Tune in for some friendly lies
Amuse me when the village dies
Forever in Eurasia wars
Who knows what we're fighting for?
Existential shit show
Hiding from your shadow
Blindfolds when things get funky
Pin the tail on the monkey
No salvation on the screen
Always washed but never clean
Smash a dream and kill a smile
Add another to the pile
Self-destruction lost its charm
Another dead from needle arm
Paying more and living less
Who's the author of this mess?
by Richard W. Bray
Winkle and Wankle and Wunkle
Got attacked by an angry old skunkle
Wankle and Wunkle and Winkle
We're quite overwhelmed by the stinkle
Wunkle and Winkle and Wankle
Took all of their change to the bankle
Wankle and Winkle and Wunkle
Bought a new house for their uncle
Wunkle and Wankle and Winkle
Have an auto that's purple and pinkle
Winkle and Wunkle and Wankle
Keep plenty of gas in the tankle
Wankle and Winkle and Wunkle
Dribble and pass and slam dunkle
Wunkle and Wankle and Winkle
Roller on skates at the rinkle
Winkle and Wunkle and Wankle
Often smell musty and dankle
by Richard W. Bray
87 days
I had 87 days
I threw it away
And fell back into
Hopeless helpless hell
I called up my sponsor
He sent over a guy
To fill me up with coffee
And take me to a meeting
I cried:
87 days
I had 87 days
He said:
Tomorrow, you’re gonna have one day
Thank God for my sponsor
Thank God I'm alive
Tomorrow I'm gonna have one day
by Richard W. Bray
Be where you are
Take a look around
Listen to the landscape
Cast your bucket down
Be where you are
Everything is close
The universe is everywhere
It's underneath your nose
Be where you are
Slow your body down
Matter is in motion
It's happy as a houndBe where you are
Outside is in
Listen to the music
As your molecules spin
by Richard W. Bray
idiotic therapeutic
wishy washy boo hoo
sticks and stones
Do words break bone?
crazy as a cuckoostop your sobbin silly robin
wings to fly
beak for bobbin
skippin to my lu-lu
trigger warning
every morning
scaredy catdon't do that
just accept your boo boo
toughen up
buttercupbatter up
and to yourself
be true true
by Richard W. Bray
Separation is illusion
Particles connect
A million little worlds
Live inside a speck
Navigate the patternSmell the rings of Saturn
The man behind the curtain
Is in the looking glass
Butterflies cause hurricanes
The sun lives in the grass
The rain in Cucamonga
Irrigates the tundra
Love and existence
Energy and time
Consciousness and matter
Mingle dance and rhyme
Everything is everywhere
Radiance is in the air
by Richard W. Bray
Weak and wounded people
Let the spirits in
Play a demon's game
The demons always win
Entertain a demon
And grovel at its feet
Revel in destruction
And tales of deceit
Spin a tangled web
Stab a thousand backs
Demon grabs your virtue
And eats it like a snack
Dance with the devil
Sing his favorite song
Never ask yourself
Where it went wrong
Do all the things
A demon says to do
And never admit
The demon is you
by Richard W. Bray
When your life’s a walking shitshow
And you fill the world with lies
You don’t know why you’re empty
Saying your goodbyes
In a room where you say your name
And try to tell the truth
Don’t miss out on fellowship
Searching for proof
Alone on a computer
You muffle your cries
As you try to find your truth
In other people’s lives
Searching the whole world
Looking for your purpose
Cast your bucket down
And try to be of service
by Richard W. Bray
The quiet of the sky
The passion of the trees
The wisdom of the rocks
Educating me
Unremembered kindness
Murmurs in the breeze
The wonders of a world
That willed itself to be
Experience the grandeur
Of a world that isn’t clean
Open up your senses
Pull away from the screen
by Richard W. Bray
Everything is broken
It’s about to get worse
I know what’s wrong with everyone
I know just what to do
If I could punch you every moment
Then I could fix you
Everything is broken
So I make my own truth
It isn’t really lying cuz I’m not even there
I know what’s wrong with you
Cuz I live in your head
It isn’t really me sleeping in my bed
Everything is broken
I live outside myself
Reality is bad for my health
No one can handle my sad little poem
A little girl got broken
And she never went home
by Richard W. Bray
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