It won’t end well:
This craving for connection
There always will be blood
When we seek affection
You’ll never cure your heart
It’s a terrible infection
Jealousy and tyranny
Resentment and rejection
The love I thought I saw
Was just my own reflection
Love is a barb
That cuts in all directions
by Richard W. Bray
You state and speak
And yap and gab
You lecture and scold
And gossip and blab
You’re a chronic talkaholic
And every word you say
Is a futile attempt
To try and get away
You utter and spiel
And spout and spew
But you never come up
With anything new
You’re a chronic talkaholic
Every word you ever said
Is an effort to avoid
The crazy in your head
by Richard W. Bray
Rich and dark and lovely
I drink my coffee straight
Serve it hot and fresh
I don’t got time to wait
Coffee Coffee Joy Joy
I crave you every day
You never disappoint me
Don’t ever go away
Percolate or press it,
Or cook it drip by drip
Just fill my thirsty mug
I cherish every sip
Coffee Coffee Joy Joy
I crave you every day
You never disappoint me
Don’t ever go away
Intoxicants hurt my head
Or make the room spin round
Coffee is the only drug
That never lets me down
Coffee Coffee Joy Joy
I crave you every day
You never disappoint me
Don’t ever go away
Don’t need no fancy mocha
Don’t need no Frappuccino
A simple steaming cup of Jo
And I am good to go
Coffee Coffee Joy Joy
I crave you every day
You never disappoint me
Don’t ever go away
by Richard W. Bray
My daddy beat me every day
When other kids went out to play
My daddy taught me right from wrong
He made me pure; he made me strong
Wonderin’ what it’s all about
Turns my insides inside out
It hurts to look inside my head
I’d rather just hate you instead
My side’s right and yours is wrong
We’re good and great and pure and strong
You’re demonic; you are sick
Your words are just an evil trick
Wonderin’ what it’s all about
Turns my insides inside out
It hurts to look inside my head
I’d rather just hate you instead
I’ll never walk inside your shoes
We can’t win until you lose
Life’s a seesaw; I can’t twiddle
There is nothing in the middle
Wonderin’ what it’s all about
Turns my insides inside out
It hurts to look inside my head
I’d rather just hate you instead
by Richard W. Bray
I’m me
Cuz I’m not you
And I hate everything
You do
I hate hate hate hate hate you
And I hate your stupid group
You’re a bunch of stupid losers
And you’re all full of poop
I hate everything you do
I hate everything you say
I could fix the whole world
If you just went away
I have a pair of handrails:
Anger and disgust
I don’t hate you cuz I want to
I hate you cuz I must
by Richard W. Bray
You can talk till you turn blue
You can say what he should do
So he can be someone like you
You can call in kith and kin
And have them add up all his sin
But you ain’t never gonna win
You can devise a perfect plan
So he can be a better man
But you will never understand
You can bitch; you can complain
But there’s nothing you will gain
Cuz you’re never gonna talk a person sane
by Richard W. Bray
There was no shutting them down! Whether we had anything for them to do or not, they ran all the time! And were they ever loud! Oh, God, were they ever loud.
—Kurt Vonnegut, Galapagos
People and people screaming with need
Their dreams and desires and egos to feed
Attacking my senses and making me bleed
Bloody compassion fills me inside
My fragile existence cannot abide
I’ll dig me a hole where I can hide
But even alone I can’t clear my head
Voices and voices of anguish and dread
Rattle the skull until we are dead
by Richard W. Bray
Did I forget to tell you
That your boss left a note?
“Come to work or you’re fired”
Is all she wrote
I made you egg salad
Was it such a fiasco?
There wasn’t any mayo
So I just used Tabasco
Glad to hear you’re dating
We were so distressed
So you like the other gender
Whoda’ ever guessed?
Everyone agrees
He’s the best you’ll ever do
But we can’t figure out
What he sees in you
So I forgot to feed your pets
Don’t be such a bore
You need to check your values
You can always get some more
Lighten up as little
And give me a break
You’re so uptight
Like you never make mistakes
by Richard W. Bray
Sometimes perhaps you don’t want to be a part of me.
Nor do I often want to be a part of you.
But we are, that’s true!
—Langston Hughes, Theme for English B
Separation
Is illusion
Bringing pain
And much confusion
We tear our lovely
World to bits
To believe
That we exist
We devastate
And we devour
Accumulating
Stuff and power
What is life?
And what is matter?
Songs of Self
Just make us sadder
by Richard W. Bray
A universe of traits
Lively and sedate
Butch and straight
Matron and girly
Smooth and curvy
Delicate and nervy
Nimble and bold
Young and old
Precious like gold
Fun and feral and silly and wise
In every shape and shade and size
You make the world a lovely place
In three point seven billion ways
by Richard W. Bray
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