Grain of Sand

Didn’t really expect to live this long
not that I’m complaining
I just try to get through the days
without too much explaining

Is the world my oyster
or am I its grain of sand?
Guess I’ll have to stay tuned
to see what God has planned


Low in the morning, high in the evening
the thermometer has the right idea
I could be high all the time
if I could only see ya
since that is impossible
I strive for an even keel
I try not to act crazy
even when that’s how I feel

Grandma said, “the devil hates a coward”
but I didn’t want him for a friend
he makes temptation so appealing
it’s hard not to give in
The fires he lights
are hard to extinguish
and the smoke makes it hard
to see your true wish

there’s a weariness that sets in
when you feel burned out
one of those conditions
you can’t do much about
try to get it home
before it crashes
lock yourself in
something may rise from the ashes

A Little

A little bologna
a little beer
trying not to think
about who isn’t here
the moon is getting full
but I’ve seen it before
don’t want to put my clothes on
just to walk outdoors

There’s baseball on TV
but I have the sound turned off
I’m listening to Dylan
as he growls and coughs
some kind of tale about
early Roman kings
wondering how that old man
comes to know these things

It has been a long day
think I’ll just let my eyes close
and let the music carry me
to a place beyond my woes

A Good Chance

The clouds were missing
a good chance to rain
thunder made empty threats
the wind could not be explained
darkness descended
we lost our focus
there were those in the shadows
wanting to choke us
to keep us from learning
what we needed to know
to put up a fight
to make a good show

They had facts and figures
supporting their claim
that the victims needed
to shoulder the blame
we had nothing
but a will to live
and a notion of what
we were willing to give
when the clouds missed
a good chance to rain
how we escaped
I cannot explain
divine intervention
is a possibility
and a stubborn refusal
to be less than free

When we slipped through
the dragnet, the clouds finally let go
washing our tracks away
so evil could not follow

What Happened One Night

What the Moon saw
is unconfirmed
but rumors are rampant

All the other witnesses
give conflicting reports based
on agendas and axes
to grind, but everyone agrees
it was really something.

A written statement
from the Moon
would certainly quell
the speculation.


We have been warned
that beauty fades
do not believe this lie
beauty evolves
beauty transforms
beauty may develop a patina
retreat below the surface
for self-preservation
to grow richer and deeper
without expectations
like haute cuisine
may require a discriminating palate
like fine art may need
an educated eye
but fade it does not

Somebody, Buddy

His daddy used to beat him just for something to do
so he grew up with an issue or two
took a little hard time to settle him down
still punched walls when no one was around
she saw something in him no one else did
she reached out and touched a scared little kid
brought him from the shadows into the light
gave him a path to a different life

If you think love can’t change somebody
buddy, you don’t know love

She was afraid to be too happy
always seemed to lead to something crappy
so she drank to keep the demons at bay
it was never enough to keep the blues away
then he saw something no one else did
reached out and touched a scared little kid
brought her from the shadows into the light
gave her a path to a different life

If you think love can’t change somebody
buddy, you don’t know love

one extreme to the other or right up the middle
all anybody wants is a little
love to help them defeat the hate
make everything worth the wait
when someone sees what no one else sees
love’s gonna bring you to your knees
out of the shadows and into the light
show you a way to a different life

If you think love can’t change somebody
buddy, you don’t know love