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

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!”

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

A Good Chance

The clouds were missing
a good chance to rain
thunder made empty threats
the wind could not be explained
darkness descended
we lost our focus
there were those in the shadows
wanting to choke us
to keep us from learning
what we needed to know
to put up a fight
to make a good show

They had facts and figures
supporting their claim
that the victims needed
to shoulder the blame
we had nothing
but a will to live
and a notion of what
we were willing to give
when the clouds missed
a good chance to rain
how we escaped
I cannot explain
divine intervention
is a possibility
and a stubborn refusal
to be less than free

When we slipped through
the dragnet, the clouds finally let go
washing our tracks away
so evil could not follow

Good Intentions

The field sobriety test was a fail
never was good at walking a line
so I take my mail at the county jail
til I pay off the fine
Guess I got a little too free
now I’m learning responsible
wish I’d listened closer
back when I was in school
This sweat dripping off my nose
is a sign of my good intentions
making up for stuff that happened
when I wasn’t paying attention
If hard work never hurt anyone
why does my back ache
how long is this likely to go on
before I get a break
Temptation is a poor companion
it’ll pester you until you give in
take you from the top to the bottom
then convince you to do it again
Three steps up and two steps back
is not the greatest progress
tangled up in your own tracks
til you end up in a mess
This sweat dripping off my nose
is a sign of my good intentions
making up for stuff that happened
when I wasn’t paying attention
If hard work never hurt anyone
why does my back ache
but I’m gonna keep keeping on
until I get a break

Fun and Games

Often times the cure
seems worse than the disease
if you lie down with the dogs
you might get up with fleas
They say it won’t get better
until we feel the squeeze
and virtually everything
is a matter of degrees
It’s all fun and games
until one you love goes down
the statistic has a name
the expiration has a sound
you feel you should do something
you just don’t know what
anything to help untie
the knots there in your gut
The Golden rule gets lip service
from those in a position
to actually do something
to alter these conditions
and they will gladly help you
if you can pay the price
otherwise you’ll only get
gratuitous advice
Doing no harm is just about
the best that I can do
If I can’t help myself
how am I going to help you
But maybe if enough folks
get together in some way
we could help each other
make it to a better day
It’s all fun and games
until one you love goes down
the statistic has a name
the expiration has a sound