Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

I long to feel weight on my shoulders
To wake in another day.
Dark clouds would be a blessing
To breathe air we didn’t make.

Haunted by dreams within other dreams
Tell myself again I’m not alone.
Every move must be planned
So there’s a chance of going home.

I know things will be difficult.
We are guided by different moons now.
The days are so long under dark skies
We are guided by different moons now.

Hours apart have turned to weeks
Trying to remember your voice.
Thoughts can be felt in an instant
You will always be my choice.

I know things will be difficult.
We are guided by different moons now.
The days are so long under dark skies
We are guided by different moons now.

This truth we’ve all known since the day we opened our eyes.
Nothing lives longer than lies.
Buried in facts we are told only a fool ever tries.
Still waiting for the surprise.

Somehow we put a price on the amount of hate.
Packaging love in a crate.
Out of my hands, everything has been left to fate.
Medicine is out of date.

Nothing Lives Longer Than Lies
So be careful what you say.
Nothing Lives Longer Than Lies
When you look the other way.

Strength is too often something others shove down our throat.
Weakness displayed by each vote.
Tossed out in the middle of winter without a coat.
Who knows if we can float?

Nothing shouts confidence like a man waiting to fail.
Spending time chasing his tail.
Promising everything’s good cause the check’s in the mail.
Picks up the finishing nail.

Nothing Lives Longer Than Lies
So be careful what you say.
Nothing Lives Longer Than Lies
When you look the other way.

Doesn’t matter if you are a scholar or a monk,
Rule number one: don’t say it when you’re drunk.
It’s not like you are on a planet saving mission
This is not rocket science, its simple division.

What is running through your head right now
Might seem universally important somehow.
But if you open up with one more rant
Your life will become a little discordant.

You worked real hard and have it all figured out
Only to find that’s not what it was about.
Knowing the secret doesn’t make you a king
As soon as you speak you have lost everything.

My frame of mind should have left me behind.
You always know how I feel about you.
Caught in a tsunami with no higher ground
Can’t imagine my life without you
Around.

So many things turned and twisted the wrong way.
Meet me in the middle and I will hold you all the way.
Feelings are like dreams that either fade at first light
Or scream like the devil beyond the night.

My frame of mind should have left me behind.
You always know how I feel about you.
Caught in a tsunami with no higher ground
Can’t imagine my life without you
Around.

I found a drawer full of lost keys.
So many things worth locking away;
All forgotten.

Each one closely holding memories.
Some were tarnished and worn thin;
Some wrapped in cotton.

And if it is the right key
I will hear the greatest song.
And if it is the lost key
I will try to play along.

There were more than I could easily count.
And I knew some of them must be mine;
Saving things.

Connected to lock or door not found.
Left to remind me of other days;
The bell rings.

And if it sings in the right key
I will hear the greatest song.
And if it is the lost key
I will try to play along.

I hold some in my hand for hours.
Much more than time has drifted by;
Unrecovered.

I remember a field covered in flowers.
But I know I’ve never been there;
Undiscovered.

You don’t have to have money.
You don’t have to have fun.
Don’t even have to apologize
To anyone.

It’s not like it was funny.
You just didn’t think to laugh.
Never got the punch line
‘Til you were broken in half.

Screaming for what you could have had.
Or crying for what you’ve lost?
Holding yourself responsible
Crushed by unbearable cost.

You want to yell “that’s a lie”,
When you realize all of its true.
Like you’re watching a documentary
Made specifically about you.

Saying it’s impossible
Won’t make it go away.
The enemies in your head
Weren’t born yesterday.

The enemies in your head
Weren’t defeated yesterday.
The battle goes on forever
Or so the minstrels say.
Knowing you could lose tomorrow
Or the morning soon after.
This evening could all your dreams
Become nightmares of laughter.

The enemies in your head
Weren’t defeated yesterday.
Each morning you rise again
Seeing no other way.

The faith I have keeps falling apart
The pain we share I will turn into art.
Every day is difficult from the start
Feelings neglected soon buried in the heart.

People are struggling but we’re doing fine.
In our million dollar mansions

Drinking imported wine.
People keep struggling but we’re doing fine.

Can’t remember the last free moment
No crisis, no chore, no one to comment.
Starting from this path no choice would be different
All my efforts dreams and cries so easily misspent

People are starving but we’re doing fine.
It’s the way it is and has always been, 

So many suffer at Christmas Time.
People keep starving but we’re doing fine.

Help who you can but so many in need
While men trample where you plant your seed.
To pay for survival you sacrifice and bleed
Only to smother from the consolidation of greed.

People are dying but we’re doing fine.
But the uneducated and the lazy, 

They are ruining my Christmas Time.
People keep dying but we’re doing fine.

The faith I have keeps falling apart
The pain we share I will turn into art.
Every day is difficult from the start
Feelings neglected soon buried in the heart.

I love to cook and have all the gadgets
Spices and fresh foods from famous markets
Artisan breads and cheeses and finest creams
A few rare herbs and aged meats.

Tempted by smells slowly drifting my way
Each ingredient calls for its place on the plate
Planning, preparation and a little luck
A masterpiece awaits each of us.

My wife looks up and tells me again
“Nobody cares, so stop your bitchin’”.
But it’s really hard to be a good chef
Life sucks when you hate your kitchen.

The room glistens with silver, copper and glass
I can sift and bake to my heart’s content
Razor sharp cutting knives dazzle in the light
A measuring cup or spoon for everything

But there’s no place to stand
And no place to clean
Nowhere to put things
If you see what I mean.
Even working by myself
It’s too crowded to move
The shelves are so tall
Like they have something to prove.

My wife looks up and tells me again
“Nobody cares, so stop your bitchin’”.
But it’s really hard to be a good chef
Life sucks when you hate your kitchen.

When you think you are making the right decision
Everybody you connect with is on your side.
Well, buckle up your seat belt and hold onto your cap
You don’t know it, but you just walked into a trap.

It seems like you are making your own choices
Everything is going down just like you planned.
Suddenly you hear a loud and powerful snap
Now you know it, but you just walked into a trap.

A trap you can’t get out of
A trap you couldn’t see
A trap of your own making
Trapped for eternity.

Still struggling and squirming trying to believe
Yellin’ ‘I don’t understand’, makes you look like a fool.
All bundled up nice with a box with and pretty wrap
However you say it, you’re stuck in a trap.

Lashing out at anyone that comes even close.
You keep pushing yourself further and further away.
The box is smashed and you’re hanging from a strap
However you play it, you’re stuck in a trap.

A trap of your own making  

Trapped for eternity. 

I hate to throw all this morbidity stuff at you but it is a subject at hand. Physically I am fine, yet I grow older and watch my friends and family members get sick, or die.

In some ways it is a burden taking care of your health – eating well – exercising – meditation and the rest. Not for the effort it requires – BECAUSE IT REQUIRES A LOT OF EFFORT!!!! But you will inevitably see many of your friends and loved ones not make it to the same finish line. Sometimes the monotony alone is daunting after y e a r s and Y E A R S.

We all know we will die. My songs have reflected this for over 40 years. I think the earlier we realize the truth in this and treat our friends and family (and all humanity) with that simple understanding it will change our perspective in life. One unexpected generous comment or gesture from a stranger can spin positive echoes throughout decades. Hate works up-hill. Generosity works down. Sorry, I am out of wine.

Here is a song I wrote tonight. As a summary, I am an athiest. OK Hold On. I was ready to post my song but when I type in the word athiest —————- It highlights the word as if it is misspelled! I tried it twice thinking I mistyped the word. WTF. Google athiest and you get the definition of the word and other links….. https://www.google.com/search?q=atheist&rlz=1C1CHBF_enUS927US927&oq=athiest&aqs=chrome.1.69i57j0i10i433j0i10j0i10i433l4j46i10j0i10l2.4531j0j7&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8

So, athiest is not a word in Word Press. I am sure this is a pretty standard method of suppression. We are many but have no voice. #athiestisaword

But, I digress. Here are lyrics for “Pray for ME” If you are just tuning in to this blog my name is Michael. My wife’s name is Ellen. Most of my songs are by ME. Mike and Ellen.

Pray For ME

I value your friendship
More than life itself.
You put pride and decency
Before anything else.

Laughing like hyenas
When no one else gets the joke.
Always high on the real thing
When fools kept talking coke.

What will you do when I am gone?
I hope you will be singing our favorite song.
Stay as long as you want, say what you want to say
But I’m asking you not to pray.

It’s the irony in things
Only you could see.
If one of us has to go first
I hope to whatever god it’s me.

There is value in hope
Struggles through each day.
But there is nothing you can do
To make this go away.

What will you do when I am gone?
I hope you will sing our favorite song.
Stay as long as you want, say what you want to say
But I’m asking you not to pray.

Love’s not an easy thing
Time to Let You Go.
Understand that I love you
More than you’ll ever know.

Today you managed
Tomorrow you’ll fail
Each loss another fragment forever pushed aside.
The day after becomes
A monotonous stream
Each day is just like the last just a bit more purified.

Sometimes it’s easy
Falling off a log
Then all confidence disappears and your unable to move.
I know I don’t know
Is somebody watching?
Surrounded by a quicksand of doubt and nothing to prove.

When everything disappears
Even sacred memories hide underground.
Lost, frozen in a searing panic
Where Simple Things can’t be found.

This is the last time
As much as the first
Open or close your eyes but the vision is the same.
It’s only in my head
It’s only in my head
I love you like a brother but won’t remember your name.

When everything disappears
Even sacred memories hide underground.
Lost, frozen in a searing panic
Where Simple Things can’t be found.