
Hosted by Tim Windisch · EN

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

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