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Half my Life March 29th 2024

Posted: April 5, 2024 in #poetry, Poetry
Tags: #divorce, #doubt, #friendship, #goodbye, #grieving, #loss, #lostlove, #love, #lyrics, #marriage, #michaelskennedy, #midimike.com, #mistakes, #musician, #nature, #original songs, #personal, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #progressivefolk, #singersongwriter, #songwriter, #tears, #writing, relationships, www.midimike.com

I offered you all I am

As you demanded the bigger half

I tried to keep them together, but cried until I could not laugh.

We own no jewels or treasures

Beyond the memories we made.

Loving life and nature’s pleasures, but soon even those will fade.

Brilliant colors turn to gray

Precious moments gone.

It all grows now in anger, tormenting everyday.

Hard, still to believe

Please and a simple thank you

Became words you could not say, another way to deceive.

I’ve spent half my life

Fixing my mistakes,

And half of it living yours.

Evidently I don’t know

What it really takes

To heal the open sores.

Brilliant colors turn to gray

Precious moments gone.

Now they grow in anger

Tormenting everyday.

What I have left

Is half of nothing.

Neither yours nor mine.

Years of hard work

And nights in disagreement

Didn’t help the bottom line.

MIDIMike

One By One

Posted: January 19, 2024 in #poetry, My Tunes, Poetry
Tags: #lucky, #lyrics, #michaelskennedy, #midimike, #midimike.com, #music, #one-by-one, #personal, #poem, #poetry, #singersongwriter, #songwriter, #writing, creative-writing, poems

I’ve been told that I am So Lucky
Doesn’t seem that way
From my point of view.
My history with women
And faith in mankind
Just to name a few.

I keep hitting myself on the head
Love that got away……
Again, nothing new.
Still searching for solutions
The world’s so unkind
Soooo, unlike you.

So Lucky, in life and in love.
So Lucky, in ‘everything SHe does’.
So Lucky, SHe rises above
So Lucky, it’s easy because……

Good things just seem to fall in my lap
All I do is ask
And my dreams come true.
Where it seems incredible
I pull off my mask
Become who you want me to.

So Lucky, in life and in love.
So Lucky, in ‘everything SHe does’.
So Lucky, SHe rises above
So Lucky, it’s easy because……

I keep writing, I don’t know if I can stop. I put things together while waiting for them to drop. We all know it’s meaningless to try to get things done, so let’s enjoy life’s pleasures……

…….. One by One.
One by One.
One by One……

I’ve been told that I am So Lucky
Doesn’t seem that way
From my point of view.
My history with women
And faith in mankind
Just to name a few.

I keep hitting myself on the head
Love that got away……
Again, nothing new.
Still searching for solutions
The world’s so unkind
Soooo, unlike you.

So Lucky, in life and in love.
So Lucky, in ‘everything SHe does’.
So Lucky, SHe rises above
So Lucky, easy for them because……

…….. One by One.
One by One.
One by One……
Until we’re done.

Doin’ the Don’ts MSK 2005

Posted: June 20, 2023 in Poetry
Tags: #lyrics, #michaelskennedy, #midimike, #midimike.com, #music, #musician, #personal, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #poetrypod, #songwriter, #writing

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

Before or After

Posted: May 16, 2019 in Opinions and Observations
Tags: #archive, #back up, #chores, #creative, #creatve, #documentation, #maintenance, #preserving ideas, #productive, #recording, #recordingstudio, #updates, #writing, recovery

As a creative person, I will often get struck with ideas or projects and even solutions to existing work-blocks without notice. (this is a good thing lol) If I can’t preserve the thoughts at the time there is a good probability I might lose them forever. So I try to get to the computer, writing pad, recorder quickly.

Invariably, I find myself in a creative mood with a great thought…….. ready to capture what will be my greatest work…….. only to have to wait for the computer to do a software download and update. Then comes the mandatory restart and my idea is totally gone. I go to record in my home studio and face load times, cables not connected for this project, something decides not to work for no reason other than it knows I am in a hurry and other events that would be funny in other situations. I can’t find a pen and the pencil point breaks and the notebook is downstairs.

When I get a cup of tea and a block of time to get things done I like to power up my computer or studio and start working. I don’t want to wait for the updates. I am on a mission.

I feel the same way about other areas. If I need to vacuum the floor, I don’t want to empty the container first. When I am ready to paint, I don’t want to stop and clean all the brushes first.

It might seem to others that I waste a lot of time on preventive maintenance and cataloging, but I know the frustration of losing something that could be wonderful.

I am a Before person. How do you look at the day?

“Your Words”

Posted: April 29, 2019 in Poetry
Tags: #lyrics, #personal, #perspective, #poem, #poetry, #soul, #voice, #writing, power, soull, understanding

                                                                                                   (C) MSK 4-28-2019
 I listen to your words
 Over and over as if I had not heard.
 Why am I hypnotized?
 What holds me finally realized.

Your voice gives them meaning
 Half way through the day I realize I’m dreaming.
 Can’t say I understand
 Things don’t usually end the way they’re planned.

Listening to your words
 In the dark of silence it all sounds absurd.            
 Lost without the story?
 Turns so clear so deep so true to me.

There’s no other way to say it.
     It is in the sound 
 In the melody
 The voice as it carries.
 There’s no other way to say it.
 Opens the heart
 Pounds the soul
 The heart as it buries.

There is no denying the power
 As it overwhelms and begins to devour.
 The dreams I’ve known forever
 Lie in the softness of light and strength of a feather

There’s no other way to say it.
     It is in the sound 
 In the melody
 The voice as it carries.
 There’s no other way to say it.
 Opens the heart
 Pounds the soul
 The heart as it buries.

Cover Tune Tuesdays

Posted: January 22, 2019 in Cover Tune Tuesdays
Tags: #bass guitar, #computer, #family, #guitar, #lyrics, #music, #recordingstudio, #song, #songwriter, #writing, multi track recording, originals, relationships

Over the last few years I have focused on recording and releasing songs I have written. Among these songs are a few co-authored works where portions of the music, lyrics or arrangement were inspired by friends in a core group of writers.

On my new Cover Tune Tuesdays series, I wanted to record songs that were written by people in that core group. (A lot of these songs also benefited from a little help from our friends, LOL) The first in this series is a song written by my brother David. He has been referenced here a number of times. This is a song of his called “The Magic Goes Away”

I played his Martin six string guitar for this one. It is a delight to play and sounds great. I sing my harmony parts so the melody will be in the ear of the author! I added drum loops and used the computer for the bass guitar and strings sounds.

“The Magic Goes Away”

Though the feeling’s here to stay. The Magic Goes Away. As the method in our madness is exposed. Still there’s newness in the air. A warmth, a certain flair. And the knowledge that our hearts will not be closed.

We can’t say that it won’t end. It’s not in us to pretend. But at last the masquerades have all been played. There’s a quiet, hopeful sound. In the way that our hearts pound. It’s you and I, at last we’re on our way.

Though the feeling’s here to stay. The Magic Goes Away. As if we’d loved each other once before. Come and hold me once again. My lover, and my friend. As old magic gets replaced by something more.

It’s that newness in the air. A warmth, a certain flair. And the knowledge that our hearts will not be closed.

by Charles David Kennedy

Rationalizations

Posted: January 10, 2019 in family
Tags: #family, #writing, add, dyslexia, final quarter, last quarter, medical conditions, ocd, procrastination, retirement, values

Last week I returned home from a short visit with my daughter and her family.

Last month I turned 65 and quit my labor intensive warehouse job.

Last year I enrolled in Medicare.

I am a procrastinator. I rationalize my symptoms. I laugh at me looking for a way to postpone trivial things all the time.

A lot of conditions are starting to be classified and quantified and turned into another annoying sound bite. Dyslexia, obsessive compulsion and attention deficit disorders, anxiety, being introverted and living with depression are just part of the long list. When I was growing up and entering grade school no one talked about these things. Few could diagnose and some treatments were still in the future. At least I now know what some of the things I have been dealing with all my life are called, lol.

Evidently there wasn’t anything extreme or I would be dead or in a prison somewhere or in an alcoholic state of bliss. (I – You – Them) Just enough to make IYT ‘odd’. Just enough so IYT know we are different. IYT literally see things differently than the other school mates and friends. IYT understand things from a different point of view. Where others find life fun, IYT see nothing but challenges and embarrassments.

It is funny growing older and learning of medical conditions over the years on the news and go, “OH! That’s what I have!” Of course, I procrastinate.

But back to rationalizations.

You have heard of Spring Cleaning. Every season you get everything out and dust it off. Some you decide to keep and some memorabilia is lucky to find another home. Even if it is only for the hope of being uncovered again in the future. Now think of that process in decades. Other than family and friends, what have you accumulated over all the years that is truly worth anything?

I have an old photo in a frame of my late sister and her husband. It needs a new home. For days it has been sitting on my desk. I see it every day. I procrastinate. I feel moods change whenever I look at the photo. I wait. I need to find the right place for it.

I am sure it will be obvious in the future.

Rulers of it All

Posted: November 27, 2018 in Opinions and Observations
Tags: #family, #money, #politics, #questions, #writing, church, extinction, faith, fortune, poverty, weapons

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 Answer

Posted: November 12, 2018 in Poetry
Tags: #blog, #brother, #conversation, #creativity, #family, #friends, #inspiration, #life, #opinion, #people, #personal, #poetry, #politics, #question, #questions, #truth, #writing, Art, pictures

MSK GS 4

MSK GS 3

MSK GS 2

MSK GS 1

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 Poetry
Tags: #inspiration, #life, #opinion, #personal, #poetry, #question, #questions, #truth, #writing

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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.

MidiMike

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Half my Life March 29th 2024

One By One

Doin’ the Don’ts MSK 2005

Before or After

“Your Words”

Cover Tune Tuesdays

Rationalizations

Rulers of it All

The Answer

“On the Verge of Tears”

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