re gonna
Wreck your spine
It’s gonna
Hurt a lot
But you gotta
Pull it free
Don’t waste
The life you got
Pretending
Not to see
by Richard W. Bray
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Compare to other products
It’s remarkably clear
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A revolutionary bargain
At a startling price
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It’s coming to your town
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It’s guaranteed to work
Time to tell the truth:
I was a stupid selfish jerk
I’m sorry and I love you
I’ll be a better man
It’s a limited-time offer
So get me while you can
by Richard W. Bray
Even though you’re tall
You’re fragile and you’re small
You try and try to hide it
You build a giant wall
Your childhood was sad
You had an ornery dad
The other kids didn’t like you
You became an angry cad
Carrying the germ
You live to make men squirm
A feeble-hearted man
With the compassion of a worm
No achievement can console
Your bruised and twitching soul
Gobble and devour
You will never fill the hole
by Richard W. Bray
Monitor the voice inside your brain
Don’t scamper and pretend it isn’t there
The one that says there isn’t any pain
Listen for your truth and don’t campaign
Focus on yourself and don’t compare
Monitor the voice inside your brain
The voice that tries to keep a body sane
The voice that keeps repeating, “I don’t care”
The one that says there isn’t any pain
Repeat, repeat, repeat a lie in vain
Anesthetize against the truths that scare
Or monitor the voice inside your brain
Live your hurt and don’t deny the rain
Analyze your thoughts ever aware
Of the one that says there isn’t any pain
Release your mind and jettison your chains
A universe awaits you if you dare
To monitor the voice inside your brain
The one that says there isn’t any pain
by Richard W. Bray
Strange creatures—earthlings–formed from unmoltening volcano indigestion,
Water and oxygen from rock chemicals recombined over millions of years
Mixing then arising earthling life–you and me.
We are given to farting and vomiting.
We are attracted to each others’ asses. We reproduce.
We like to sing and dance; not really knowing why we live, prone to war and susceptible to disease.
We create complex math and gods. Then we worship the gods.
Over time hundreds of American Indian cultures die and their gods die with them like “the famous 1,000 lost golf balls.”
Worldwide thousands of gods die.
People believe in the current god crop.
Earthlings won’t admit that they don’t know how they came to be and the gods can’t help.
Neither can science, philosophy or religion.
Discover meaning in the dazzle of life, or in the splendor of the cosmos.
by Don Bray
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Whether or not we find what we are seeking
Is idle, biologically speaking.
—Edna St. Vincent Millay, I Shall Forget You Presently, My Dear
Human beings want power, love and pelf
Existence has a conflict at the core
Cuz life only hungers for itself
Sacks of need that always need to tell:
A song, a cry, a whisper and a roar
Human beings want power, love and pelf
With gluttony for ethereal wealth
We parcel and distribute shore to shore
But life only hungers for itself
Consume, consume, consume and shit and swell
An appetite that always asks for more
Human beings want power, love and pelf
We choose up sides, make teams, and then expel
Imaginary lines that lead to war
But life only hungers for itself
We take and trade and name and buy and sell
Our vanity forever keeping score
Human beings want power, love and pelf
But life only hungers for itself
by Richard W. Bray
the sun taught me that history is not everything.
—Albert Camus
You won’t find your truth
In another person’s words
Listen to the sun
Listen to the birds
Listen to the universe
Listen to the dirt
Listen to your tears
Listen to your hurt
Listen to the lies
That dance across your head
Listen to the things you did
And not the things you said
by Richard W. Bray
There’s a million scary things
To interrupt your day
Living brings encounters
That will make your feelings fray
There are unfamiliar places
There are words that people say
Here’s your trigger warning:
Time to make your way
There ain’t no safe spaces
To keep the world at bay
So leave your bed each morning
And go and face the day
You can hide in your dogma
You can hide inside your head
You can hide from scary words
That another person said
You can pitch a giant fit
You can tremble; you can twitch
Or you can try and stop acting
Like a helpless little bitch
by Richard W. Bray
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