Failure to Communicate

You tell me how it should be
you tell me what I should see
you tell me how it all went wrong
you tell me who should not belong
you tell me what’s wrong and right
you tell me that the end is in sight
you tell me
you tell me

I tell you how it should be
I tell you what you should see
I tell you you should not judge
I tell you not to hold a grudge
I tell you we must stretch out our hands
I tell you we should try and understand
I tell you
I tell you

You tell me and I tell you
but there isn’t much that we can do
you tell me and I tell you
too much noise, not much getting through
If you listened to me and I listened to you
we might figure out what is true
you tell me
I tell you
you tell me
I tell you

Panorama

If you tilt your head
a bit to one side and squint
like the light’s too bright
then the common thrills
the daily defeats and small prizes
along the well-worn path
can take on the aspect
of a grand adventure

The relative perspective
may be that your tragedies
and comic episodes would not
translate into a Hollywood
blockbuster, there may not be
enough explosions or
gratuitous sex, but stay
the course and you will

reach vantage points
where your personal panorama
becomes evident and decisions
on directions can be made.
Forward, left, and right are
possibilities. Back is next
to impossible. Standing still
is inadvisable. Make of your
adventure what you will.
Take the slow way down.

Rising

The saying goes
you will reap what you sew
so the goal is to sew good
seeking a just reward
peace and love
and the other cliches
what more dare we ask
of these earthly days

but we are not blind
to the purveyors
of discord and hate
with whom there
can be no debate
I am in awe of those
whose fate
is to be the harvest
which sweeps them away

For there must be
a rising tide of good will
a flash flood of love
God may punish them
on another plane
but if we do not strive
to erase the stain
He will likely ask us
to explain

Why we failed to stand
up and say “No!”

Circumstances

Circumstances find me
in that building you hated
wandering the halls
a ghost in search of a ghost
rediscovering shortcuts
looking at familiar views
remembering little things
we used to do
to ease the time we had to spend
there, oddly wishing we
could do them again
with some kind of different end

Lumps

Rules and routines
fall by the way
on the average of
about every day
the necessary not
always convenient
the preferred out of the question
the things you really want
just a wishful suggestion

But the world keeps turning
and everything changes
soon enough there’ll be
too much time on my hands
so take the lumps
that come in the gravy
pretend they’re part
of the master plan

Nose

I’d cut off my nose to spite my face
but what would my glasses sit on?
When I woke up I wouldn’t be able
to smell the coffee when it’s done.
Yes, cutting it off would be too extreme
and cause too many woes
I think a workable compromise
might be punching myself in the nose

Above and Beyond

You can’t make sense of senseless
no matter how you try
been at it for decades now
no closer to a reason why

What does make sense is families
and friends and yes, communities
loving each other
through heartaches and horrors
lifting each other
above and beyond
the how and why and where
being irrelevant compared
to what happens
from this moment on