Poetry by Tim Windisch

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