Words & Music

by Mike Power

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  • He Can’t Fucking Breathe

    Black lives matter Whose life matters? Does life matter? He can’t fucking breathe Your life matters Read more

  • Confessions of a white ally

    First, I dislike the word ally to describe a person in my circumstance. It sounds like I want to help someone with their struggle, but the struggle against injustice is also mine. In fact, the responsibility to fight injustice falls heavier on the beneficiaries of that injustice than it does on the victims. I have… Read more

  • Strange Days have found us

    Strange days have found us Strange days have tracked us down They’re going to destroy Our casual joys We shall go on playing Or find a new town Strange eyes fill strange rooms Voices will signal their tired end The hostess is grinning Her guests sleep from sinning Hear me talk of sin And you… Read more

  • Yin

    I am yin I am the empty space longing to be filled I am looking for energy, different and excruciating I am the silence between the notes I am the gap between your heartbeats I am the emptiness between breathing out and breathing in I am the blank canvas behind every masterpiece and the hush… Read more

  • Anyone who dies

    Anyone who dies without knowing love is a fool Anyone who dies with love in their heart is a different kind of fool We all die alone We all die together a little piece at a time and leave a big mess behind When we are asleep we get a sneak peek at how things… Read more

  • Bad

    The last time I was in a recording studio was April, 2013. I have written dozens of songs since then but have only recorded rough demos of them, until now. For my first studio recording in seven years I chose one of my most recent songs, written  just as the pandemic hit. Recording studios are… Read more