Chosen Minds…

All the cabinet is picked
The heads are looking complete
Now, the show will soon start
We’ll see them on their feet.

Are their hearts sincere?
Is character part of their name?
We need a new ethics,
We can’t play the same ol’ game.

They are all so bright…
They are to be the best
Were there reasons not known
They were chosen over the rest?

Time runs a tough command.
Time shows the real one soon.
I figure that we should know,
Somewhere around next June.

Oh, I have hopes of change.
I want peace to be a part.
I want greed and power lost.
I want care that isn’t bought.

There’s something about service
I think its been forgotten.
Anyway, the service we’ve been gettin’
Has certainly been rotten.

So, let’s watch these chosen minds
Let’s hope that he has it right.
Let’s hope he doesn’t owe the owl,
That hoots in the moonless night.

CAWatson12/29/2008

Old Wondrous Blue

Talk to me old wondrous blue,
Tell me why I’m in love with you.
Sing me stories of long ago,
Show me where I need to go.

Take my hand and lead the way.
Save the heartaches for another day.
All are blossoms of sweetened pink
While the world is on the brink.

Learn the lessons the ancients tell,
How greed and corruption made them fail.
See the starlight of hopeful dreams
Turn your back on needless schemes.

Wanderers wander through the night,
Governments squander with their might.
Poor man tries to stand up tall,
Helps his brother through it all.

Which is learning how to care?
Which is teaching  to beware?
In the dark we huddle tight,
Waiting for the hope of light.

The talk of change in on the dew,
While hunger pangs continue true.
Where’s the hand to take ahold?
Before the world is bought and sold.

CAW12/20/2008

Cloudy Hills

Shadows form as the moon shines bright.
Lovers argue in the night.
Stories fade and stories grow.
Judgment’s calling at the door.

Children learn to be discrete.
Learn to tip toe on little feet.
All is not as it should be.
Where’s the laughter and giggles of glee?

Feelings felt that we shouldn’t feel.
Under the table – it’s a quiet, done deal.
Money talks and takes the ring.
Little voices no longer sing.

Government slams a powerful fist.
Must conform to stay off the list.
Material “gain” is in the mind.
Truthful friends are hard to find.

Through the haze a calmness lays.
A peaceful heart can change the ways.
Not all is dark on cloudy hills,
For someone is showing how it feels.

Relax, turn to another and smile.
This is the warmth that lasts awhile.
Deep inside a wanted dream.
Stitching together the damaged seam.

CAWatson Dec 13, 2008

The Shoe

There’s an old well out in western Kansas
Down in it floats a little shoe.
It was thrown in there, once, by a little girl,
It was thrown in, when it was almost new.

Now, the little girl didn’t like them,
The shoes, her mother bought in the store.
The little girl wanted the shiny, patent leather ones,
Her mother said, “They’re no play shoes for a girl of four.”

The little girl detested the new ones,
They looked like boy shoes in some sort of way.
She decided she wasn’t going to wear them,
She decided it solemnly, that day.

She couldn’t disobey her mother,
But, if it merely fell inside the well,
The old well wasn’t used by anyone,
It sounded deep when her shoe fell and fell.

There was a compromise on her next shoes,
But, no patent leather was on the list,
She merely felt quite relieved, and lucky,
That her father didn’t even shake his fist.

CAWatson12/2008

Bird Feeding…

In the early morning hours
When the sun has started to shine,
The birds start coming to my deck,
They’ve become friends of mine.

They don’t bother in the summer,
They are up north, I suppose.
I don’t see them until the wind,
Makes a cherry of my nose.

Then, the little Titmouse comes chirping,
He’s the bravest of the brood.
The yellow Finches are right behind him,
They’re always in a skittery mood.

A Downey woodpecker sometimes flies in.
The old Blue Jay was eating millet, today.
I have to watch out for the squirrels,
Cause, they’d eat it all away.

The winter winds are sometimes harsh,
The birds have it tough, whenever it gales,
I think I’ll build them a small shelter,
I’ve got some old boards and nails.

Then, I think of the little children,
That need a roof over their head, too.
I think I’ll go donate some food and toys,
As soon as my bird feedings through.

CAWatson12/05/2008

Change…

Don’t have to bend to the whip,
The master’s now long gone.
Justice finally sailed in to prevail,
There’s a change in that old favorite song.

Yeah, we need to take this change.
We need to feel it in our bones.
It’s got to come from within,
We’ve got to build those positive unknowns.

We are each part of the faith,
We are each part of the deal.
It’s our government to run,
It should depend on how we feel.

So, let’s take this change solid.
Let’s hold it strong unto our heart,
For this change is about the future,
It’s time to start being a part.

We’ve set back and let it happen.
We’ve watched and wondered why.
Now, it’s time to have truth on the table,
It’s time to not let it slip by.

The time of change is upon us,
Let’s take transparency with fast stride.
Let’s become the Constitutional greatness,
That fills our souls with  pride.

You’ve got it, brother and sister,
You’ve got the strength to pull it through.
We are gonna have to be Big Momma,
We need to make the big boys be true.

We’ve gotta start having polls on the issues,
We’ve gotta start knowing what it’s about.
We’ve gotta tell them what we want,
Before the system takes freedom out.

So, stand up and know your choices,
Write to the leaders of the day.
See the changes that are coming,
Let’s do it in a peaceful way…

CAWatson12/05/2008

Inside

There’s a golden place  inside of me,
A place that’s comfy, as it can be.
It’s warm and cozy with flickering light,
From candles burning in the night.

It smells of ocean, with mist of blue,
It smells of linens, it smells of you.
I feel its comfort, then see the way,
I know its peace, that creates the day.

There is no turmoil that can rile in calm,
There is no calm, that can do one harm.
The gift is given, always ready to flow,
We are the keepers of our own closed door.

Swirl me in translucent, fractured, dreams.
That show life’s conflicts, in saddened themes.
Let me know the tears, of long lost love,
Let me lift up others, to a thought above.

There is self made time, to dance and sing,
There are untold marvels, for all to bring.
When our heart is laden, full of truth,
Life’s wonders will contently, revive our youth.

CAWatson