Where I Was

A million miles away
from nowhere in particular
seems that’s where I stay
though it isn’t my first choice
there’re things I want to say
but I don’t have the vernacular
songs I need to sing
but I don’t have the voice

so I sit in the candlelight
and listen to the rain
and when tomorrow comes around
I’ll do it all again

I laugh and joke around
I know when something’s funny
little things don’t get me down
I know to dodge that trap
it’s the big things that astound
and make me long for sunny
wishing we didn’t have to
deal with all this crap

but perspective creeps back in
when the candles are burning low
and I can crawl between the sheets
remembering all I know

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Agenda

I am socially unconscious
politically unaware
sometimes I wish I did better
sometimes I don’t care
every one has an agenda
they are trying to advance
I just want to listen to
old Motown and dance

Extremists to the right of me
extremists to the left
have me feeling I might be
the next victim of a theft
every dog out on the street
is hungry for a bone
I’m scared to bend down in the shower
and I live alone

Every one has an agenda
they are trying to advance
I just want to listen to
old Motown and dance

Dangerous Fools

Standing at the bottom of the mountain
surrounded by the bones of those who died
not believing in the gravity of the situation
who thought they were immune to the rockslides
were they victims of misinformation
or were they just dangerous fools?

Some people think the Truth will change
just because they don’t like it
they think denying the sun will plunge
the world into darkness, that if
they flap their arms hard enough
they could fly
beware of these dangerous fools

You can say there is no God
He will not cease to exist
you can proclaim the day of the Lord
He won’t suddenly appear
but a lack of faith doesn’t make wrong right
nor should belief that He’s watching
govern us through fear
If they think somehow God depends on them,
they might be dangerous fools

Some people want to reject everything
it’s taken mankind centuries to learn
they think they are making it up as they go
and if they re-name fire it will no longer burn
they think the world should follow their rules
the deluded, dangerous fools

Founding

Back when the Fathers were busy founding
a trip to the doctor could easily kill you
if you lived you could pay your bill
with a chicken or a bag of apples
if universal healthcare had been a concept
then it might have seemed more
of a punishment than a right
but things have changed
I don’t know what it means

Back when the Founders were fathering
one gun had one bullet, then a slow reload
requiring a large group of like minded people
to conduct a decent massacre, though not unheard of
and while working to make the streets safe
for decent women and children
a rifle over every hearth
did not seem as unreasonable
as an arsenal in every closet
but things have changed
and I don’t know what it means

Back when the Fathers were founding
there were few crowded theaters
in which to shout “Fire!”
tree stumps and soap boxes
were poor platforms and it took
determined liars to spread their bile
no push of a button to circle the globe
common sense was perhaps more common
and the ones who could read knew better
than to believe everything they did
but things have changed
and I don’t know what it means

The Fathers who founded would be
shocked to see the wrongs become
right and the rights become wrong
half impressed and half depressed
by the astonishing changes
wrought by two centuries and change
but the faith they had in their posterity
might still bear the desired fruits
each generation must decide its own course
that much hasn’t changed
if you know what I mean

Thankful

This Thankfulness
can get tricky

Being glad for today
without dishonoring
yesterday

Being grateful for
the yesterdays without raging
because they are
no longer todays

simply complicated
life always is

Don’t give yourself a headache
put yesterday and today
in a blender with some ice
drink that sweet brew
in a toast to tomorrow

Keep On Shining

I look to the heavens
I see nothing new
stars whose names I do not know
they all remind me of you
brave lights in the darkness
a million years away
so far out of reach the only
thing to do is pray.

Thank you for the light and hope
without it, I could not cope
one of these days I’ll fly away
and get to where you are
until then keep on shining
my precious star

Love is sweet
love is sad
love is the only thing
that makes what we call
life worth the living
it might be a promise
it might be a dream
it might be a memory
or even a scheme
but we have known
ever since our youth
that love is in fact the Truth

Thank you for the light and hope
without it, I could not cope
one of these days I’ll fly away
and get to where you are
until then keep on shining
my precious star

Spider

Came home to the corpse
of a spider in the kitchen
legs curled in the air
in a spidery fetal position

There are no signs of foul play
from its size it could have died
of old age, so I wonder,
how long has it been
sharing my home?

And I think, could it have been
the victim of some larger and
more terrifying insect
even now lurking under the
stove, waiting for me to doze
off so it can pounce?

Not that I am a scairdy cat,
but maybe I should sleep
in the car for a day or forever