Feathered Friends

I might see storm clouds
I might see sunshine
or something in between
if I peek out of the blinds
the room is a lttle dark
some might even say gloomy
but my friends the birds are out there
and they’re still singing to me

The lies that I tell myself
about what matters or not
may help me through the night
but I don’t believe a lot
a seasoned seeker of the truth
is not easy to deceive
I just wish I didn’t have
so many things to grieve

So serenade me, feathered friends
lift me on your wings
so I’ll believe it’s worth it
when I, too, choose to sing

Blink

Rode hard and put up wet
ain’t the worst feeling I’ve had yet
Gotta be careful what you will or won’t
No tellin’ what they might do if you don’t

When it’s too loud to hear yourself think
and your eyes are burning but you’re scared to blink
’cause what you may take for granted today
will likely up and go away

What you’re holding on to
may be real or not
but you keep holding on
because it’s all you’ve got

Keep telling yourself that it’s all good
if you keep doing the things that you should
except the bad stuff laying in wait
may our hearts be bold enough
to deal with our fates

Merry Solstice

Sit in the sun
stand in the shade
melt in one
place or evaporate

Don’t mind the heat
or we wouldn’t be cooking
and half-dressed women
make for better looking

than Eskimos bundled
head to toe
(though snuggles are better
when it’s a little cold)

but a hot snuggle
would be better than none
when you’re delirious
from too much sun

I digress, we’re talking
about long days and heat
not what is or
isn’t sweet

so keep it cool
and stay hydrated
perspiration
is overrated.

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

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

Smudge

A gray smudge of a cloud
like someone erasing a place
in the sky passes in front
of a moon so full it might burst
but it’s a small cloud…
and soon the pale light returns
bringing memories of the future
dreams of the past
and a deep joyful breath
of the present