Posts Tagged ‘#personal’

As I traditionally do, I would like to share some pictures I took at my favorite cemetery. It might sound an unlikely candidate for seasonal pictures, but Spring Grove Cemetery has a unique and undisturbed setting.

I will post just a few of the pictures from a week ago so I don’t bore you with a bunch. Some of the trees had not yet turned, but others were brilliant. Each year is a bit different and this year the pumpkin orange and deep reds are currently at their peak.

I hope you get out and enjoy what you can of the seasonal changes wherever you are.

MIDIMike

Another set of lyrics that started out more of a poem. Stating the obvious again, it appeared to me many people search for the perfect one overlook the very person they are seeking. Even in 1981 I knew how easy it was to underestimate the importance of relationships and great friends. We will all find out eventually that we were just a bit too late. The commercials of the day are responsible for the rest of the lyrics and I am not sure if they mean anything at all, but I like the idea of a glass of tears.

A combination of being tired of people close to me complaining all the time. Like they have to work so hard to do what everyone else clearly does (without complaining, I might add). The verses are about the mechanics of it: you have to get up. No one will do it for you. It does not come easy. I get teased about everything going in my favor or how lucky I am or how amazing it is that things go my way all the time. I prepare. I plan. I gather tools and energy IN CASE an opportunity opens up. When it does I will be ready and start planning for the next opportunity, not knowing what it is. I save. Maintain my tools and equipment. Label files and folders. Back up my drives. To them this is wasting time. OCD. Nerdy. Geek stuff. To all I say again, “the geek shall inherit the Earth”.

From a broken relationship and the ensuing emptiness reflections are not easy. You can’t forget and remembering is overwhelming. A realization that you don’t have to wait, but what you want will easily pass you by. And from that day on you will know your loss. I remember adding the line about the train because our bass player in the Merchants of Death said he really liked to watch trains. So there you go!

I am so thankful that Peter Gabriel lives on our planet. He is a wonderful human being.

I was lucky enough to get an extra ticket to the Chicago show.

And his music is pretty good too!

Wow, this is an old one! As a younger man I am beginning to imagine the life of a musician and entertainer. But my stage is in an empty arena. Family building with no money and less time takes its toll. Spread thin, sacrifices required, you know, the usual stuff kids deal with. Time to redirect and focus my life to move forward. Learn from mistakes and turn painful lessons to good use.

I must have been considering the shock felt by people in a real crisis. Natural and industrial disasters, war, famine, whatever. Those who find themselves in extreme situations have no training to help them face the challenge. Watching on TV we think we know what we would have done better or smarter. I can only hope.

After reaching the summit, so many years of toil,
Is There Nothing More?
Gravitational waves have been solved for decades.
Is There Nothing More?
Each Olympic Athlete fails to break the record.
Is There Nothing More?
Hate becomes the richest being in the universe
Is There Nothing More?

I do what I can though it is not enough.
     Is There Nothing More?
I live among the gentle, but I can be tough.

Is There Nothing More?

All remaining planets have long now gone dead.
Is There Nothing More?
You can’t get an answer to a simple question.
Is There Nothing More?
Promises replaced by vague, alternative facts.
Is There Nothing More?
If once or twice you don’t believe in all the lies
Is There Nothing More?

I did everything you asked me to do
Is There Nothing More?
Ate all the garbage you said was absolutely true.
Is There Nothing More?
Sent you my savings to fight enemies in your head
Is There Nothing More?
Outraged that ‘those criminals’ turned out to be me.

Is There Nothing More?