MidiMike

This is a painful song and poem for me to listen to or read.  My younger brother battled throat cancer and other serious health problems.  After many similar health crisis, he was taken to ICU at our local hospital.  His cancer had eaten most of his throat (he had a feeding tube for a long time) and was ready to cause his main artery to critically tear and rupture.

He was medicated for pain as I told him where he was and what would happen soon; he would most likely not leave this room alive.  It was a moment that will not fade in my memory.  He was such a neat kid.  It got worse from there as they decided to ignore his posted DNR (Do NOT Resuscitate) order.

My father, mother and younger sister died a few years ago. My older sister died last November and my older brother that helped me write songs early in life has had multiple strokes and seizures and is now in an assisted living facility. 

It sucks being the only healthy one.

MIDIMike

An early poem of mine that was turned into a song years later. I was always an introvert, I guess. I often write about being alone or leaving parties or crowds early. And I love to walk!
Talking with kids my age was always difficult as well. Most kids didn’t talk like adults. They had silly conversations and well-rehearsed opinions on everything.
I had to slow down so I didn’t sound like Spock in a Star Trek episode! But what I am really looking for is real.

Even if I never find it.

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The poem started off trying to empathize the world of a great musical mind and astounding talent: Stevie Wonder. I imagine so many words have little to no meaning as a point of reference for visually impaired people. Descriptions can only go so far. But there is power in the human touch. You don’t need to ‘see’ love and caring to know it is there. So much of life can be felt within, but the yearning for what others take for granted probably never goes away.

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I often wonder why most people fail to see the obvious.  Do you really need someone to hit you over the head with one of life’s signs before you ever see one?

Yes.  I know from getting hit a few times.

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I have many thoughts on a Pleasure Tax.  Part of it is the price you pay for having fun or a good meal.  Part is penalty for those that want luxury items.  Part of it is the toil on your body as the good times start to pile up.  We all find out when we get a chance to relax.

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I have always enjoyed walking, hiking and riding my bike.  Often I take a familiar path but I also like to go off trail and explore.  Life is like that.

But the worst thing is to forget which path you are on or where it goes.  You get tangled up in the past and present, left or right, and here or there.  This makes it impossible to return and difficult to find home.

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I was always an awkward kid.  Never grew out of it.  Not much at parties or groups of people.  Learning about yourself from others can be treacherous, so I often trust strangers.  My life has been filled with music and melodies, but the answers are still beyond me.

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A song about the choices we are given in life.  For some, a few keep accelerating, knowing the traffic light is red.  You friendly suggest they should slow down and they treat you like a lunatic.  They make their decisions and choices without regard for the consequences.  They leave it there for someone else to fix or clean up when it is too late for them to stop.  A sure cure for arrogance.

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IF

man truly was made in the image and likeness of god – – – – – we were all doomed from the start.

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Another set of lyrics about my wife’s unpleasant personality traits.  All so well hidden until the closets are full and nowhere to stuff all the garbage.  Eventually it all falls out in the open.  The bitterness remains.

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