This poem is a strange look at a relationship where everything fits. For those relationships where you don’t have to have anything special planned. You don’t need movies or fancy dinners.
So there is a long list that grows of things you enjoy doing together. But the top of the list is doing any of them or none at all…….. with you.
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Another real-life drama turned into poetry and a blues ballad. I usually see the humor and satire in a situation, if any exists. I can understand someone wanting to leave me, but it is a LOT easier to understand why they would want to take my stereo! Time to realize the mistake and cut my losses as soon as possible.
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I really like the opening verse on this one. I love stuffing rapid-fire-sound-bites with a rhythmic feel inside a clever rhyme. The rest is an over-simplified summary of what life must be like for a rich, spoiled kid. You are always dripping with the attitude that you EARNED the beauty that has paid for your lifestyle.
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Me pouting again about the music industry of late. The first verse refers to tinnitus. Another aspect of life as a musician. There are skills and crafts needed to write great songs. Today – most just push a button.
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This looks like a challenge in rhyme schemes! Short descriptions and observations from day to day. A good look at where I used to be. It is the silence that destroys. This might become a song this year. I like a number of the topics and the meter helps keep the lyrics moving smoothly.
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This was a collaboration project. A fellow musician wanted lyrics for a slow piano ballad piece he was working on. So I wrote a love story from a mid-life perspective. Simple themes: Heart, wife, children and home. I don’t want to go to sleep if you will not be there when I wake.
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I am a step-father, as well as having my own biological units to claim. My father left when I was young. My step daughter had a similar experience, as do millions of children. I tried to sum up those feelings for all of us.
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As a younger person I compared the ideas of being stuck in a loop or spinning in a spiral. We see repeated patterns as we age. Thoughts of giving up are dangerous if you think nothing changes and you aren’t getting anywhere. But we are always moving, and the more we steer ourselves, the more effect it has on where we end up. Each turn of the spiral is another chance.
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Frankly I forgot about this one. I like the chorus. There are some good phrases and concepts here. I understand why it never became a song. Maybe I will get it back out and use some of it for a song in the next decade or so.
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A lyrical mirage in a number of ways. As I get older, my dependence on force of habit to get me thought most actions and projects is starting to show its weakness. Simple routines are no interrupted by a ‘memory misdirect’. I am thinking about picking up my tea cup, but instead I pick up the jar of honey next to it. I started calling these events ‘miss-fires’. They are harmless now, but I imagine it could wind up serious one day.
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