Posts Tagged ‘#personal’

You want us to play
But the game’s no fun.
Nowhere, no way
No how.

It’s not the lesser
Of two evils:
It is neither,
Neither, none.

Of the few choices
It certainly ain’t
This, that
These or those.

Sleeping with the bears
Or with tigers
Eenie, meanie,
Miney mo.

You spoke, but no one listened
Do you still have a voice?
The garbage is made to glisten
It’s Still Your Choice.

You are the many with nothing
Why don’t you all rejoice?
The powerful know you are bluffing
And it’s Still Your Choice.

They know its money,
Not skills we lack.
One step forward:
Two steps back.

Lie to your face,
And stab you in defense.
It’s all the same
Difference.

Six feet under
No more in the cup.
Dig a ditch.
Now, fill it up.

You spoke, but no one listened
Why don’t you all rejoice?
You are the many with nothing
Have you lost your voice?

At times I think I am a bit OCD, but it is probably just an organizational fixation I have developed. Mostly because I walk throughout the house without lights on all the time. If something is out of place I can find myself stumbling to the floor. Mistakes are made, wonders go unobserved, people search for the wrong thing. It’s easy to do.

Every decade or so I think I have written the best song I will ever write. Then I get older and write another. That is how I feel about Enemies in Your Head. It is a simple, powerful, emotional and deeply moving piece for me. I recorded the song with a piano, bass guitar and one vocal track. A capsule of desperation and futility. No end in sight. Often the price is paid, though there is no reward.

Climate change, criminal behavior, profit seeking leaches.

I will be 70 years old later this year. Not that old but in truth, way older than I thought I would become. I am in fairly good health, with back pain like most men, but otherwise doing well.

But recently I am reminded of old movies or dramas where people are lost in the freezing cold in the middle of nowhere.

They keep walking and walking to get to a place of safety and warmth. Nothing in sight, they keep walking, knowing if they stop to rest, they will cool down dramatically. The movies warn about not moving and if you sit too long you will just fall asleep and never wake up.
A bit too dramatic, but every so often I JUST WANT TO SIT DOWN FOR A WHILE.

Knowing one day I might not ever get back up is actually a comforting thought at times. Tired all the time with so much that still needs to be done. Everything is sore. Little things are difficult now. Friends and family are farther and fewer.

One of these days or nights I will just want to sit down for a while. Close my eyes and rest for a minute or two.

MIDIMike

A cute association I made when it looked like I was finally going to get a divorce last year. This song blends ideas over a number of years as many of my lyrics tend to do. Screaming over nothing. Saying stuff she knows isn’t true. But the reflections of a love that got away was from a past relationship decades ago. What are your Eight Letters?
I love you
I am sorry
A B C D E F G A

Take Away One
The song has already begun.
Look at the possibilities
And Take Away One

Take Away One
Makes it more difficult to run.
Everything used to be a breeze
‘til you Take Away One

Take Away One
It’s now someone else’s problem.
All dressed up and eager to explain
Then they Take Away One

Take Away One
Not enough shade from the sun.
Finally only one will remain
Until they Take Away One

Take Away One
Take One Away.
Soon they take another one away.
Take Away One
Take One Away
Now there’s no more to take away.

Pretty obvious theme here! Self-restraint has a long learning curve.

As with many authors, I often write about my personal experiences. For some, peace is not something to be attained but avoided. Quiet leads to suspicion and tension. Better to whip up some good old fashioned drama that helps you feel excited and important. In the center of the storm you can’t feel the winds ripping the rest of the world apart. This is what makes you happy, but there is only room for one.