It sounds so charming to hear about a love that burns so bright and so hot……
But when that love is gone your fire faces a wall of icy cold that towers above you. A look at the female man-hunter stereotype you would see in old movies and TV shows. Eventually the steam turns into mist and then a thin fog until you eventually see – and feel again. Then you can decide to walk away.
MIDIMike
Lyrically, this might be the best poem I have ever written. It is a love song really about guitar strings. The late Mark Kelsey wrote the music and it fit perfectly. I use stainless steel guitar strings, so that is the core of the theme. I worked at a music store for a number of years and sold an awful lot of instrument strings. There are a lot of good lines in here. BTW, I’m still waiting for you.
MIDIMike
The hour glass just ran empty
We still don’t have a plan.
Every good idea we had
Came from the other clan.
If something is getting you down
Just look it in the eye.
It won’t do you any good though
Some say it’s worth a try.
What you do is Launch It
Launch It as far as it will go.
Pick it up and Launch It
Just another part of the show.
The world has never been fair
To little people like us.
Try to help the man on the street,
And get hit by a bus.
It all adds up to this;
No one knows how it is.
Today will be like tomorrow
If we don’t pay back what we borrow.
MIDIMike
Lyrically, this might be the best poem I have ever written. It is a love song really about guitar strings. The late Mark Kelsey wrote the music and it fit perfectly. I use stainless steel guitar strings, so that is the core of the theme. I worked at a music store for a number of years and sold an awful lot of instrument strings. There are a lot of good lines in here. BTW, I’m still waiting for you.
MIDIMike
The ground beneath me stopped.
A sheer drop, the height I cannot tell.
Not sure if I’m looking in a valley
Or the horizon to the bottom of a well.
Take another small step.
Overstep, and it could be my last.
Suddenly, my feet are under water
The level rising incredibly fast.
Here I am, racing toward a Water Fall
Now it’s carrying me further away.
I hold my breath and enjoy the Water Fall
At this point there is no easier way.
Too late to reverse course.
No panic, but much more than regret.
Funny thing as I got closer to the drop
I was worried about getting wet.
Here I am, racing toward a Water Fall
Now it’s carrying me further away.
I hold my breath and enjoy the Water Fall
At this point there is no other way.
Grab my hand, hold your breath; jump into the Water Fall.
Just reach out, feel alive; we’re close to the Water Fall.
Rain above, pools below; we’re inside the Water Fall.
Grab my hand, hold your breath; jump into the Water Fall.
How do you feel about cold weather?
With my gloves on!
Lyrically, this might be the best poem I have ever written. It is a love song really about guitar strings. The late Mark Kelsey wrote the music and it fit perfectly. I use stainless steel guitar strings, so that is the core of the theme. I worked at a music store for a number of years and sold an awful lot of instrument strings. There are a lot of good lines in here. BTW, I’m still waiting for you.
MIDIMike
This is another poem wrapped around my children. This one from watching my daughter grow up but not quite a teen yet. The joy you get watching your kids learn and grow and be fascinated – and challenged by life. Knowing if this is where it starts, how much more joy there will be in years to come. So I value these times all the more.
Memories of putting a tired child to bed at night as they might cry themselves to sleep. How they know more than they possibly could, sometimes. And still so thrilled at the simplest things you show them.
MIDIMike
What do you do to be involved in the community?
Not enough.
I think about it.
I plan to.
I want to
I don’t.
I am not sure what the ‘Trinkets” I am referring to in this song are, but what we see in people is not always there. Men want to be tough and independent, but inside wish for an opportunity to show the concern and interest to help those close to us. Where I see someone acting like a saint, others see an edgy, abrasive person. They can both be true.
MIDIMike
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