MidiMike

A Simple Gift

I see you are disappointed by the answers

But it’s really the questions that you ask.

Critical of the way things look

Yet you will never remove your mask.

So what if you keep painting masterpieces

Clearly no one else will ever see?

Surrounding yourself with splendor

Makes you lazy and rarely sets you free.

So let me leave you with this;

It is but a simple gift.

Friendship is the only thing

That can reach across the rift.

Soon you may face the edge;

One you cannot cross or could not see.

Only friends will tell you when to jump

Or when to just let it be.

From nowhere you are puzzled by a memory

So clear you question who you are.

You have heard it a million times before:

You are the center of a fallen star.

Soon you may face the edge;

One you cannot cross or could not see.

Only friends will tell you when to jump

Or when to just let it be.

So let me leave you with this;

It is but a simple gift.

Friendship is the only thing

That can reach across the rift.

Image — Posted: December 11, 2018 in Poetry
Tags: #answer, #friendship, #personal, #perspective, #questions, poetry, trust

Where those in power commit as many crimes in the name of faith as the poor in the name of survival. The powerful might be among the poor in church but they don’t cross paths in the prisons or become enslaved in debt.

It is difficult to live in a world

Built on privilege and inherited blessings that can last through the ages. Maybe at some point your ancestors did something right and earned – or stole – the fortunes you rely on. It is frightening to think how that power can be wielded with malice. If absolute power corrupts absolutely, imagine the impact of guaranteed absolute power your entire life.

It is difficult to live in a world

That allows greed and profit to drive one amazing creature after the other to extinction. Not so far away now there is a real possibility we will create mankind’s own doom. Weapons are easily financed. The world quickly filled with needy and desperate people living in cities of ash and poisoned air, but we will be the rulers of it all.

It is difficult to live in a world

You can only survive by closing your eyes and pretending ignorance is bliss. Knowledge is spreading and more accessible but even at this rate there is no way to keep up with propaganda, lies and distortions manufactured so easily today. Trust no one. Believe no one. Agree with no one. The powerful have won again, and will be rulers of it all.

Image — Posted: November 27, 2018 in Opinions and Observations
Tags: #family, #money, #politics, #questions, #writing, church, extinction, faith, fortune, poverty, weapons

“The Weapons We Wield”

Let’s say it like it really is.

We use so many words that hide what they are.

Wherever there is an imbalance

And desires are raised beyond reason.

We make everything sound fine.

Truth is where we look it’s not very pretty.

What appears to be the best things in life

Turns against us when we need it the most.

Guns, lies, love, faith, kindness and truth.

They are all weapons in the wrong hands.

Call them what you will but don’t turn your back:

They are all weapons in the wrong hands.

Guns have no power to do harm.

Before adoration or anger picks one up.

The empty lies should have no meaning

Until they come from someone we trust.

There’s nothing we won’t do for love.

No end to the crimes committed in blinding faith.

Murder is no more than taking a life

Unless it hides behind kindness and truth.

Guns, lies, love, faith, kindness and truth.

They are all weapons in the wrong hands.

Call them what you will but don’t turn your back:

They are all weapons in the wrong hands.

Image — Posted: November 19, 2018 in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tags: #questions, faith, love, poetry, reason, relationships, truth, weapons, writing

The Answer

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Intelligence is not the answer,

Though wisdom certainly is.

I might be waiting for the cows to come home

But I don’t have time for this.

It doesn’t take a genius to know,

Facts are the same for everyone.

That doesn’t mean it’s all black and white

Or can be changed with a gun.

It’s often a matter of perspective.

And that makes it hard to understand.

Why someone turns grey into black or white

Without experiences of the other man.

If you have been supported by faith

Then religion can be your guiding hand.

Survive Jihads, Inquisitions and pedophile priests

You might begin to feel nothing but hate.

The police are always there to serve,

And get you home safe at night.

In my neighborhood it ain’t like that at all

So it’s safer to take your chances and run.

Intelligence is not the answer,

Though wisdom certainly is.

I might be waiting for the cows to come home

But I don’t have time for this.

All the experts seem so smart,

Until you hear from the others.

Sooner or later we have to realize

It’s time to stop killing our brothers.

Smart people become rich people,

Their answers bring cash and fame.

The poorest will always be poor; just look at them.

There’s no one else to blame.

Image — Posted: November 12, 2018 in Poetry
Tags: #blog, #brother, #conversation, #creativity, #family, #friends, #inspiration, #life, #opinion, #people, #personal, #poetry, #politics, #question, #questions, #truth, #writing, Art, pictures

“On the Verge of Tears”

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Happy as a clam but on the verge of tears.

Thought I would be there but wasted the years.

It’s not just a matter of confronting your fears

It’s looking like a fool in front of your peers.

Quiet as a mouse is not sneaking around.

Are you still there if you don’t make a sound?

No breathing. No movement, ffrrooo__zen: never found.

God Damn Innocence can’t be sold by the pound.

So where are we now?

Still in control?

Is there really enough money

To buy your soul?

So where are we now?

Still in control somehow?

It seems a little bit funny

That no one knows how.

Hungry as a bear brought to the verge of tears

Reflections in ice from thousands of years.

Helpless Hopeless Drowning in fears

Watch as the suffering spreads to your peers.

So where are they now?

Still in control?

Is there really enough money

To buy their soul?

Sometimes circles don’t go ‘round and ‘round.

Often; It’s the colors that make a sound.

Who suffers? Paid Players, Cho__zen: lost not found.

Everything in life can be bought by the pound.

Everything alive can be bought by the pound.

Image — Posted: November 5, 2018 in Poetry
Tags: #inspiration, #life, #opinion, #personal, #poetry, #question, #questions, #truth, #writing

Happy Halloween

Some of my recent pictures from Spring Grove Cemetery: Enjoy!

Image — Posted: October 31, 2018 in Holiday
Tags: #blog, #Halloween, #life, #personal, #photography, #travel, Art, Camera, Cemetery, Fall colors, pictures, Tombstones

“What Will We Be Like?”

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Wise as an owl

And sly as a fox.

Hungry as a bear

Majestic as a whale

Strong as an ox

Hung like a horse.

Fast as a cheetah

And quiet as a mouse……..

What will we be like

When none of them are around?

Loyal as a dog

But finicky like a cat.

Soaring like an eagle

And happy as a clam.

Nutty as a squirrel

Still playin’ possum

Silent like a snake

Climb like a goat

And sing like a bird.

What will we be like

When none of them are around?

Tall as a tree

Bright as a star

Deep as the ocean

And flow like the river.

Whisper like the wind

And sing like a bird.

What will we be like?

What will we be like ?

When none of them are alive?

Image — Posted: October 29, 2018 in Poetry
Tags: #blog, #conversation, #inspiration, #life, #opinion, #people, #personal, #photography, #poetry, #question, #questions, #science, #truth, #writing

Deep Inside

This song has taken a while to finalize the arrangement. It is only part of the song it started out as. Diced, sliced, edited and rewritten, I hope this first mix sounds like it belongs! Sometimes you are guided.

I will play other sections in the future.

Please enjoy “Deep Inside”

Deep Inside me, Deep inside the eye of the storm

Deep Inside you. Deep Inside the eye of the storm.

Deep Inside me, Deep Inside.

Sometimes you are guided

And sometimes you are not.

The road is long; it never ends

No matter what you thought.

The place you are standing

Was never meant to be.

Lost when your memories

Created what you see.

Pound after pound

Life gets laid upon you hard.

Sound after sound

As the dealer plays his cards.

Sometimes you are guided

And sometimes you are not.

The road is long; it never ends

No matter what you thought.

Deep Inside me, Deep Inside the eye of the storm

Deep Inside you. Deep Inside.

Image — Posted: October 8, 2018 in My Tunes
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For This

She looks so happy

From the outside, many of us do.

Sure and in control

Man, I wish that were true.

For every question

So sure we have all the answers.

Act as if we’re immune

To weakness, disease and cancers.

He stands there so calm.

No sign that he’s ready to explode.

Sleeves rolled up: digs in

This close to just running down the road.

There is no training for this.

Won’t find it on utube or Internet search.

There is no training for this.

No help from lawyers, police or church.

For every question

So sure we have all the answers.

Talk as if we’re not human

Just crazy, drugged up dancers.

Image — Posted: October 1, 2018 in Poetry
Tags: #conversation, #creativity, #friends, #inspiration, #life, #notes, #opinion, #people, #personal, #photography, #poetry, #politics, #question, #truth, #work, #writing

You Gotta Dress Right

Posted: September 24, 2018 in Poetry
Tags: #inspiration, #life, #opinion, #personal, #poetry, #questions, #truth, #work, #writing

Faded jeans and worn-out shoes

You gotta dress right when you sing the Blues.

Down trodden with a broken heart

Don’t even try unless you look the part.

You Gotta Dress Right

Gotta-haves that go on forever.

You Gotta Dress Right

Come in every size, shape and flavor.

You Gotta Dress Right

No place for losers kid; be all you can be.

You Gotta Dress Right

If you want to sing the Blues like me.

Million dollar suit and ties

On thousands of rehearsed handshakes and smiles.

Each one willing to beat the rest

No excuses, no failure: this is no test.

You Gotta Dress Right

Gotta-haves that go on forever

You Gotta Dress Right

Come in every size, shape and flavor.

You Gotta Dress Right

No place for losers kid; be all you can be

You Gotta Dress Right

If you want to sing the Blues like me.

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Deep Inside

A Simple Gift

Rulers of it All

“The Weapons We Wield”

The Answer

“On the Verge of Tears”

Happy Halloween

“What Will We Be Like?”

Deep Inside

For This

You Gotta Dress Right

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