What’s left

I’m working the left trying to do what’s right

Left-handed, left brained but left wondering why

One nation with liberty, but they just seem to fight

Poor huddled masses might as well not try

We shoot down boats, ideas, dreams and hope

Knock down institutions, build monuments to a false god

Fault his logic dumacrat and you’re labeled a dope

While the bloviated narcissistic rants, the red hats nod

I’m still riding the left lane trying to cope

Left handed, left brained still wondering why

Yamata no Orochi on the White House lawn

Lady Liberty dropped her torch and started to cry

Put this administration to bed and greet a new dawn

Left handed, left brained left alone but still going strong

Yeah I’m still going strong

Tim Windisch

6 16 2026

Tearing down my past

I almost drove straight into the ditch

Uttered a barely audible son-of-a-bitch

To no one in particular

Another golden page from a better long gone day

Dismantled and razed cause they have to make way

Tears are falling in my car

My whole family was a part of this place

Those folks always had a smile on their face

Downtown Fussville farm

While progress creates many pretty things

There’s a heavy sadness in my heart it brings

Cause they can’t match the charm

My mom and dad were very close friends

I pulled my phone and adjusted the lens

Not easy to do while you’re driving and crying

So many new places, but they all look the same

Countless new faces, I’m sad yet happy I came

The memories live on, though the buildings are dying

Mom always said one day I would miss

All of these things, we’re left to reminisce

Cherish the days make the memories last

Hold on to each other, hold that thought so tight

Progress be damned, nothing about it feels right

All I see is them tearing down my past

Tim Windisch

6  15 2026

Watchin the skyline back at the ranch

So many moons have revolved

Since our friendships evolved

Back when silly was funny

Thunderstorms were sunny

Watchin the skyline back at the ranch

Bikes and cars long before the bars

In the fields underneath the stars

Knew nothing so we had no cares

Laughter, dancing while the radio blares

Watchin the skyline back at the ranch

Ride that raft down the raging stream

Tougher than anything joined as a team

You strayed hard right and I’m all that’s left

Do you drown those days clanging weights you heft

Can’t see the skyline from a crooked branch

Take me to the river, take me so far back

Still water reflecting smiles, not even a crack

Stop making waves just listen to your heart

Bring it back together don’t keep ripping it apart

And we’ll be watchin the skyline back at the ranch

Tim Windisch

6 8 2026

Bedtime banter

Another day draws to a close, my tired eyes tell me it’s time

The farmer plants, then reaps what he sows; toss on steaks, mix Mules, don’t skip the lime

There’s smiles somewhere waiting to turn up my cheek, pull the edges of my mouth towards the sun

Might not be tomorrow, might not even be next week, but I have a feeling that on my horizon is a boatload of fun

Well we don’t always understand, seldom get it right; it’s just when the moon tickles our mind

There can be years of joy sometimes in just one night, so lets ride down the rainbow and see what we find

But that’ll have to be something for tomorrow, there’s not much left for me this night

We’ll chart a course to sail away from the sorrow, and maybe this time we’ll get it right

Goodnight

Tim Windisch

05 27 2026

Sense of direction

Another too chilly, ugly kind of day

Okay for March, but it’s getting late May

I’m listening to the sounds, favorites from my old music collection

But this cold air and gray skies are messing with my senseof direction

Rather than get dejected, I just say okay

Put on something to soothe me imagining you rendering someaffection

A better day will peak across Lake Michigan one morn

And when that new kind of sensation gives rise and is born

Warm breezes and sunny skies will enlighten my sense ofdirection

And I can clear a place that good times and happiness willadorn

But the nights, whether they are steamy hot or bitterly cold

Will be just right with the right one there for you to hold

Breathing in the same air, moonlight finds you in my senseof direction

What transpires between us is magical to watch unfold

Two souls happy, bearing nothing but smiles on their complexion

What started as a tryst has forever altered my sense ofdirection

Tim Windisch

5 22 2026

Put a shine on that coin

Walking along, head hanging low

Becoming all too familiar you know

Supposed to learn and most of all be patient

Pick a dirty penny from the ground

Parties all over I listen to the sound

I can hear the music, and I feel the vibration  

Smiles and laughs but I never do join

Closed my eyes, wished, and put a shine on that coin

Sometimes the road gets bad and you’re stuck

Seems no matter how you try you have no luck

Stepped on by people who don’t seem to care

Siphoning all your love, your life and your money

Leaving you for dead in search of more honey

Don’t just lie there, rise above and get some clean air

Been kicked before, hurt like hell and it left me bruised

Face down in the dirt I have to tell you I wasn’t amused

Picked a penny from my teeth, wondered where I was going

Closed my eyes, wished and put a shine on that coin

I looked to the Heavens above, I said give me a break

How many more of these heartaches can one man take?

I give my all, I don’t act badly, and I never tell a lie

I say I love you, but all I hear is laughter and I start to cry

So I got this penny, I found it the last time that I fell

I need a break, I’m wishing hard for a ride out of this hell

Heard people say it’s useless and there really is no point

But I closed my eyes, wished and put a shine on that coin

See what happens…

Tim Windisch

5 08 2026

Still I will not curse her name

So many days I wrote of hopes and dreams, only to learn itwas all just a charade

Upside down where nothings as it seems, until I’m cold Iwill regret everything I paid

Were it only money siphoned across our time, one day bygrace of God I could recoup

Inside my mind is the scene of the crime, and it plays adnauseum on an endless loop

Still I will not curse her name, nor speak it again lest shegain fame, this ends the game

I’m editing my mind, rewinding the past and carefully clippingyou out frame by frame

Still I will not curse her name

Unlike you I will not tell a lie while I grin, I cherishthose memories I’ve yet to make

With my grandkids I would not tell a sin, your past regressionsdemand a heavy stake

You have made an indelible stain on your soul, whilecrushing the heart that gave you aid

For a short term gain you destroyed your goal, on judgementday you’ll atone for the bed you made

Still I will not curse her name, nor speak it again lest shegain fame, this ends the game

I’m editing my mind, rewinding the past and carefully clippingyou out frame by frame

Still I will not curse her name

One day my time here will surely close, those coming behindme will read my writing

If there’s a lesson to find it’s that I chose, turn theother cheek, it’s not the time for fighting

Matters of the heart that flow in one direction, withcunning and deceit lurking in tow

Differ little from any other bodily infection, love doesn’tlive where honesty doesn’t go

Still I will not curse her name

Too much time was spent as it is, money too; time is too preciousto waste on the undeserving

Life continues and that chapter is through, just another oneof the pitfalls that keep you swerving

Dodge the ones you can, ride out the rest; hope for a happyending that you can share

Sort your memories and hang on to the best, keep on hopingfor someone who will care

Still I will not curse her name

Let it wither

Tim Windisch

4 29 2026

Maybe I’m already gone

Have I left my body, am I no longer part of this earth

I may be broke but money ain’t the way to judge a man’sworth

But I feel like I’m invisible in what I thought was mybaby’s eyes

Not feeling the love this man just sits alone and cries

Maybe I’m already gone

Never to know another dawn

Cause I’m not wanting to see anymore

Not until I see her coming through my door

I don’t want to be nobody’s pawn

Maybe I’m already gone

Tim Windisch

04 25 2026

Evil from top to bottom

It was nothing real, a grand scheme from the start

All you have left for your troubles is a broken heart

Call it what you will but no matter what, it is sad

Everything you believed was true but you were just had

Cry the blues and scream and throw things and swear

It won’t change a thing and it sure won’t make her care

Evil from top to bottom straight through

Smile as you twist the knife saying I love you

Excuses and lies and anything that helped your cause

Fell into the trap and never gave your words pause

Believing in your promises, your love seemed so sincere

Now I know that they were only meant to keep you here

In my heart so I would never stop caring

And oh how you loved the bank book you were sharing

Evil from top to bottom straight through

Smile as you twist the knife saying I love you

Sad lies are all you bathe in and then use as your perfume

Open all my windows, hit the fan get the stench out of myroom

Cleanse me from the filth of the your sick obsession

Which given all you stole is just a tax-free profession

Drain me like the dirty bath water from your every sin

Need a scorecard to tally up who you’ve had in

Evil from top to bottom straight through

Smile as you twist the knife saying I love you

Enjoy your days, but never try to remember

What was once there you torched to an ember

Live your lies, mourn your loss, slide on to your next prey

You chose the path so go prosper in your own sick way

My love is real, my heart is strong, my life’s not done

I’ll heal and smile again, you keep telling yourself you won

Tim Windisch

4 23 2026

Put your left foot in

Starting off the day sticking out my left foot, but it’salright

Might not always start right, but what’s left will take usthrough the night

As journey’s go, it’s one we won’t ever again undertake

Bake some bread, picnic again at the lake, lovers forgoodness sake

Running low on money, out of gas and the batteries are dead

Fed by the promise ahead, we should quit but we push oninstead

Goals come and go for some, whatever fits the mood

Food in different forms, baby feed me change my attitude

Yes it’s all going to end alright despite starting on myleft toe

Go put the worries to bed, we will snuggle tight inafterglow

Tim Windisch

4 21 2026