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“What Will We Be Like?”

Posted: October 29, 2018 in Poetry
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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 ?

When none of them are alive?

Deep Inside

Posted: October 8, 2018 in My Tunes
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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 Poetry
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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 Poetry
Tags: #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 Poetry
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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.

How Many?

Posted: September 10, 2018 in Poetry
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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.

“Following The Flood “

Posted: September 3, 2018 in Poetry
Tags: #family, #inspiration, #life, #personal, #poetry, #truth, #writing

“(Waves of Alcohol)” © MSK 5-23-2018

In a refreshing wave of alcohol

Warmth flowing down my throat.

The glow continues on

While the tension seems to float.

It’s a wave of alcohol

Regret and guilt jump in

Reflections fade with each sip

It’s a game I never win.

The next wave of alcohol

Life feels pretty silly

The tallest wave of alcohol

Begins to numb the senses

The tsunami of alcohol

Puts depression on a hi boil

After an ocean of alcohol

The angry man just comes out

It will all be better

If I have another drink

I can handle it

Doesn’t matter what you think.

Following the flood of alcohol

Awake but not aware

Doesn’t matter who gets hurt

Long past the point I care

Wake in a desert with a driving thirst

Never again, never again

Can’t remember what I did

Friends look away and pretend.

It will all be better

If I have another drink

I deserve it

No matter what you think.

Letter To City Planner Series #3

Posted: August 21, 2018 in Opinions and Observations
Tags: #conversation, #driving, #family, #life, #notes, #opinion, #people, #personal, #photography, #politics, #question, #travel, #truth, #work, #writing

Letter 307

On-street-parking. I know I will get a lot of kick-back for this one but I think we should end on-street-parking. Even in residential and business districts. Safety issues, snow clearance, traffic flow, and maintenance costs come to mind immediately. I know many areas do not have much parking space for residents and there are more multiple car families than in the past. Businesses also benefit if customers can park right in front of their stores. But I am not sure this is worth blocking local traffic including emergency vehicles, utility companies, snow plows and the like in areas easily affected by weather, accidents, building fires and a host of other challenges.

Still, if we are planning a city or community, let’s plan on eliminating this practice entirely. Just think how much this would ease congestion, improve safety, reduce city road maintenance costs, allow for emergency vehicles and unexpected weather or unusual events and improve the look and health of our streets and neighborhoods.

Let me know what you think. What would you suggest to your city planners?

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My Father

Posted: July 23, 2018 in Poetry
Tags: #family, #inspiration, #life, #opinion, #personal, #poetry, #truth, #writing

I have had a similar conversation with so many children over the years. Often the conversations were within my own family. There are far too many broken families struggling to get to the next day. The children involved are unable to see the why. No explanation makes it acceptable or understandable. Fathers leave.

But leaving is not the full story of abandonment. Years and years of doubt turned to guilt, anger, frustration and loneliness. No phone call. No letter. No birthday gift. Silence.

It may take a long time for a ‘step-father’ to become part of this new family, but so precious!

My Father (C) MSK 7-4-2018

Birthdays have come and gone

Life’s challenges at every turn.

I wanted you to be there so much

Just to see if I lost or if I won.

Mother made excuses

I kept expecting you to show.

Abandoning us was as cruel

As all the other abuses.

You haven’t come around

Since I was four.

I will always be your son

But you’re not my father any more.

But it’s alright, I survived

I have a great family.

Mother met a really good man

Got much better after he arrived.

He takes care of me as his own

Promises he’ll always be there.

Teaching me things you never could

And laughing at how much I’ve grown.

You are still my dad

And I’m your daughter.

But I know now

You were never my father.

You haven’t come around

Since I was four.

I will always be your son

But you’re not my father any more.

Cover Tunes from The Chase Part 3

Posted: July 16, 2018 in MUSIC
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The songs in this session are simple two-channel recordings. These are not multi-tracks of isolated instruments to be mixed down later. This is down and dirty history. I enjoyed recording and listening to each of the gigs. The rest of the band were ok with it, but they were really into the performance and live audience vibe. As a result, I did not get much assistance or cooperation with my projects. We never did a sound check for recording levels. We did not set up differently or use additional gear. I usually taped separate mixes from their sound board or by using a combination of mono mix and single hi-quality microphone up on stage. See my LSR series for recording configurations.

Unlike the other players I have jammed with, I had not been playing in bands since I was a teenager. I did not start playing in front of a ‘real’ audience until I was probably 31 or older. I started playing keyboards (technically different than playing a piano or organ) when I was 30. Before that I wrote songs and played my 12 string guitar for parties and such but that was about it.

Lacking confidence and years to sharpen my skills, I tried to make up for it in other ways. I practiced a lot compared to the other players.

I helped in tech – light – sound – marketing. The recordings were for me, LOL!

This is a live recording of a medley we came up with. None of us really liked disco, but no rocket science to keeping guys in the club is to keep the girls on the dance floor! We smashed together popular dance songs and other select songs toward the end of the 2nd set. Enjoy.

MidiMike

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“What Will We Be Like?”

Deep Inside

For This

You Gotta Dress Right

“Hint of Truth”

How Many?

“Following The Flood “

Letter To City Planner Series #3

My Father

Cover Tunes from The Chase Part 3

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