no not never darkness
empty ugly stupid
laughing evil putrid
nothing nowhere fear
falling filthy dingy ruin
senseless cracked crooked
smelly frigid fruitless
doomed dreary busted smear
cruel crappy murder
hateful burning blocked
hopeless sneering creepy
losing broken insincere
by Richard W. Bray
People see things
People say things
Pulling petals from a rose
People try things
People hide things
They know everybody knows
People love things
People lose things
Drift away upon a breeze
People spill things
People kill things
Eyeballs swim in salty seas
People drop things
People break things
Shards and splinters fill the past
People shatter
People splatter
Like our dreams are made of glass
by Richard W. Bray
Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
–Robert Frost
Got my feet on the ground
Looking at the stars
Crazy billionaires
Wanna fly away to Mars
Got my feet on the ground
Staring life in the face
Got oodles of compassion
For the human race
Got my feet on the ground
The body is the mind
No more wasted days
With my head in my behind
Got my feet on the ground
Got my head in the game
A flower is a flower
By any other name
Got my feet on the ground
Got my eye on you
Wubba dubba dubba
Woopty doopty do
by Richard W. Bray
Telling more lies To prove you aren't a liar Committing arson To cover up a fire Pretending away Facts that burn your soul Pretending away Truth that takes a toll Festering lilies Troubles grow like weeds Caress and fondle The monsters that you feed Pretending away The pain and the smell Pretending away The things you never tell Cardboard illusions Menageries of glass Forsaken future Imaginary past Pretending away What everybody sees Pretending away Your own reality by Richard W. Bray
Washing out the spot
That never goes away
How many children
Did you kill today?
Staring at the basin
In all your distress
What happens in your head
Is anybody’s guess
Now you’re making speeches
Reciting practiced lies
I wonder what’s behind
The empty in your eyes
Where does it come from?
The hunger that devours
Destroying whole countries
For a little taste of Power
by Richard W. Bray
The thousand natural shocks that flesh
is heir to
are there to
remind you
you’re alive
every cut
and every kiss
says you’re real
and you exist
This dappled world we’re living in
this tender box
of bone
and skin
every cut
and every kiss
says you’re real
and you exist
by Richard W. Bray
Happiness is a sad song
—Charles Schultz
Everything was beautiful
Until it went wrong
Happiness
Is sad song
Weeping for Hecuba
And all those hurts beyond
Happiness
Is sad song
Poking ancient agony
Clutching what is gone
Happiness
Is sad song
Accepting my reality:
I loved you all along
Happiness
Is sad song
by Richard W. Bray
Abelard and Héloise are dead
It doesn’t really matter what they said
Get your pretty face out of that book
Nature got a need for us to cook
Juliet and Romeo ain’t real
We can vanquish love like it’s a meal
Ravish and devour me till dawn
Live the life we got until it’s gone
Helena and Paris stole away
That’s what you and me should do today
Spirit me away in dark of night
Enchant me in delirious delight
Mark Antony and Cleo had their time
So we should make the most of yours and mine
Living blood is scorching through our veins
Let’s drink each other up just like Champagne
by Richard W. Bray
Sweetest nut hath sourest rind;
Such a nut is Rosalind.
Touchstone, from As You Like It by William Shakespeare
Do you have a secret
That you’re too afraid to tell?
Are you delicate and tender
Underneath your heavy shell?
Have you suffered shocks and stings?
Did you build a barricade?
Did you turn those slings and arrows
To a daunting palisade?
Can you let me in your fortress?
Is it big enough for two?
Can we fortify each other?
Or is your castle just for you?
by Richard W. Bray
—William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116
I love you when you’re mean
I love you when you’re mad
I love you when you’re angry
I love you when you’re bad
Love is not a smorgasbord
For me to pick and choose
Always have to clean my plate
When I’m digesting you
I love you when you pout
I love you when you cry
I love you when you’re dirty
I’ll love you till I die
Love is not a sometimes thing
Love is not a switch
I love you as an angel
I love you as a bitch
by Richard W. Bray
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