Poetry by Tim Windisch

Not easy to take Hard to imagine, not easy to takeCrushing being apart from you when I wakeNo words, no sound, nothing but silence Tears flood my memories, I abhor violence No one to kill, no screams or thrashing Just dreams of ago, constantly flashing Could’ve been, such a sickening thought Like an empty water bottle in a drought Holds the promise of great relief Empty like my arms brings me grief Hard to imagine, not easy to take The masterpiece you painted was a fakePretty to look at, like hearing the ocean in a shellDreamt of life, but the house of cards fell You could see the whole picture of the daysEmpty chapel yet the music playsNo bride on the aisle, no rice on the ground An empty man sees nothing and cannot hear a sound Missed intentions, misunderstood meaning The answer lies somewhere but he’s not gleaning Hard to imagine not easy to take A lonely groom on a melting cakeToo much for anyone to bearAnd a bear who only tries to careCannot absorb the blows, nor tolerate the pain Knocked down repeatedly but he gets up again Why does he not just head for the treesNo rabid attack instead he’s on his knees Sober as a judge, no he hasn’t been drinking He just wants his dreams but I don’t know what he’s thinkingHard to imagine not easy to takeTim Windisch 9 8 2026

She waters the flowersShe waters the flowers I could watch her for hours Seems I’m perpetually under her powers She breathes out a loving sighSo many rainbows across my skyTells me that forever I will be her guyI’m so high I can touch the moon Cause my woman makes my heart swoonIn dreams we’re drifting into the sunset in a hot air balloon She waters the flowersI could hold her for hours Finally, together sharing the life that’s oursTim Windisch 8 30 2026

Who’ll be the first of usWho’ll be the first of us to crackHarsh words a struggle to walk back “I seen ya!” caught red-handed at the festMemories from so long ago but I love them bestBrothers from different mothers, a motley crewHarley mini-bikes in the fields just me and youWho’ll be the first of us to break downTossing arms, hugging no matter who’s aroundToo many evenings racing the street lightsGot get back, don’t need another of the fightsOld man, didn’t understand, drive you up the wallsWe got wheels, spun the miles back to cruise the FallsWho’ll be the first of us to smile and shed a tearToo long my friend since we’ve had each other nearBeds in a loft, T-top flying away going down the roadThis time it’s your old man who got to explodeOh! Man we were a handful, damn I miss C-Guy!Too many days, too many friends have gone byWho’ll be the first of us, damn you know it’s meFamily can’t be complete without the whole treeApples fallen to the ground, grandma would grinTakes good and bad to make it whole, toss ‘em inFootball flattened on the road, Mickey’s Caddy catching a ball Her yard, her laugh, I feel such love remembering it allWho’ll be the first of us to shed a tearI cried a river writing this poem hereWho’ll be the first of us…Tim Windisch8 11 2026

Vibin’ on lifeStretched out and cracked open my eyesLight bleeding through darkened skiesNot the way to start out with a big smile on my faceBut I made a new acquaintance so it’s not the caseLights up my phone with a lovely helloVibin’ on life, laughing, but it’s early you knowYou have to have somewhere to fit your feet in the blocksRun the race, clear the hurdles to find someone who rocksBrewed a pot, toked and exchanged pleasantries some moreWave lengths that follow the same path make you want to exploreShe lights up my phone with a lovely helloVibin’ on life, laughing, but it’s early you knowBut you have to have somewhere to fit your feet in the blocksRun the race, clear the hurdles to find someone who rocksThere’s not much more to this story, but this is where it startsCuriosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back, two heartsLooking for smiles amid chaos and a gentle shoulder to lie their heavy headMind wandering watching minutes fall off of the day remembering what was saidShe lights up my phone with a lovely helloVibin’ on life, laughing, but it’s early you knowBut you have to have somewhere to fit your feet in the blocksRun the race, clear the hurdles to find someone who rocksI think you rockTim Windisch8 11 2026

HowHow can I draw another breath? Imagine anything better than deathBeaten down and barely able to lift my headIn so many ways I feel  I’m already deadYou say you love me, yet the pain grows strongerCause every time you say it, the time’s grown longerSince you laid your head upon my bare chestLips pressed to my face, “Bear I love you best”So many months have ran by since that dayMy head, my heart, my mind- I can’t find the wayHow can I take another step? How can I walk?A jumble of unintelligible words, I can’t talkMy mind is mixed up like things in a blenderI curse and cry harder with every text I send herNothing helps, nothing gives me a glimmer of hopeJust an old man losing his grip unable to copeHow do I find peace of mind, heal my heart?My life spilled like the soda, right from the startWiped away and made to look ready to goJust smile through the pain, don’t let it showHow?Tim Windisch8 10 2026

Just forget herTrippin’ on a time that brought a smileFit like a glove but I guess they went out of style Or you found a better fit out on your own Either way I spend too much time all aloneWhen the good times rolled wasn’t anything better Now it seems it’s high time to just forget herEyes that used to melt me have eroded all my trust The gears of the engine driving the love turned to rust Blown away and long abandoned and forgotten A once fruitful romance, left to spoil and turn rotten When the good times rolled wasn’t anything better Now it seems it’s high time to just forget herTim Windisch 8 8 2026

Broken promises Too many days, and far too many nights Haunted by images that gave me the frightsStand before me with your fresh wounds on display Obscure the truth leave me with nothing to say I’m not convinced and you’re no God and I’m not one of the doubting Thomas’s I’m just the man who’s been here choking on all your plastic promisesYear after year you flashed me your smilesI sat alone while you ran loose out on the tilesOne after one, on to the next without any careWhen your funds ran low you knew I’d be there I’m sure you’ll be shocked at what a bomb this isBut I’m not going to choke down any more of your broken promisesYou can keep on runningLie about love like you’re funning Go from one home to another Live off stories bout your aunt and your motherI no longer care just what your new dramas isI’m all done living my life choking on your broken promises Tim Windisch 8 6 2026

Let’sLet’s watch the flames, we can listen to the gameSit with me tonight under the stars and gazeTorch and smile at things, favorite songs we both singEverything’s better together laughin’ as we blazeLet’s head back to the couch, I got the blanket grab the pouchGet rollin’ and smoochin’ and all kinds of closeI step back in moonlight by the window, taken by the way your eyes glowA wondrous feeling inside me perpetually growsLet’s keep on spending time, when you’re gone it’s really a crimeTogether is a sentiment I could never feel too muchSunrises and sunsets each day, no more work now it’s our time to playForever near your smile, forever feel your touchYeah let’sTim Windisch7 22 2026

There once burned a fireBack at the very beginning, when it seemed that they were winningLong before he knew her only devotion was pledged to sinningA hunger she passed as passion, took them so high till it went crashingHer need for love was a veiled ruse for cash to keep her in fashionWhere once sat a cauldron filled with loveOne he used to believe came from aboveJust a cracked broken pot in a funeral pyreCold and lonely, but there once burned a fireIt went out with all her lies, a broken shell huddles alone and criesBeat up, shunned and defecated, love suffocated, still he triesFixated on a memory of a glance, used with cunning to induce romanceLying there gasping for air, his love begged one last chanceWhere once sat a cauldron filled with loveOne he used to believe came from aboveJust a cracked broken pot in a funeral pyreCold and lonely, but there once burned a fireHis cries fell upon her deaf ears, like they had been doing for yearsShe kept the gaslight burning brightly to allay all of his fearsAnd when she grew tired of her game, with a tap of herfinger erased his nameTime for another to tickle her fancy, and then she will again do the sameWhere once sat a cauldron filled with loveOne he used to believe came from aboveJust a cracked broken pot in a funeral pyreCold and lonely, but there once burned a fireSo sad to see it like this, cause there once burned a fire…Tim Windisch7 18 2026

Back on 175Most of us could see the steeple from our yardsOur parents bowled together, or maybe played cardsSt. Anthony’s in Fussville, though names and buildings changedAnd the fields we roamed have been plowed over and rearrangedI remember us looking out in awe,  watching the big earth movers driveWidening Appleton Ave when we were growing up going to school back on 175We skinned knees playing on the blacktop, laughing through the painSat and looked out the window, lamenting recess inside due to rainHad fish fries, smorgasbords, chili dinners; gemütlichkeit created a vibeEveryone pitched in, worked and laughed together back on 175Time seems to drag on as you are a kid in grade schoolCan’t wait to be older, wear jeans and band tees and look coolThen we got there, heard the line how we may never pass this way againDidn’t really sink in for years, but now it stings every time I lose a friendI know we can’t go back, yet there are times in my mind I striveTo take myself back to good old SA, and the days back on 175Tim Windisch

Dreaming out loudHow’d you sleep last night?Did you have any dreams?I’d love to see you smile in the morning lightWatch your lips turn up in the suns beamsI’m just daydreaming about youImagining things we could doWalking in the rain, laughing at a cloudI should keep it inside but I’m dreaming out loudDid you awake to the sun or was it a bark?I hope it wasn’t a silly text that came from me!Always painting dreams, searching for a sparkTrying to be patient, but you know it’s so hard to beI’m just daydreaming about youImagining things we could doWalking in the rain, laughing at a cloudI should keep it inside but I’m dreaming out loudYeah, you think I’d learn to keep it insideBouncing off the walls with anticipationLife can be so fickle, sometimes a bumpy rideI’m keeping an image that ends in elationI’m just daydreaming about youImagining things we could doWalking in the rain, laughing at a cloudI should keep it inside but I’m dreaming out loudYeah, I’m dreaming out loudTim Windisch7 8 2026

What’s leftI’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 fightPoor huddled masses might as well not tryWe shoot down boats, ideas, dreams and hopeKnock down institutions, build monuments to a false godFault his logic dumacrat and you’re labeled a dopeWhile the bloviated narcissistic rants, the red hats nodI’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 cryPut this administration to bed and greet a new dawnLeft handed, left brained left alone but still going strong Yeah I’m still going strong Tim Windisch6 16 2026

Tearing down my pastI almost drove straight into the ditchUttered a barely audible son-of-a-bitchTo no one in particularAnother golden page from a better long gone dayDismantled and razed cause they have to make wayTears are falling in my carMy whole family was a part of this placeThose folks always had a smile on their faceDowntown Fussville farmWhile progress creates many pretty thingsThere’s a heavy sadness in my heart it bringsCause they can’t match the charmMy mom and dad were very close friendsI pulled my phone and adjusted the lensNot easy to do while you’re driving and cryingSo many new places, but they all look the sameCountless new faces, I’m sad yet happy I cameThe memories live on, though the buildings are dyingMom always said one day I would missAll of these things, we’re left to reminisceCherish the days make the memories lastHold on to each other, hold that thought so tightProgress be damned, nothing about it feels rightAll I see is them tearing down my pastTim Windisch6  15 2026 

Watchin the skyline back at the ranch So many moons have revolvedSince our friendships evolvedBack when silly was funnyThunderstorms were sunnyWatchin the skyline back at the ranchBikes and cars long before the barsIn the fields underneath the starsKnew nothing so we had no caresLaughter, dancing while the radio blaresWatchin the skyline back at the ranchRide that raft down the raging streamTougher than anything joined as a teamYou strayed hard right and I’m all that’s leftDo you drown those days clanging weights you heftCan’t see the skyline from a crooked branchTake me to the river, take me so far backStill water reflecting smiles, not even a crackStop making waves just listen to your heartBring it back together don’t keep ripping it apartAnd we’ll be watchin the skyline back at the ranchTim Windisch6 8 2026

Bedtime banter Another day draws to a close, my tired eyes tell me it’s timeThe farmer plants, then reaps what he sows; toss on steaks, mix Mules, don’t skip the limeThere’s smiles somewhere waiting to turn up my cheek, pull the edges of my mouth towards the sunMight not be tomorrow, might not even be next week, but I have a feeling that on my horizon is a boatload of funWell we don’t always understand, seldom get it right; it’s just when the moon tickles our mindThere can be years of joy sometimes in just one night, so lets ride down the rainbow and see what we findBut that’ll have to be something for tomorrow, there’s not much left for me this nightWe’ll chart a course to sail away from the sorrow, and maybe this time we’ll get it rightGoodnightTim Windisch05 27 2026

Sense of directionAnother too chilly, ugly kind of dayOkay for March, but it’s getting late MayI’m listening to the sounds, favorites from my old music collectionBut this cold air and gray skies are messing with my senseof directionRather than get dejected, I just say okayPut on something to soothe me imagining you rendering someaffectionA better day will peak across Lake Michigan one mornAnd when that new kind of sensation gives rise and is bornWarm breezes and sunny skies will enlighten my sense ofdirectionAnd I can clear a place that good times and happiness willadornBut the nights, whether they are steamy hot or bitterly coldWill be just right with the right one there for you to holdBreathing in the same air, moonlight finds you in my senseof directionWhat transpires between us is magical to watch unfoldTwo souls happy, bearing nothing but smiles on their complexionWhat started as a tryst has forever altered my sense ofdirectionTim Windisch5 22 2026

Put a shine on that coinWalking along, head hanging lowBecoming all too familiar you knowSupposed to learn and most of all be patientPick a dirty penny from the groundParties all over I listen to the soundI can hear the music, and I feel the vibration  Smiles and laughs but I never do joinClosed my eyes, wished, and put a shine on that coinSometimes the road gets bad and you’re stuckSeems no matter how you try you have no luckStepped on by people who don’t seem to careSiphoning all your love, your life and your moneyLeaving you for dead in search of more honeyDon’t just lie there, rise above and get some clean airBeen kicked before, hurt like hell and it left me bruisedFace down in the dirt I have to tell you I wasn’t amusedPicked a penny from my teeth, wondered where I was goingClosed my eyes, wished and put a shine on that coinI looked to the Heavens above, I said give me a breakHow many more of these heartaches can one man take?I give my all, I don’t act badly, and I never tell a lieI say I love you, but all I hear is laughter and I start to crySo I got this penny, I found it the last time that I fellI need a break, I’m wishing hard for a ride out of this hellHeard people say it’s useless and there really is no pointBut I closed my eyes, wished and put a shine on that coinSee what happens…Tim Windisch5 08 2026

Still I will not curse her nameSo many days I wrote of hopes and dreams, only to learn itwas all just a charadeUpside down where nothings as it seems, until I’m cold Iwill regret everything I paidWere it only money siphoned across our time, one day bygrace of God I could recoupInside my mind is the scene of the crime, and it plays adnauseum on an endless loopStill I will not curse her name, nor speak it again lest shegain fame, this ends the gameI’m editing my mind, rewinding the past and carefully clippingyou out frame by frameStill I will not curse her nameUnlike you I will not tell a lie while I grin, I cherishthose memories I’ve yet to makeWith my grandkids I would not tell a sin, your past regressionsdemand a heavy stakeYou have made an indelible stain on your soul, whilecrushing the heart that gave you aidFor a short term gain you destroyed your goal, on judgementday you’ll atone for the bed you madeStill I will not curse her name, nor speak it again lest shegain fame, this ends the gameI’m editing my mind, rewinding the past and carefully clippingyou out frame by frameStill I will not curse her nameOne day my time here will surely close, those coming behindme will read my writingIf there’s a lesson to find it’s that I chose, turn theother cheek, it’s not the time for fightingMatters of the heart that flow in one direction, withcunning and deceit lurking in towDiffer little from any other bodily infection, love doesn’tlive where honesty doesn’t goStill I will not curse her nameToo much time was spent as it is, money too; time is too preciousto waste on the undeservingLife continues and that chapter is through, just another oneof the pitfalls that keep you swervingDodge the ones you can, ride out the rest; hope for a happyending that you can shareSort your memories and hang on to the best, keep on hopingfor someone who will careStill I will not curse her nameLet it witherTim Windisch4 29 2026

Maybe I’m already gone Have I left my body, am I no longer part of this earthI may be broke but money ain’t the way to judge a man’sworthBut 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 dawnCause I’m not wanting to see anymore Not until I see her coming through my door I don’t want to be nobody’s pawnMaybe I’m already gone Tim Windisch 04 25 2026

Evil from top to bottomIt 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 sadEverything you believed was true but you were just hadCry the blues and scream and throw things and swearIt won’t change a thing and it sure won’t make her careEvil 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 pauseBelieving in your promises, your love seemed so sincere Now I know that they were only meant to keep you hereIn my heart so I would never stop caring And oh how you loved the bank book you were sharingEvil 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 perfumeOpen all my windows, hit the fan get the stench out of myroomCleanse me from the filth of the your sick obsessionWhich given all you stole is just a tax-free professionDrain me like the dirty bath water from your every sinNeed a scorecard to tally up who you’ve had inEvil from top to bottom straight through Smile as you twist the knife saying I love you Enjoy your days, but never try to rememberWhat was once there you torched to an emberLive your lies, mourn your loss, slide on to your next preyYou chose the path so go prosper in your own sick wayMy love is real, my heart is strong, my life’s not doneI’ll heal and smile again, you keep telling yourself you wonTim Windisch4 23 2026

Put your left foot inStarting off the day sticking out my left foot, but it’salrightMight not always start right, but what’s left will take usthrough the nightAs journey’s go, it’s one we won’t ever again undertakeBake some bread, picnic again at the lake, lovers forgoodness sakeRunning low on money, out of gas and the batteries are deadFed by the promise ahead, we should quit but we push oninsteadGoals come and go for some, whatever fits the moodFood in different forms, baby feed me change my attitudeYes it’s all going to end alright despite starting on myleft toeGo put the worries to bed, we will snuggle tight inafterglowTim Windisch4 21 2026 

Grandma’s Lament: Little StarA shooting star danced across my years, a beauty to behold, taken too quickly I sit in tearsBereft of the joy and left here to wonder why,Oh!  Little star I’lllook for you in the skyForever I will wonder, things that might’ve been,Anxiously awaiting nightfall until you shine againLittle star smile on me, know you have my loveWithin me throughout my journey I’ll look for you aboveLittle starDedicated to MelaniTim Windisch4 17 2026

Political saladCarry a grudge from inauguration, actions from the jump gotmy head shakinIt only gets worse when you try to understand theexplanation. FrustrationWho runs the asylum, who’s handing out the pills? Are wesaving running up the bills?The callous disregard for those who dare say no is giving methe chills! Ignorance killsYour cabinet creaks and it’s spitting out crap! Redactedphotos, who’s sitting on your lap?More from the morons of mishap; Petey’s preaching from thegospel of Quentin. Sap! Who’s running this charade, who leads this heist? Orange mandressed as Jesus Christ?Let’s make a salad of what’s left of the Constitution, serveit on the fourth all neatly dicedRemember when you didn’t think it could get any worse?Mid terms are coming soon, for God’s sake register firstAnd don’t forget to vote!Tim Windisch4 17 2026

Wherever you may be goingTake me down to that station, cause I need to catch thattrainThe one going to a different elevation, with sunshine evenduring the rainYou never hear an unkind word, nobody says anything out ofplaceIt’s the best or so I’ve heard, walk around all day with asmile on your faceThat’s the way I’ve always felt, add you to my side and turnmy frown upside downSo many nights I prayed as I knelt, let me watch you come myway in a wedding gownSo I need a ride over to that place, let me catch a wave orride that trainOnce I kissed you know I couldn’t replace, the feeling I getfrom you it drives me insaneOh! But now I miss your smile and your touch, enduring thelapses is agonizingly painfulBut even though it pains me so very much, my complaints arereally downright disdainfulIt’s just that the thought of that feeling, wrapped in yourlove melded as oneMakes the absence becomes insufferable but I’m dealing, Ijust want this lapse to be doneIt’s time for you to walk your bear, dress him up and makehim your ownStroll around like you haven’t got a care, enjoying lifewherever you may be goingYes babe enjoy your life, wherever you may be goingTim Windisch4 11 2026

Jumpin’ from my skinMore twists and turns than a Hitchcock movie, I’m alwaysleft guessin’Too much silence and too many minutes away if I’m confessin’A simple tale about boy meets girl and they are foreverjoinedIn truth scant minutes alone together need to be purloinedIt’s mess babe and we gotta act fastWe are something that’s meant to lastBut right now I can’t deal with the shape I’m inGoing crazy losing touch I’m jumpin from my skinEstate sales, funerals, and newborns too have joined thefrayDeciding what can come and what must go yet you got nothingto sayAre we in town or on the road? Single words, tell me is it acode?Keep lighting fuses and sooner or later something’s going toexplodeIt’s mess babe and we gotta act fastWe are something that’s meant to lastBut right now I can’t deal with the shape I’m inGoing crazy, losing touch I’m jumpin’ from my skinTim Windisch03 18 2026

Love I’m waiting!Drifting off you catch the image of his face, thousand plus nights spentrunning the raceDreaming of the day you finally get to his placeSomething pulls you from those perfect dreams, no matter howclose you come it seemsPull the brake but the crazy train rumbles and steamsFind the depot, jump into the fields if you must, hourslate, it’s forty-second street or bustInto the arms of the face of the future you trustLove I’m waiting!, he cries; but he mumbles under his breathThis waiting will surely one day be the cause of my deathLove I’m waiting!, he wails at the top of his lungs; chokingback a tearLoathing the loneliness brings a worry it won’t end- hisdeepest fearLove I’m waiting! Love I don’t care about the consequenceI’ll stand proud giving my all for you as my lone defenseJudge me how you may, but I’ve only this to sayLove I’m waiting!, I pray to God today’s the dayI love you babe!Tim Windisch03 11 2026

NothingNothing’s at work, like trying to eat soup with chopsticks The logic’s mechanics suck they  need a bottom to top fixCan’t pick up enough to satisfy my hunger Meanwhile the clock says I ain’t getting younger Seems to be the way the story goes for us romanticsStare at the wall and try to connect every little bumpCan you create an image, not me I’m so easy to stumpBlurred by pictures we painted above Over miles of distance with loveNothing says nothing and nothing gives my throat a lumpNothing’s at work; it’s not for me, it just boils my blood Only so many times you can bite your tongue and chill on budCause you know it just don’t sitNot a little but every damn bitEverything needs to wash over nothing, like a flood Cause nothing don’t please me Nothing can’t hold meNothing can’t tell meI love you No nothingneeds to bedone Tim Windisch 01 09 2026

Silently screamingDarkness fell across my eyes never wanting to want to leaveSometimes the promise of a new sunrise is too hard tobelieveWanting tomorrows that for years he spent every nightdreamingOnly to wake up in the pitch black all alone and silentlyscreamingUnderstanding the echoes of the questions he tirelesslypoisesWhile a cacophony of reality batters his mind with suchnoisesThe wreckers of dreams perpetually at work ever schemingTrying to destroy every last vestige as I lie silentlyscreamingOh! What in the world is the truth I can no longer delay mydesireHow on earth can man stand his ground when he’s surroundedby fireAre we the silhouettes behind the glass? Impassioned loversbeaming?Or doomed to an eternity kept apart by fate and left silentlyscreamingTim Windisch01 06 2026

What’s the wordWhat’s the word how are you babe? Can you hear me call yournameAre you listening, are you sitting up; how long until youlight my flameWhere’s the lantern to light the path, I’m worried you’lllose your way in the darkIt’s long past time we fired the torch to march into ourunknown, where’s the sparkNow you need to push the envelope, take yourself out of parkbabe put it in driveJoin me for the best ride of our lives, and for the firsttime our together can come aliveWhat’s the word how are you babe? I hope everything is goingas we plannedStrong enough with a clear head, freed from the weight andfinally able to standStriking a wooden match across the rough days, a smirk tothe faded painLighting the lamp that can never go dim, nor be extinguishedin a driving rainIt pulls you along at a quickening pace, raising all sortsof warnings and alarmsA cacophony of maddening distractions that will vanishinstantly in my armsWhat’s the word how are you babe….I hope to hold you soonTim Windisch11/13/2025 

In another one of my dreams Candles and incense, soft warm glowSandalwood clouds and we lay down below Nice steady rocking tune, and guitar screams Lying side by side, in another one of my dreams Grilling steaks watching you dicing cubes of cheese Making them cool apps and winking at me, a quick teaseTwo silhouettes spooning under the moon beamsAh but shit I’m alone in another one of my dreams Always I see you, every time I close my eyes Beside me, only you bring sunshine to my skies And the thought of you here when I awake, anticipation teemsYou are here for real and not just in another one of mydreams Tim Windisch 11 03 2025

And runWhen the moon finds her, lying ‘neath shadows of the thingsshe wants to see She is motionless; unable to speak held to the bed unable tobreak freeAnd runShe feels the weight of the thousand nights that have alreadypassed There is a home glowing in the distance and she wants to rise up fastAnd runBut try as she might another day passes and leaves her farbehind She can’t help but worry that he’ll grow tired of theendless grindAnd runShit; the moon finds her again and it starts to become socliché Rather than explain the seemingly pointless delays she’dsooner call it a day And runRun where you mayBe it night or day Run home to meTim Windisch 09 23 2025

I’m out of words to say  I’m out of words to say They go unanswered Pain spreads like a cancer What made it turn this wayI’m out of rants to rave It’s all just more of the sad noise Lamenting absence of the joysI thought we’d perpetually craveI’m out of meaningful explanations Cause I never seem to know the scoreI’m telling you I can’t take much more Got to end the machinations I’m out of words to say Tim Windisch 09 28 2025

Silence ain’t goldenSilence ain’t golden, it’s just rusted steelNot worth a dime, especially when all you feelIs cold lonely heartaches, another part of you breaksDoing the right thing it seems was the first of yourmistakesHanging tight and being patient, one I can’t comprehendSit still and be quiet, no matter no one hears you screamingat the endYou and your thoughts sit alone, staring at that goddamnedtelephoneBe a good dog, go shit in the yard and maybe I’ll throw youa boneSilence ain’t golden, in fact it has no color at allLike a tree in the woods, you never even hear it fallUnless it’s coming down on top of you, isn’t that just richyou clownLying underneath the branches, you can’t tell up from downSilence ain’t golden, when it sucks you in like a vacuumcleanerWhat a horrible end could you even imagine anything meanerTim Windisch09 29 2025

Snap my fingersNot the day it was supposed to beSee you were nowhere close to mePanic left the disco, he lives upstairsWhen I seem out of whack I’m under repairsSnap my fingers let me put a better spinAnywhere, anytime I choose we can beginHow about that lovely summer dayWhen two yearning souls joined the fraySnap my fingers and we’re back at Alma’s sippin’Dew splatters, soft chatters a pair of souls trippin’Sit and watch the lake, feel the love in the airThere, oh babe that’s the place, take me thereNot the years we were destined to shareNot even a single cream puff from the FairBroken glass and too many six foot weedsNot tub and dreams seems he never succeedsSnap my fingers let me put a better spinAnywhere, anytime I choose we can beginYeah let me just snap my fingersTim Windisch08 09 2025

Soul Mates GazeHere we are again, standing alone waiting to be wholeYet another pitfall has fallen in the way of our goalI feel like Charley racing Algernon through a maddening mazeBut one day soon we’ll open our eyes to our soul mates gazePlans of grandeur and extravaganza’s cast asideWe’ve only dreams of being by each other’s sideBut every time we try, it seems that old familiar tune playsAlong comes something to keep us from our soul mates gazeI see you when I close my eyesTears falling remembering goodbyesI feel you when I close my eyesHug a pillow shed a tear where he liesI need you when I close my eyesPlease God soon a lonely man criesLet me open my eyes to my soul mates gazeTim Windisch09 19 2025

I don’t know whyI’d like to say I understood, believe me baby I wouldIt’s just that I have this terrible pain and I don’t feeltoo goodSeems every time I stand up tall, somebody pulls the rug andI fallMaybe we could talk about it the next time that you decideto callI’d like to be the king of the hill, I bet calling the shotswould be such a thrillBut I’m not much for politics; my thing is giving true love,babe that’s my skillOnly I end up without any left for even me, so I am sendingyou this heartfelt pleaBabe bury me in love, don’t ever stop; over my head justpile it on till I can’t seeBut Lord I don’t hear a soundNo reply can ever be foundSo I hang my head and cryOh! Babe, I don’t know whyI’d like to wake to your face, brings a soft warm glow allover the placeBut it’s only when I’m dreaming that it happens, causesunrise gives chaseThose images fade from view, it hurts me deep cause there’snothing I can doThere’s nothing that makes me feel like that king; no babenothing except for youI’d like to ride the wave of love, I could ride itperpetually cause I just can’t get enoughGod sent me an angel; there’s no other way to describe, youwere sent from aboveBut He can be fickle and funny, sometimes you think it willrain but it’s sunnySo all I can say for sure is this bear is hungry, and youknow he only wants his honeyStill I don’t hear a soundLet your reply be foundSay you’re on your way and I’m your guyPerfect end to my fairy tale; oh! Babe I don’t know whyTim Windisch09 23 2025

Is there room for just one more Tell me what you see in thereAre there rainbows, do you wear ribbons in your hairFlying behind you in colorful displaysWhat completes the space you occupy these daysIs there room for just one moreOr would you turn me away at the doorAn exclusive place you can only ever findWhile you're day trippin all alone in your mindDo the worries of tomorrow make it over thethreshold Do you shiver without me laying naked is your fleshcoldIs there room for just one moreOr would you turn me away at the doorAn exclusive place you can only ever findWhile you're day trippin alone in your mindOpen your eyes, open the doorMake a little room for just one moreClimb on my back there's so much to exploreLet me take you to heaven far away from this grindStone me, hold me love me keep our souls alignedMake a little room for just one more Tim Windisch07 13 2025

Holding TightlyMelancholy moments your silence can always exposeHolding tightly to the dreams with you Christina RoseWhile my heart aches my mind replays your pretty eyesDrawn as I was from the first look launched perpetual triesTo sidle up close and meld warmly into one heartbeatIs the thing that keeps me going, without you I’m incompletePain is a companion I long to give the slip once and for allAnd I know that beside you I will be standing proud and tallMelancholy moments your touch and every one of them goesHolding tightly to the dreams with you Christina RoseTim Windisch04 27 2025

I feel you in my heartThe future has always been so appeasing,we knew right from the startNow pillows in place of my love, so tightly squeezing,I feel you in my heartWondering, questioning no one but my own darkening thoughts and fearsBut my love is not lessening, a vibe from a click of oureyes, now full of tearsDesperation, sitting alongside exhaustion, having lunch with hopelessnessResisting urges to charge ahead without caution,never could, nope unlessEverything we said and did was pretend,and we were simply playing our partIf so, drop the curtain, show can end,I’m still holding on, I feel you in my  heartA Valentine of roses dreamt, growing here;your smile beside me let the day startThe tomorrows that we talked about can appear,oh! Babe I swear I feel you in my heartTim Windisch02 13 2025

NoNo decorum, not even a forumSkip the back story don’t bore ‘em!Days passed; to too many, too fast!Where’s the feeling was s’posed to last?Green soon, remember late ’21 June?Stumbling in the dark like a buffoonNo sounds, all alone dumping coffee groundsTime passes; no communication, hopelessness aboundsNo fills, not a word and my spine chillsDon’t need much to get my cheap thrillsToo many days, ending badly in the same waysLike one of those depressing one-man playsNo thought, too many battles I’ve foughtLooking high and low for the happiness broughtNot here, no joyful starts, happy hearts, no cheerLeft to choose between the lesser of my darkest fearHiding doubt, acting like I know what it’s all aboutSilence fills the room but inside I scream and shoutNo regrets, choice made, stands firm yet fretsTough weather; he focuses on how good it getsRiding solo, waiting to join her hand you knowTough sledding when the cover gets too thin thoughFalling off the sled, wishing they were home in bedApart too long , get back together again insteadNo way to pretend, can’t mimic that feeling my friendDo what we have to, to end up back together againTim Windisch02 07 2025

57 is 19 x 3 Pressed between the pages, filled with love across the ages Sweeter words expressing your grace were not written by sages The thoughts of the joy, the twinkle in your eye caught this boy I meant every single word babe, loving you I would never toy And I’ve been banging my head, nights with no you I’d sooner be dead But I sit again and add more to the realms of poems instead Another year passes by alone, I sit and I stare at that goddamn phone The love we share touches me more than anything I’ve ever known In my head I commit acts of violence, I curse the world in silence Then I calm myself, hearing my grandma and smelling her violets Dasn’t get so upset kid, end up like your pa, talk silly and blow your lid Close your eyes and say a prayer that it gets better, so I did But it’s the mere thought, it guides me to the place that I sought And I finally chill, actually chuckle at the resolve that it brought Mother chimes in about care, I hear her daily even though she’s not there Promises made are meant to be kept she said as she twirled my hair Those eyes were not lying, follow through boy, you have to keep trying No battle was ever won by sitting there yelling and crying So I just figured I would say, I give my right arm to find a way To look you in the eyes, kiss you and wish you a Happy Birthday But if it doesn’t come to fruition, I will do my best not to bemoan our position Only to picture the joy we will share when we finally improve our condition I love you Christina Rose! Tim Windisch 01 24 2025

Time marches on Those used to be’s are flying again, mentions of how it was better way back when Unlocked doors without any fear, waving to strangers just to spread some cheer Bolt those doors, keep your gaze fixed ahead catch no eyes, wonder why you ain’t got a friend Governments and department stores, got more to hide behind smiles and shiny floors Come and go, with the tide of fashion, what matters most you hide inside, your true passion Ease and relaxation unlocks the desires, the key to open your mind and unlock the doors Time marches on and history always looks, peanut farmer, business man, it sorts out the crooks Posturing does you no good from the grave, not about how much you had, rather what you gave Making humanity habitable, dodging your flaws with lawyers, you write your own books Used to be a time… oh I am certain there was, but tomorrow is the time creating all the buzz Smiling at those memories, taking the facts; merged with what’s there now to fill in the cracks Some of this is okay, but you’ve just got to try some of this, blending together like it does Time marches on and we make ours, play outside when it’s sunny, come inside if it showers How we play changes but our friends should remain, ransoming love over politics should refrain Leave Caesar to have what’s his, he can fear the ides of March counting money up in his towers I’m going to live life with family and friends, do my best to stay on the road and mind the bends` The shit storms I encounter I’ll plow through, cause stopping in the middle of one will never do Time marches on, and the pace picks up,  I just want to enjoy the rest of mine before it ends I’m not chasing used to be’s, rather making new, trying to create more time to spend with you Championing integrity, sharing time; help a friend find a laugh, compassion doesn’t cost a dime Time marches on, administrations and policies come and go, and one day yours is through So make the best of it Tim Windisch 01/09/2025

Alright Sipping on my coffee, trying to see through the heavy fog Reaching for my love, but my arm is wrapped around a dog I know there’s always something, with an underlying desire To circumvent this situation, only embers remain from our fire I’d love to rekindle the flame, but babe I ain’t even got a log Chilly on the sofa, my feet feel so cold on the bare wood floor It could eighty-five in here, but we both know it won’t heat me no more I don’t need external flames to generate the heat my poor heart needs It’s the bowels of my soul, and honey you know your love is all it feeds On your touch, your warmth, I sit here praying you’ll walk through that door The days seem to be getting so much shorter, the along comes the dreaded night Dreams that used to excite me, days where everything just looked so bright Alone they’re just dark and empty, sadness and hopelessness freely abound I squeeze my eyes shut and try to hide, motionless laying there not making a sound Praying you’ll be the first thing I see when I open them, and everything will be alright Yeah, everything will be alright Tim Windisch 12/19/2024

You feel You feel rundown, body’s infected I sit alone ignorant, lost and neglected Can’t get it right but you go at it all wrong Kept to yourself even though I came along Said you never had somebody who’d care Promised to share a life but you’re never there Sometimes I bang my head against the wall Sometimes I fall asleep waiting on your call You feel scared, but keep watching tv Violence and mayhem all you ever see Need a chest to drop your head onto Stroke your blonde hair and caress you Said you never had anybody who’d long To tend your wounds and sing you a song So I warble out the words to a love tune Singing babe I miss you, got to see you soon You feel you’re slipping, too steep of a slope I scream I understand babe I can barely cope Apart from the dream that holds it all together Tore your lace and got whipped by your leather Put the rubber to the asphalt steer your way clear Wrap your blues around me when you bring it here The distance needs to be eliminated for us to score We’ve only had a taste and babe we both need more You feel, I feel too I feel it’s time for me and you Tim Windisch 12/05/2024

Ode to Christmas Carol A legend left the building, the sad news came And we will all move on but it won’t be the same If you called her a legend she’d probably laugh Maybe fawn for the camera offer an autograph She wasn’t searching for a spotlight for her face Rather for the earth, pay attention to what we can’t replace Or the poor who have no money for shelter or a meal Causes caught Christmas Carol, sincerity you could feel From my home in Milwaukee, to London, Africa and abroad She shared tears for suffering, and every triumph she’d applaud Shared a story and it made you laugh, she was such a gas Memories that I love to bring back, I know they’ll always last I’m proud to say I was a friend of hers, and her show I’ll always save Every Tuesday when I start I remember “Just Do It, Hit It Dave!” Rest In Peace Carol Nah, Raise a little hell girlfriend! Tim Windisch 12/03/2024

Time can Time can be my friend, or time can run away Hold me for a slow minute, promise me you’ll stay Words can help me explain, words can leave me blank I’ve so many of them to find the right way to thank To thank you for the dreams, those dreams I long to see In daylight, against an autumn sky under our maple tree Time can be my friend, this time the clocks won’t mean a thing And words can be breathed by lovers hear the song they sing Dreams were the plans we cried about after myriad false starts Time after time, words failed but the fire kept burning in our hearts Oh baby, feel the cure to your ills, God knows it’s more than pills Ain’t nothing fancy, you don’t need fancy just true love, no frills Oh baby, zip your coat and grab your keys, drive past the houses and the trees To our home in the city where your man is waiting here patiently to please Honey don’t you know time can be our friend; we can laugh as it ticks away Words won’t be hard to find, how many will we need to be happy every day? Dreams will be between us, tomorrows of laughter and love Blessed to finally be sharing the grace of our God above Tim Windisch 10 08 2024

CryStaring at my last text, worrying cause we seem vexedLike our plans were cursed by a demon and we’re hexedComplex, confounded and confusing, how much more abusingI try to wear a smile of hope but it’s hard be coy while I’mbruisingChoosing to do all that I can, stick to the course andfollow the planBabe I’m trying my best, but after all, honey I’m no godjust a man And have I told you how much I care? Always closing my eyes picturing you’re thereImagining the smell of your perfume, feeling my fingersrunning through your hairSpare me this pain Lord! Bring my baby back! My panorama hasdeveloped a crackAnd try as I might my fuse is burning quickly, and I feellike I’m going to blow my stackLack of patience mom would say, relax son; stay focused.Tomorrow’s another dayLosing your temper and jabbering like a fool is just nevergoing to be the right wayOkay I understand mom, I’ll try. I know we have to stay thecourse, I just don’t know whySo hard to just roll with the punches, when really all youwant to do is sit down and crySo hard to just roll with the punches, when really all youwant to do is sit down and cryTim Windisch08 06 2024

Down Down so low I forgot about being high Lost direction seems pointless to try Sounds are distractions and bring me no joy Head pounds, these inactions serve to destroy Golden has nothing to do with the silence here Memories I’m holdin’ bring me violence and fear Nothing as it seems, is this supposed to be our ever after We made all those dreams, but I can’t hear the laughter Searching my mind, trying to piece all of the broken smiles But it’s like trying to find the letters to spell love among Scrabble tiles But the only thing I find is I, and you see in my game love is spelled with I & U Seems silly but if you just try, you’ll feel the love when U & I are together too Bored games I play to forget, I’m just talking to myself the whole day through Picturing us sharing a sunset, spending eternity together just me and you Down so low but keeping the flame, long as I have air babe it burns The direction home is still the same, song on your mind making the turns Mile after mile sing it loud, done taking time; you want to share every minute U pull up out front won’t I be proud, satisfied with life now that we’re together in it Tim Windisch 07 29 2024

Covers Seems sometimes even the closest of lovers Lose steam like kettles with bent up covers Things boil over and make a mess of your day Stains add character, they’re only stains anyway Cements got a crack with weeds right where it’s begun to heave Like bare trees in the winter, problems gain appeal when they leave Breathe in a promise if you still dare, map a route to your desires Break up excuses and the grizzled retorts, use them to start fires Burn the gap between the dawn of your next wishful opening eye To where resolves the quandary between the devil and the deep blue sky Speak loud and clear into the megaphone, let the mob be sure to hear you clear You’re not looking to pave any highways to heaven or hell with any of your intentions Just embarking on the last leg of your journey and you plan to expand my dimensions Eager anticipation creeps across my chest looking for purposeful loving consummation These thing cause long dormant ripples of hope to quickly follow behind in permutation Sweat begins to build all across my brow, my fingers begin to tap a rhythm or a part The rest of it can only be played with her fingers dancing across my chest into my heart And the steam builds and builds and billows like fog across a lake on an early autumn morn A bed covered with roses, two bare lovers rolling in the flowers, none of the roses has a thorn A perfect start to a perfect beginning, tell me when the last leg gets underway, when does it start When will you be tapping your fingers across my chest in a perfect rhythm right into my heart Seems sometimes even the closest of lovers Lose steam like kettles with bent up covers Tim Windisch 07 25 2024

Lost Used to know, maybe not but I thought I understood Mind it goes, in and out and no longer works too good Am I alright? How can  I really be so off base and so completely out of whack? Must be a sight, my senses left word; they took leave and they’re not coming back Me no money, heart and wallet both broke Can’t blow it off with another numbing toke Dreams left town, burning desires are covered in frost Had a plan, knew the way, but now it seems to be lost Used to believe tomorrow, or maybe even later on tonight The key would open my lock, smiling as I turned up the light But it never was opened, no one kisses me softly goodnight  Me no money, heart and wallet both broke Can’t blow it off with another numbing toke Dreams left town, burning desires are covered in frost Had a plan, knew the way, but now it seems to be lost Stores depleted, counting the days till everything is gone Feeling defeated ,eyes shut  I cringe at another lonely dawn She is air, she is warmth and cooling at the very same time I touch her hair, my worst pain one touch from her I feel sublime Me no money, heart and wallet both broke Can’t blow it off with another numbing toke Dreams left town, burning desires are covered in frost Had a plan, knew the way, but now it seems to be lost Kiss my nose, look in my eyes say babe relax it’s alright My sweet Rose, come and heal me, rescue me tonight Captivate, redirect my foolish mind babe set me straight Rejuvenate , damn this drudgery pick me from ashes, elevate Find me, don’t let me stay lost Babe, guide me to your arms, don’t let me stay lost Tim Windisch 07 08 2024