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The definition of ‘woke’
Posted: April 13, 2025 in Opinions and Observations, Question of the WeekTags: #America, #athiestisaword, #conversation, #democracy, #faithinhumanity, #fakenews, #hypocrite, #independentvoters, #michaelskennedy, #midimike.com, #opinion, #political, #politicalagenda, #politicaldivision, #politicsinamerica, #prayer, #questions, #religioninpolitics, #singersongwriter, advice, athiests, choice, faith, god, religion
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Magic Potions
Posted: April 5, 2021 in My Tunes, Opinions and Observations, PoetryTags: #god, #life, #lyrics, #magic, #michaelskennedy, #midimike, #midimike.com, #paradise, #poem, #poetry, #questioneverything, #questions, #religion, #salvation, #songwriter, poem, poet, salvation
Yesterday I overheard a conversation
Between your god and mine.
He said, “I’m not sure where you are going with this,
But I like your design”.
She must have thought that was pretty funny
Cause this was her reply:
“Can’t imagine letting them last forever
So they all had to die”.
“Is that why you closed the gates to Paradise,
To test their devotion”?
“Not at all. Just replaced Salvation with
Worthless Magic Potions”.
Magic Potions became the prize
Magic Potions kept by the wise
Magic Potions from broken math
Magic Potions choosing the path
This went on and on for a very long time.
Quizzing one another.
I just couldn’t help thinking, “what do you expect…..
From sister and brother”?
Magic Potions became the prize
Magic Potions Kept by the wise
Magic Potions from broken math
Magic Potions choosing the path
Yesterday I overheard a conversation
Between your god and mine.
SHe said, “I’m not sure where you are going with this
But it’s better than mine”.
A Simple Gift
Posted: December 11, 2018 in PoetryTags: #answer, #friendship, #personal, #perspective, #questions, poetry, trust
I see you are disappointed by the answers
But it’s really the questions that you ask.
Critical of the way things look
Yet you will never remove your mask.
So what if you keep painting masterpieces
Clearly no one else will ever see?
Surrounding yourself with splendor
Makes you lazy and rarely sets you free.
So let me leave you with this;
It is but a simple gift.
Friendship is the only thing
That can reach across the rift.
Soon you may face the edge;
One you cannot cross or could not see.
Only friends will tell you when to jump
Or when to just let it be.
From nowhere you are puzzled by a memory
So clear you question who you are.
You have heard it a million times before:
You are the center of a fallen star.
Soon you may face the edge;
One you cannot cross or could not see.
Only friends will tell you when to jump
Or when to just let it be.
So let me leave you with this;
It is but a simple gift.
Friendship is the only thing
That can reach across the rift.
Rulers of it All
Posted: November 27, 2018 in Opinions and ObservationsTags: #family, #money, #politics, #questions, #writing, church, extinction, faith, fortune, poverty, weapons
© MSK 11/27/2018
It is difficult to live in a world
Where those in power commit as many crimes in the name of faith as the poor in the name of survival. The powerful might be among the poor in church but they don’t cross paths in the prisons or become enslaved in debt.
It is difficult to live in a world
Built on privilege and inherited blessings that can last through the ages. Maybe at some point your ancestors did something right and earned – or stole – the fortunes you rely on. It is frightening to think how that power can be wielded with malice. If absolute power corrupts absolutely, imagine the impact of guaranteed absolute power your entire life.
It is difficult to live in a world
That allows greed and profit to drive one amazing creature after the other to extinction. Not so far away now there is a real possibility we will create mankind’s own doom. Weapons are easily financed. The world quickly filled with needy and desperate people living in cities of ash and poisoned air, but we will be the rulers of it all.
It is difficult to live in a world
You can only survive by closing your eyes and pretending ignorance is bliss. Knowledge is spreading and more accessible but even at this rate there is no way to keep up with propaganda, lies and distortions manufactured so easily today. Trust no one. Believe no one. Agree with no one. The powerful have won again, and will be rulers of it all.
“The Weapons We Wield”
Posted: November 19, 2018 in Poetry, UncategorizedTags: #questions, faith, love, poetry, reason, relationships, truth, weapons, writing
© MSK 11-15-18
Let’s say it like it really is.
We use so many words that hide what they are.
Wherever there is an imbalance
And desires are raised beyond reason.
We make everything sound fine.
Truth is where we look it’s not very pretty.
What appears to be the best things in life
Turns against us when we need it the most.
Guns, lies, love, faith, kindness and truth.
They are all weapons in the wrong hands.
Call them what you will but don’t turn your back:
They are all weapons in the wrong hands.
Guns have no power to do harm.
Before adoration or anger picks one up.
The empty lies should have no meaning
Until they come from someone we trust.
There’s nothing we won’t do for love.
No end to the crimes committed in blinding faith.
Murder is no more than taking a life
Unless it hides behind kindness and truth.
Guns, lies, love, faith, kindness and truth.
They are all weapons in the wrong hands.
Call them what you will but don’t turn your back:
They are all weapons in the wrong hands.
The Answer
Posted: November 12, 2018 in PoetryTags: #blog, #brother, #conversation, #creativity, #family, #friends, #inspiration, #life, #opinion, #people, #personal, #poetry, #politics, #question, #questions, #truth, #writing, Art, pictures
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(C) MSK 11-8-2018
Intelligence is not the answer,
Though wisdom certainly is.
I might be waiting for the cows to come home
But I don’t have time for this.
It doesn’t take a genius to know,
Facts are the same for everyone.
That doesn’t mean it’s all black and white
Or can be changed with a gun.
It’s often a matter of perspective.
And that makes it hard to understand.
Why someone turns grey into black or white
Without experiences of the other man.
If you have been supported by faith
Then religion can be your guiding hand.
Survive Jihads, Inquisitions and pedophile priests
You might begin to feel nothing but hate.
The police are always there to serve,
And get you home safe at night.
In my neighborhood it ain’t like that at all
So it’s safer to take your chances and run.
Intelligence is not the answer,
Though wisdom certainly is.
I might be waiting for the cows to come home
But I don’t have time for this.
All the experts seem so smart,
Until you hear from the others.
Sooner or later we have to realize
It’s time to stop killing our brothers.
Smart people become rich people,
Their answers bring cash and fame.
The poorest will always be poor; just look at them.
There’s no one else to blame.
“On the Verge of Tears”
Posted: November 5, 2018 in PoetryTags: #inspiration, #life, #opinion, #personal, #poetry, #question, #questions, #truth, #writing
MSK 10-29-2018
Happy as a clam but on the verge of tears.
Thought I would be there but wasted the years.
It’s not just a matter of confronting your fears
It’s looking like a fool in front of your peers.
Quiet as a mouse is not sneaking around.
Are you still there if you don’t make a sound?
No breathing. No movement, ffrrooo__zen: never found.
God Damn Innocence can’t be sold by the pound.
So where are we now?
Still in control?
Is there really enough money
To buy your soul?
So where are we now?
Still in control somehow?
It seems a little bit funny
That no one knows how.
Hungry as a bear brought to the verge of tears
Reflections in ice from thousands of years.
Helpless Hopeless Drowning in fears
Watch as the suffering spreads to your peers.
So where are they now?
Still in control?
Is there really enough money
To buy their soul?
Sometimes circles don’t go ‘round and ‘round.
Often; It’s the colors that make a sound.
Who suffers? Paid Players, Cho__zen: lost not found.
Everything in life can be bought by the pound.
Everything alive can be bought by the pound.
“What Will We Be Like?”
Posted: October 29, 2018 in PoetryTags: #blog, #conversation, #inspiration, #life, #opinion, #people, #personal, #photography, #poetry, #question, #questions, #science, #truth, #writing
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MSK 10-29-2018
Wise as an owl
And sly as a fox.
Hungry as a bear
Majestic as a whale
Strong as an ox
Hung like a horse.
Fast as a cheetah
And quiet as a mouse……..
What will we be like
When none of them are around?
Loyal as a dog
But finicky like a cat.
Soaring like an eagle
And happy as a clam.
Nutty as a squirrel
Still playin’ possum
Silent like a snake
Climb like a goat
And sing like a bird.
What will we be like
When none of them are around?
Tall as a tree
Bright as a star
Deep as the ocean
And flow like the river.
Whisper like the wind
And sing like a bird.
What will we be like?
What will we be like?
What will we be like?
What will we be like ?
When none of them are alive?
You Gotta Dress Right
Posted: September 24, 2018 in PoetryTags: #inspiration, #life, #opinion, #personal, #poetry, #questions, #truth, #work, #writing
MSK © 9-12-2018
Faded jeans and worn-out shoes
You gotta dress right when you sing the Blues.
Down trodden with a broken heart
Don’t even try unless you look the part.
You Gotta Dress Right
Gotta-haves that go on forever.
You Gotta Dress Right
Come in every size, shape and flavor.
You Gotta Dress Right
No place for losers kid; be all you can be.
You Gotta Dress Right
If you want to sing the Blues like me.
Million dollar suit and ties
On thousands of rehearsed handshakes and smiles.
Each one willing to beat the rest
No excuses, no failure: this is no test.
You Gotta Dress Right
Gotta-haves that go on forever
You Gotta Dress Right
Come in every size, shape and flavor.
You Gotta Dress Right
No place for losers kid; be all you can be
You Gotta Dress Right
If you want to sing the Blues like me.
How Many?
Posted: September 10, 2018 in PoetryTags: #inspiration, #life, #opinion, #personal, #photography, #poetry, #questions, #travel, #truth, #writing
© MSK 8/31/2018
How many faces can you see every day
Before you start forgetting their names?
When do the streets you drive all look the same?
Who can remember all the great people you’ve met
And still function throughout the day?
Do the songs you keep writing all sound the same?
It’s not that things aren’t fun
But it gets a little old.
Looking for a rainbow won’t help you find gold
No matter what you were told.
How many repetitions can one person perform
Without their thoughts wandering everywhere else?
When do we notice we’re not even there?
It’s not that things aren’t fun
But it gets a little old.
There is no rainbow and no pot of gold
No matter what you were told.
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