Listen For The Sound

Bent but not broken
bloodied but not defeated
in spite of what you might’ve heard
or what somebody tweeted
patience is a virtue waiting
for the go-round to come back around
the winds of change keep changing direction
listen for the sound

They might be hiding
in a cabin in the woods
they might be laying low
in a run down neighborhood
they may be somewhere off the grid
they might even be underground
waiting tor the winds of change to change
listen for the sound

They might say wrong is right
they might say dark is light
they might say that Jesus
was only joking around
but the winds of change will change direction
listen for the sound

When you’re alone
in a crazy place
out beyond laws
of time and space
things you know to be lost
can miraculously be found
when the winds of change change direction
listen for the sound

The pendulum dividing us
someday will stop swinging
then the heavens will rejoice
the angels will be singing
a plumb bob in the center
is where it will hang down
the winds of change will stop changing
listen for the sound

They might say wrong is right
they might say dark is light
they might say that Jesus
was only joking around
but the winds of change will change direction
listen for the sound

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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 of where
being irrelevant compared
to what happens
from this moment on

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

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

Conventional

Conventional thinking
is that for people to be free
to do good things
people must be free
to do bad things

But I can’t help thinking
that making it harder
for people to do bad things
would be a good thing
for people to do

Stone Erodes

They taught us what they wanted us to think
so we’d feel better about who we are
but what they left out is beginning to stink
and things have gone way to far

Skeletons in the closet
souvenirs in the crawlspace
bodies decomposing under the garden
our only hope is Grace

Years turn into decades
decades to centuries
we weren’t there so we can’t judge
what happened in history

But if the tables could somehow turn
and our ancestors were watching the news
who would they be proud of
who would give them the blues?

So many things were written in stone
but stone erodes away
when the updates get edited
can we trust what they say?

Once in a Lifetime

Children parrot their parents
and teachers as a way of becoming
what they will. Sometimes scary,
mostly amusing, as the boy on the news
with his whole life ahead said “this is a
once in a lifetime experience”

True enough, but truly grasping
these moments seems to require
having left a few behind, people and
places and events good and bad
filed on your hard drive til you
are running out of memory
and finally realize that
every moment is
once in a lifetime