Come Around again

Ran the fields, skinned knees, laughed and cried

Some of us moved away and some of us died

Imitated as kids what we thought to be so cool

Till we saw how that ignorance made you a fool

But those lessons we learned back in the day

Run opposite of what some of you now say

Tell me how true beauty comes from within

While you still burn a cross for the color of skin

As you follow a leader filled with vile and hate

How can you find beauty in anything you create

Ask for unity and another chance, ask can I still be your friend

When those days we ran with open hearts come around again

We played all the songs, hung with everyone, loving the times

Now you ostracize by selection, link color and creed to crimes

All behind a mockery of democracy, wrap him in MAGA flags

Overlook the mob violence and forget those in the body bags

Say he didn’t lead ‘em, with all that bullshit he was feeding ‘em

Cowards! Hide behind the constitution, lost sheep needing him

History will bear the greatest witness despite your bellowing

As time marches forward decency will win and I’ll be mellowing

But wonder I will, how can you rectify the truth with your stance

I stand beside what we both know is right, and say here’s a chance

I thrust my open arms,  put aside the lies so I can still be your friend

Go to the times where we had so much fun, let’s come around again

Tim Windisch

2/12/2021

Baby Steps and Building blocks

She tumbled backwards down the entryway stairs

Each step she fell showed how much he cares

Drove until there was no longer a familiar sight

Not the way a woman deserves to end her night

Don’t care, don’t call, don’t waste your time

On sympathy to wipe up another drunken crime

Wasted away without a chance to ever go back home

Can’t stay tethered to yesterday, finally time to roam

Cause tomorrow's holding open the door where it seems

You can live out your days in a love you held in your dreams

Don’t need excuses, there’s no need to explain, never mind the clocks

Past is past, don’t fret, time stands still, baby steps and building blocks

Your wheels won’t rust, baby let then come to a rest

Come lay next to me and put your head on my chest

If you want to run, let's do it together; but honey don’t run from this

I knew from the moment my eyes locked with yours, sealed it with a kiss

Things could have been better for you; I know life’s been rather unfair

But this is coming from a man full of love, one who will always be there

I can’t do anything about yesterday, except make tomorrow be so totally bright

That it makes it impossible to see past the love that’s waiting here for you tonight

Cause tomorrow's holding open the door where it seems

You can live out your days in a love you held in your dreams

Don’t need excuses, there’s no need to explain, never mind the clocks

Past is past, don’t fret, time stands still, baby steps and building blocks

Let’s build our future baby!

Tim Windisch

08/27/2021

It’s okay to cry

Days are not always filled with laughter

Some make you nervous about comes after

Sprits high, we embrace loved our loved ones

Tears fall when suddenly we can share no more suns

We struggle to understand

Blank stares, wringing hands

Shout out to no one in particular “Why?”

Don’t worry how it looks, it’s okay to cry

News is hard to watch, so heartbreaking

Seeing bombs drop, maternity ward shaking

Children are dying, buried beneath the blocks

All so the Russian madman can gain access to the docks

We struggle to understand

Blank stares wringing hands

Shout out to no one in particular “Why?”

Don’t worry how it looks, it’s okay to cry

Back home praise is lauded by the sycophantic fool

Who just four years earlier was the bears favorite tool

Obsequious MAGA heads who follow his every lead

Ignore his idiocy and pine for him to fill their every need

We struggle to understand

Blank stares wringing hands

Shout out to no one in particular “Why?”

Don’t worry how it looks, it’s okay to cry

Just let it out and clear your mind

Be it bad news or people who are unkind

Don’t worry how it looks, it’s okay to cry

Tim Windisch

03/10/2022

Stand up to him Joe!

The daily routine, go from the hospitals third floor to the shelter in Lviv

Finally forced to load up the kids, grab what they can carry and leave

Tears drop as they climb aboard without their husbands on trains rolling to the west

Slowly their homeland fades from view, the place that they loved the best

NATO witnesses the destruction of lives with their hands in their pockets

While Ukraine is razed by the madman in Moscow hurling rockets

All because we might start a world war, the powder keg might blow

Well, I don’t believe cowering in fear will make it any better, stand up to him Joe!

Svetlana tries to smile holding Alexander’s hand as they head to Poland

Alexander no longer cries he just plays and holds his Teddy bear's hand

UNICEF says 2.7 million have fled, a million kids just like him never cry

A sign of horrible stress on their poor little minds, my God! Tell me why?

NATO witnesses the destruction of lives with their hands in their pockets

While Ukraine is razed by the madman in Moscow hurling rockets

All because we might start a world war, the powder keg might blow

Well, I don’t believe cowering in fear will make it any better, stand up to him Joe!

Stand up for the people dying daily in the roads

As the crazy bastards shells them with mortar loads

Stand up to him Joe! Tell him enough is enough

If he wants to play dirty, then it’s time to get tough

Stand up to him Joe! Grab you foil mask and epee

Cork the Druzhba, silence shipments through the Baltic Sea

STAND UP TO HIM JOE!

Tim Windisch

03/07/2022

Kiss my ass

Putin’s lost his mind, seems he’s trippin’ on some bad borsch

Like a drunkard behind the wheel of a phat looking Porsche

Forcing his twenty-first century version of amoral realpolitik

Killing innocent Ukrainians to satisfy todays twisted fantasy

Seems the Kremlin’s got a gremlin somebody fed after midnight

The red guy’s lost his mind, there won’t be any peace tonight

Thinks “Two minutes hate” ought to do the trick played nightly on Tass

Screw you Mr. Putin!  You’re an evil bastard and you can kiss my ass!

Save for the now ubiquitous cell coverage of the proud brave unarmed Ukrainian men

‘79’s Afghanistan massacre of roughly 1 million could be repeated again

Or in ‘92 when Najibullah hung in the presidential palace compliments of the Taliban in Kabul

Left to run free after the Russian bear had taken what he wanted and was full

Seems the Kremlin’s got a gremlin somebody fed after midnight

The red guy’s lost his mind, there won’t be any peace tonight

Thinks “Two minutes hate” ought to do the trick played nightly on Tass

Screw you Mr. Putin!  You’re an evil bastard and you can kiss my ass!

The world sits back and trembles, calmly and too carefully begging nuclear nonproliferation

While the oligarchs and the kremlin fat cats run amok over another poor helpless nation

Back home we moan about the inconveniences and the high prices

While a country flees a madman bombarding them with illegal devices

Seems the Kremlin’s got a gremlin somebody fed after midnight

The red guy’s lost his mind, there won’t be any peace tonight

Thinks “Two minutes hate” ought to do the trick played nightly on Tass

Screw you Mr. Putin!  You’re an evil bastard and you can kiss my ass!

You won’t get away with it this time Vlad

This time you'll be swingin’ and I’ll be glad

Yeah, you can kiss my ass!

Tim Windisch

03/07/2022

So hard to choose

Bobby put on his best jeans, headed to karaoke night to be a singer

Hoping to run into a sweetie at the club, he was looking for a swinger

Caught her eye and took her home but she scared him silly when she began to brachiate

Across the living room, but her kind of bananas was a little too much for this man to date

All of us remember when things were not this difficult or strange

Finding friendly faces, meeting new people was not that hard to arrange

These days I take pause when someone says you’ve not nothing to lose

Kick it by myself or take a chance again with my heart, it’s so hard to choose

Nora never needed nobody, nice to not to do nothing to impress no one

She saw Bobby make a fool of himself that night, laughed but something had begun

What’s happening to me? Why am I drawn to this sad wanna be?

But two weeks later with a doo and a mani pedi she went back to see

All of us remember when things were not this difficult or strange

Finding friendly faces, meeting new people was not that hard to arrange

These days I take pause when someone says you’ve not nothing to lose

Kick it by myself or take a chance again with my heart, it’s so hard to choose

Bobby and Nora hit it off from the jump, and now they laugh at the early days

Feeling happy to have beaten the odds, dancing as the music plays

No more sitting in a bar, trying to act like it’s really what you wanted to do as you fight a yawn

No more one-night stands, no more hurrying home before dawn

All of us remember when things were not this difficult or strange

Finding friendly faces, meeting new people was not that hard to arrange

These days Bobby and Nora spend each night watchin sunsets life on auto-cruise

For a chance to fall in love and share time just like these two, well it’s not so hard to choose

Yeah, it’s not so hard to choose

Tim Windisch

03/04/2022

Years

Years have you journeyed in search of a spark

Stumbled and bloodied feeling your way in the dark

Chance upon pleasure for once unaccompanied by pain

Not something to toss and forget cause it may not be back again

Cry on your pillow as you deliberate crushing your dreams

Don’t settle for teardrops and soothe them by posting memes

Something inside you is telling you this worth putting up a fight

Grab hold don’t think twice climb on my chest stay the night

Years have I waited biding my time and trying to guard my loving flame

Love that burns in my heart ever ready to roar yet always remains the same

Ready to go out as easily as it could be turned into a furnace of passion

If there was anything to gain from my efforts I’d be tempted to cash in

But since the day the soda dropped onto my restaurant table

Could be a million dollars in for me but I still wouldn’t be able

Feeling like even with the troubles that found their way to mess up our plan

Even the slimmest chance I couldn’t resist cause the thought makes me a happy man

Years have we wondered, is happiness even aware where I live

Everyone wants to take but I don’t know if I want to give

Then you locked eyes with me and held me tight in your arms

Head over heels so enamored with your exquisite charms

Years have we hoped for something like this to exist

So many failures, far too damn many to list

Years would we regret not giving it a try

Years we will cherish together watching years go by

Tim Windisch

7/31/2021

What have I done?

From the arrogant World War 2 death camp paymaster

To every twentieth century US involved war disaster

McDonald laid the groundwork back in nineteen forty-seven

Chomsky pointed at the intellectuals' sending men to Heaven

Use your words carefully, they’re as deadly as a loaded gun

Take down those phony lies, quit asking what have I done?

Who’s supposed tell the average person on the street

That we’re the ones that really suffer from inflicting defeat

Sit silent, play dumb, act like you think everything’s okay

The brightest minds in the world have nothing else to say

Unless it benefits them, c’mon I’m looking out for number one!

The weeping, finger wagging, soulful pleading what have I done?

We’re getting warmer every winter in the town where I live

Drilling and fracking the planet to pieces, somethings got to give

Ice shelf’s are melting, floating into the sea, watch it rise

As coastal areas flood, see the looks of astonishment and surprise

From the local politicians to the guy riding air force one

Hear them making excuses to the camera saying what have I done?

Tim Windisch

1/25/2022

Tears

Tragedy makes my tears form a stream

Till I’m comforted by my mother in a dream

She cared and consoled me, vanquished my every fear

Showed me love and compassion, but hardly a tear

How did she manage to keep it in check?

Her cheeks were dry, not even a speck

Of tears

Was she taking all of that pain inside?

Doing her level best to always hide

Her fears

I marveled how she could take in the worst news

Smile away the pain while she prayed in the pews

Just as she would never cry, she would never sound a horn

Or give mention to her achievements, no she would only warn

That time will run so fast you won’t have time to do things twice

So, you’d better be sure and do things right, and don’t forget to be nice

No tears

Was she just holding them all deep inside

I don’t know why she felt the need to hide

Her fears

I may not know but something tells me that it’s probably very easy to see

She used them to douse the fires of anger and pain that were engulfing me

To clear the doubts and disbelief’s that were obstructing my view

Gave all with no thought for herself cause that’s just what you do

It brought a peace to her world as she prayed when the day was done

Thanking God for all she had, and prayers for each daughter and son

No tears

Shed for how things might have played

From little till her lovely hair had grayed

No fears

Judged only by what’s left behind

Search every corner but you won’t find

A trace of something left undone

A debt she owed to anyone

An unkind memory, an argument left bitter

Nothing undone, not a liar or a quitter

No tears

For what my mind paints for me to enjoy

From my earliest memories I was just a little boy

No fears

Mommy took my hand, took my pain

Brought the smiles back again

No tears

No fears

Just love

Happy Birthday Mom! I miss you so much!

Tim Windisch

10/23/2021

Something better instead

A brisk northern breeze shuffles the fresh snow on the ground

Crunches under my feet, all my life I’ve kind of loved that sound

It’s early in a new year, as far as I can see everything is white

Shoveling the snow with my bad times and my path is clear tonight

You see they were last year, and this year holds so much promise ahead

We can bitch about the blues, or we can do something better instead

The world suffered from the pandemic, and it seems it has put us all in a tizzy

Try if you wish to digest the never-ending news about it, but you’ll likely get dizzy

Blame and fear spread faster than the virus itself, trumpeted by the misinformed

From the local barstools to our Congress, truth depends on whether you’ve conformed

Question anyone who keeps you from looking at the facts or you will surely be misled

Careful where you throw your weight, education will lead you to something better instead

Something better for everyone instead of the hurtful way that things have been going

Change is accomplished best through education, making sure everyone is knowing

What’s important not only for some of us today, but for all and for many generations to follow

Something better instead of me crying about the things in my life that went afoul

Staring into the mirror, proclaiming there’s no way in hell I’m throwing in the towel

What’s important is that what I believe in, and love is sound and rings true rather than be hollow

Yeah, something better instead

Tim Windisch

01/02/2022