My Pathetic

I’d rather not
walk a mile
no matter whose
shoes I’m in
I prefer letting
my mind do
the wandering

My pathetic has
plenty of em and sym
so it’s easy enough
not to judge
imagination takes me
enough places I
don’t want to go

here in the glass house
we keep stones under
lock and key so we
won’t be tempted to throw

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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

Old Clay

Weary of the rain
tired of the chill
an old clay flower pot
sitting on the window sill
soil depleted by last year’s bloom
the stillness of a darkened room

soil can be refreshed
one can open the blinds
do everything you can think to do
or retreat into your mind
go ahead, see what you can find
there’s nothing much to lose
except a galloping case
of the morning after blues

Break

The beauty can be hard to see
when dealing with some difficulty
you must have faith
that it will reappear
we learn from history
the hardest part of being free
is standing up and
facing down your fears

When there are cloudy skies
you are wondering why
and how you made that
last mistake
be patient, make another change
believe that God will arrange
some sort of parting
and a needed break

Hard to Say

Calculated risks
and stupidity
often look the
same to me
sometimes you’re lucky
sometimes you’re not
you might get away
or you might get caught

Just getting out of bed
is risky enough
you never know when
the going will get tough
hard to say if
you’re doing it right
but hey, go ahead
and fly your kite

Slow Learner

It was a golden time
I was a fool
kept thinking I
could make my own rules
Life just laughed
and slapped me down
don’t even remember
hitting the ground

I’m a slow learner
so I tried some more
Life keeps knocking me
back on the floor
when I catch my breath
probably try again
sooner or later
I’m bound to win

Maybe when they carry
me out on a board
and God provides me
my reward

Awry

I thought about painting a wall
so I could watch it dry
but it would probably fall down
I’m that kind of guy
I have a hard time making plans
that do not go awry
quit bothering years ago
trying to figure why

Sometimes for a change of pace
I plan multiple events
then watch them fall like dominoes
from the hideout’s window