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
choices matter
syllables flatter
promises as empty
as the windbroadcast near and far
tell us who you are
fabricate and
fantasize and spin
goodness will not say
what it gives away
treasures more
valuable than gold
love unassailable
beauty unexplainable
the best things
cannot be told
By Richard W. Bray
The world is made of frozen light
Everything connects
Nothing in the universe
Works like you expect
Does a tree know it exists?
Does a star know how to love?
Look at thirteen blackbirds
Listen to a dove
Make some room for kindness
As you straddle space and time
The world is charged with grandeur
Everybody shines
by Richard W. Bray
in a fog
in a flutter
inattentive
in love
in debt
in danger
insolvent
in love
in the dumps
in a pickle
injured
in love
in the groove
in the saddle
invincible
in love
by Richard W. Bray
Time was somewhere else
In a universe of two
Bewitched and bedazzled
There was only you
The light, the air
The space between
Charged by the sparks
That cannot be seen
Colors overflow
Molecules conspire
Angels hold their breath
And stop to admire
The light, the air
The space between
Charged by the sparks
That cannot be seen
by Richard W. Bray
I lift my lids and all is born again.
—Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl's Love Song
So many dreams
Inside my head
Treasure and triumph
And beauty and dread
I lift my lids
To you instead
What disappeared
Is born anew
My moon-struck songs
Are all of you
Drops of bliss
Like morning dew
Rise and roar
And meet the world
Music until now
Unheard
My dream my life
My thunderbird
by Richard W. Bray
Painting pictures
Of people in your head
Inventing words
You wish they really said
Pretending
The world exists for you
Pretending
The same old lies are new
Pretending
You don't do what you do
Tearing worlds apart
Trying to get whole
You take and take
And empty out your soul
Pretending
To pity what you hate
Pretending
That bitterness is fate
Pretending
That two plus two is eight
by Richard W. Bray
Love angry
Love selfish
Love empty
Love cruel
Love like a miser
Love like a fool
Love stupid
Love needy
Love lying
Love loud
Love like a loser
Always too proud
Love hopeless
Love hurtful
Love hungry
Love vain
Love like a bully
Pass along pain
by Richard W. Bray
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