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The one that says there isn’t any pain

December 10, 2016

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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

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Profound Questions without answers by Don Bray

November 1, 2016

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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

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life only hungers for itself

October 31, 2016
Edna St. Vincent Millay

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

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Listen

October 23, 2016

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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

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Trigger Warning

October 21, 2016

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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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One Traveler

October 16, 2016

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sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler
—Robert Frost

All the hands that you folded,
The roads you did not take
Raise so many questions
And leave a nagging ache

To question and consider
Is certainly wise
But looping your brain
Is sure to paralyze

I could’ve did that
And I might’ve done this
What was I thinking?
What did I miss?

Maturation and growth
Are built upon reflection
But you can drive yourself nuts
With too much introspection

by Richard W. Bray

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Shackles

October 9, 2016

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We insulate our egos
And protect our reputations
By sheltering our hearts
With miles of insulation

Dignified decorum
Preserves our fragile pride
We guard our sensitivity
Buried deep inside

Guarding tender places
Embarrassed not to gush
We resist the inclination
To embrace instead of crush

Time to shed the armor
Getting in your way
Jettison your shackles
And tell someone today:

“I love cuz you’re beautiful
I love you cuz you’re flawed
I love you cuz you’re vulnerable
I love you cuz you’re odd”

Resisting apprehension
We stumble and we plod
It’s as close as human beings
Can ever get to God

By Richard W. Bray

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Peer Pressure (and Getting Paid)

October 6, 2016

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All the other pundits say we have to be strong
So I’d look pretty stupid if I didn’t go along
Pundits work for think tanks so we know a lot of things
Strength means dropping cluster bombs on helpless human beings

All the other pundits say America must lead
It isn’t our concern if millions have to bleed
Our enemies respect us when we’re muscular and bold
Our paymasters reward us based upon munitions sold

All the other pundits say we must support our friends
Don’t obsess on means if you can justify the ends
Friends can chop some heads if they possess a lot of oil
Friends with good locations set their enemies to boil

All the other pundits say we must pay any price
And pundits live in neighborhoods and houses that are nice
Pundits tell you simple folk what is wrong and right
Pundits think that wars are great for other folks to fight

by Richard W. Bray

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A Place to Perch my Hope

September 26, 2016

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Love’s not easy
Love’s not free
It takes a toll on
You and me

I’m not stupid
I’m not blind
I know that sometimes
You’re unkind

Love’s not heaven
Love’s not God
Love is painful
Love is odd

I’m not a dreamer
Just a girl
I know that you
Can’t fix the world

Love’s a chance
For me to cope
Love’s a place
To perch my hope

by Richard W. Bray

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Crybully

August 28, 2016

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To fight aloud, is very brave–
But gallanter, I know
Who charge within the bosom
The Calvalry of Woe–
—Emily Dickinson

I’m damaged and I’m blue
And I’m gonna damage you
The grief that grew and grew
Is the damage I can do
But I know it hurts me too
When I spread my hurt to you

Don’t wanna look within
At the hurt inside my skin
Or see the monster that I’ve been
Abusing kith and kin

Anger is my cage
But there is comfort in my rage

by Richard W. Bray

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