The first time I heard it, it caught my breath;
If your wife commits adultery, stone her to death.
Want to hear what I believe to be truth?
Faith is believing in fairy tales without any proof.
MIDIMike
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Only A Fool 4
Posted: February 9, 2025 in #poetry, Opinions and Observations, Poetry, Question of the WeekTags: #astronomy, #athiest, #athiestisaword, #athiests, #bible, #lyrics, #michaelskennedy, #midimike, #midimike.com, #personal, #poetry, #science, #songwriter, #truth
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The Only One
Posted: March 22, 2022 in family, My Tunes, PoetryTags: #achorusthatneverends, #lyrics, #michaelskennedy, #midimike.com, #music, #musician, #personal, #poem, #poetry, #relationships, #singer song-writer, #singersongwriter, #songwriter, #theonlyone, #truth
Let me get this straight;
You worked all your life to be this?
So many opportunities to learn and grow
Yet here you remain, still.
Asking me to wait;
As if you found the life of bliss?
Doesn’t matter to me if I will ever know
You’re The Only One who will.
In a world full of half-truths and disrespect.
The Only One
Reality converted – digest and dissect.
The Only One
So much given yet;
You feel you should complain, complain?
Hard to remember lies so move on to the next
Double down, dumber, dumber.
In a world full of half-truths and disrespect.
The Only One
Reality perverted – digest and dissect.
The Only One
Unbelievably;
We land inside another chance?
But it looks so much like The Other Ones
You are a song with no beginning.
A chorus that never ends.
A song with no beginning.
A chorus that never ends. A chorus that never ends. A chorus that never ends. A chorus that never ends.
“Ring of Truth”
Posted: January 30, 2021 in PoetryTags: #generations, #leaders, #michaelskennedy, #midimike, #midimike.com, #poem, #poetry, #truth
Your words do not rhyme
But they Ring of Truth.
You ask me to believe
Though there is no proof.
Every step taken
Together or apart.
Efforts only bring us
Back to where we start.
File after file
Folder within folder.
Get as close as you can
As the fire grows colder.
Generations will search to be free
Blindly following leaders that cannot see.
Always complaining only they have it rough.
The truth is their best was not good enough.
Your words do not rhyme
But they Ring of Truth.
You ask me to believe
Though there is no proof.
Life spent in fortune
Fortune spent in waste.
Lose yourself in trust
Confidence misplaced.
Look in both directions
Turn things upside down.
Depend on faith and love
But neither can be found
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?
Deep Inside
Posted: October 8, 2018 in My TunesTags: #audio, #blog, #conversation, #creativity, #friends, #inspiration, #life, #media, #music, #opinion, #people, #personal, #poetry, #truth, #writing
© MSK 10-2017
This song has taken a while to finalize the arrangement. It is only part of the song it started out as. Diced, sliced, edited and rewritten, I hope this first mix sounds like it belongs! Sometimes you are guided.
I will play other sections in the future.
Please enjoy “Deep Inside”
Deep Inside me, Deep inside the eye of the storm
Deep Inside you. Deep Inside the eye of the storm.
Deep Inside me, Deep Inside.
Sometimes you are guided
And sometimes you are not.
The road is long; it never ends
No matter what you thought.
The place you are standing
Was never meant to be.
Lost when your memories
Created what you see.
Pound after pound
Life gets laid upon you hard.
Sound after sound
As the dealer plays his cards.
Sometimes you are guided
And sometimes you are not.
The road is long; it never ends
No matter what you thought.
Deep Inside me, Deep Inside the eye of the storm
Deep Inside you. Deep Inside.
For This
Posted: October 1, 2018 in PoetryTags: #conversation, #creativity, #friends, #inspiration, #life, #notes, #opinion, #people, #personal, #photography, #poetry, #politics, #question, #truth, #work, #writing
(C) MSK 9-14-2018
She looks so happy
From the outside, many of us do.
Sure and in control
Man, I wish that were true.
For every question
So sure we have all the answers.
Act as if we’re immune
To weakness, disease and cancers.
He stands there so calm.
No sign that he’s ready to explode.
Sleeves rolled up: digs in
This close to just running down the road.
There is no training for this.
Won’t find it on utube or Internet search.
There is no training for this.
No help from lawyers, police or church.
For every question
So sure we have all the answers.
Talk as if we’re not human
Just crazy, drugged up dancers.
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.
“Hint of Truth”
Posted: September 17, 2018 in PoetryTags: #inspiration, #life, #personal, #photography, #poetry, #question, #truth, #writing
© MSK 6-13-11 from notes on 3-7-93
From the middle, each end is far away
Somewhere in-between, we learn how to pray.
In every story there is a hint of truth
Behind every lie is a mountain of proof.
It’s always during the cold lonely nights
That you find out what you’re missing.
I am missing you.
If you think of leaving or sticking around
It’s better to know what lives underground.
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