Another early poem turned into song that I thought was my best work. On the brink of ending a loving relationship, knowing tomorrow would begin a fight without end…… Impossible to understand while it is happening, and too painful to see the end.
You can wish upon a star or pray to the moon, but nothing will ever change and the moon just stares back at you. Uncaring. Unchanging.
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Another tangled tale of experiences. No matter how strong you are, how vigilant you are, there will be a time where you will not be ready; not aware. You can be right a million times – but the odds then become a million-to-one. And you lose.
But when we fail, we get lost inside our own fear and doubt. The things you count on every day to get you through to the next are no longer there. Simple Things.
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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.
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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.
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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
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.
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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.
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Here is my realization that my relationship with my wife was over. Even if you are faced with decisions that are no more than the lesser of two evils or no good option at all – you are still making decisions and choices. It might look as if that is the way you wanted things. You create your own Trap every time you try to make the best of a bad situation.
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A humorous look at getting older. My memories are stronger than I am anymore. Days blend and interconnect with the numbing routine of daily life.
Energy does not last long and a nap sounds really good right now.
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