Inability

Sometimes the profound
becomes so lost
not likely to return
at any cost
but talking to myself
it’s no great loss
I’m still a little
suspicious of me
based on my inability
to answer questions like,
if I’m so smart, how come
I’m not rich? Or, if I’m so
cool, why am I sleeping alone?
But everything’s a phase,
these days,
and since I’m stuck
with me I’ll keep making the best
of a situation that’s not over yet.

Tested

When the world is not so amusing
your faith will be tested
by all the bad news and
often being bested
all the wrong things going on
obscure things that are right
and there is nothing you can do
except pray with all your might

It would be nice if signs
those prayers are working
were not so few
and far between
but the occasional miracle observed
keeps us proclaiming
what we have seen

Admission

I don’t want a lot
more than I want
but I don’t think much
about either
until a choice
presents itself
requiring a believer

avoiding pursuit
avoiding retreat
avoiding resistance
avoiding defeat
if simple peace
is your heart’s desire
God may keep you
from the fire
unless something
more important comes

which has to be beaten
which has to be won
and struggle becomes
your true admission
into the heart
of the human condition
and peace is acceptance
of whatever fate
leads you to
the Garden’s gate

Tuesday Morning

Some days I feel kind of funny
some days I don’t feel much at all
some days I’m riding with the top down
some days I beat my head on the wall

In an instant
happy turns into sad
in the blink of an eye
gloom goes to glad

so when there’s nothing to do
with today but get through it
find a little something to do
and go do it
in the long run
it won’t matter much
in the long run
it’s the only thing that does

Undone

In the wee hours
of the night
it comes together
or undone
perhaps when
you realize
there’s no place
left to run
Yesterday seems
a long time ago
tomorrow is just
a vague rumor
grown accustomed
to the heartache
like living with
a benign tumor
the moon is wearing
her resting bitch face
from her we’ll get
no sympathy
still we look up
and offer simple prayers
that somehow
she’ll set us free
what you thought
was your real struggle
is in fact your only fun
so you chuckle
and you whisper,
“come on, morning sun”

Peas in a Pod

He went down to the Mental Health
to pick up his medication
met a pretty little nut job
who understood his situation
wild-eyed glances were exchanged
a further meeting was arranged
co-dependence seemed
to be their destination
Is she crazier than him
is he crazier than her
even their best friends
weren’t really sure
They learned how to help each other
keep their demons at bay
if one of ’em got depressed
the other knew just what to say
when it came to dancing nekkid
while howling at the moon
they figured it was their back yard,
so it was okay
Is she crazier than him
is he crazier than her
even their best friends
weren’t really sure
are you crazier than me
am I crazier than you
it doesn’t really matter
if the love is true
this tale might be a figment
of my imagination
it might be the gospel
with slight exaggeration
but if you know two weirdos
who are like two peas in a pod
consider yourself lucky
tell them congratulations
Is she crazier than him
is he crazier than her
even their best friends
weren’t really sure
are you crazier than me
am I crazier than you
it doesn’t really matter
if the love is true

Dreamless

From a dreamless sleep
into a dreamless waking
with motions to go through
and steps to be taken
leading somewhere
I really don’t need to go
but I wouldn’t want
to miss the show

Expecting everything may
lead to disappointment
expecting nothing opens
a path to enjoyment
even if it’s only sunlit trees
swaying as if dancing
in the breeze

Do not mistake
these gifts for rewards
they cannot be earned
only perceived
and the virtue of living
while doing no harm
cannot be proven
it must be believed