While not written from personal experience, the tragic loss and seemingly endless rush of memories becomes contagious. Unfortunately, we feel the duty to carry the burden of pain. We collect our own sadness and take it with us wherever we go. Sometimes, it is more painful to let go.
MIDIMike
This is a small collection of ideas, really. Some phrase or thought that I repeated over and over until I could get to a pen and some paper. (Back in the day!). Some of the verses flow and are just fun to say. Observations and my favorite past-time of stating the obvious are scattered here. No real theme that I can remember. Paying it forward. Waiting for a future song.
MIDIMike
Another glimpse of lost love. Or love lost. The one that got away. A constant dilemma: hold them too close and risk pushing them away. Not holding them lets them slip away before you know it. When you were together you knew what tortures you now; you can’t go back.
There is no one else and never will be.
MIDIMike
Shifting to a better job and position I moved to Indiana to supervise late shift at a metal plating and plastic molding company. I moved first and rented a small place for a few months to make sure it was going to work before bringing my first wife out.
Small town.
One stop sign.
No one is in a rush. Worse than ‘island time’. I am so used to doing 10 things at once and find myself in the middle of nowhere doing nothing!
Farmers grow summer crops and often rotate to a winter wheat. Some farmers plant potatoes late in the season. Out there I felt like a Late Potato.
No rush.
I’ve been told I am so lucky
Doesn’t seem that way
From my point of view.
My history with women;
Lost faith in mankind.
Just to name two.
The weight
The mass
The volume
The energy
Whatever you want to call it.
All forces applied can delight or destroy.
The heat
The bond
The tension
The gravity
You take one, you take all of it.
Love’s my precious gift or Nothing but a Toy.
When honesty becomes a plaything
Nothing but a Toy
It’s hard to trust in anything.
Nothing but a Toy
When honesty becomes a plaything
An old worn-out Toy
It’s hard to trust in anything.
I’m your little Toy.
I’ve been told that I am So Lucky
Doesn’t seem that way
From my point of view.
My history with women
And faith in mankind
Just to name one or two.
What is the last thing you learned?
The last thing that I learned is that two male whales have sex with each other in the wild.
What are three objects you couldn’t live without?
Food
Water
Shelter
The classics, lol.
Do you enjoy your job?
I’m retired. I get paid now to do whatever I want. What do you think?
What bores you?
Question prompts like this.
Have you ever broken the law and didn’t get caught, if so how?
Nothing that they can prove, so I’m not talking!
MidiMike 