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

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

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

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.

MIDIMike

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.

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