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Leaving You Once Again (Original)

Verse 1:
I have witnessed many having to say their final farewells and goodbyes once and for all.

Ships starting to arrive on the dock,

Horns blowing nad tooting within the distance,

To inform passengers

Soon after to abroad the ship.

Anchors dropping into the sea,

To stabilize the boat.

Putting it on balance.

 

Pre-Chorus:
Such a hefty wound, it carries within one's heart,

Only coming to realize that later on...

 

Chorus:
Words left unspoken,

Need not be said.

Evidently, our guilt takes control

Controlling our emotions in a split second.

Closing down and narrowing is thse walls

One hsa built as a lifesaver

To ensure they are alive and living.

No risk being lost and isolated at sea.

 

Verse 2:
A wounded heart so vanished at sea,

Flowing freely across the tranquil ocean waters.

 

Bridge:
Amid the breeze flowing,

Tides rolling and crashing before us.


2nd Chorus:
Its illumination guided me

To the path I should have chosen and ended up with.

Best believe it:
Sometimes, we all are not necessarily lazy.

More along the lines of discouragement.

Not necessarily smart or intelligent.

Just have our priorities straight and in order.

We are average.


Last-Chorus:
So, in the end, the ocean is turbulent and calm as it can be.

Let loose your wings...

Fly away into the distant skies

Overhead the ocean in our paths

Somehow, we manage to get through it all.

Close our eyes...

Dreaming of flying away...

Spread our wings and fly...away!

Free at last with our wings outsretched. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This song is about the good byes in life/reality especially when it comes to friendships, interpersonal communications, public speaking, etc. It was written back in 2002-2003.

LONESOME SHORE.

Will it always be thus?
Grief pain stabs, unguts,
turns and turns;
all ifs and buts.

 

I sleep in the hope
to see you; have to be
drugged to sleep
and I can't remember,
my son, if I have seen
you or caressed or not;
enough to make my soul rot.

 

Dawn does not excite;
evening stretches before me
with its orange tang
and mellow
sickening glow.  

 

What was it like
those final hours
of wakefulness?
Should have been there,
if I’d known, I’d have stayed.

 

Human mistake
I’m afraid,
at least on my part,
wounded soul,
broken heart.

 

Your Stoic soul
sails on,
no doubt;
you'd have made
old Seneca proud;
me, too,
the way you coped
with all and more.

 

You are out
on that eternal sea,
my son,
I’m here
stuck
on this
lonesome shore.

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Clamor

Fearing for the breath I've wasted,

partnerships I've complicated,

feelings spoken, understated,

notes that had been mistranslated;

I thought it best to rein by choice

the strident mewling of my voice

and after which I could rejoice,

as those I'd lost returned to me.

Like waves colliding with the shore,

my words will light upon their door

and press themselves against the floor

to pass beneath and beg, implore

their presence to return to mine.

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Sitting in Silence

I could sit hours upon hours with you,


listening to you talk about anything and everything that could possibly pop into your perfect little head.


The past, present, future, your family, your friends, your dreams.


I'd listen to you talk about all the things that make you cringed, or cry, or smoke from the ears.


I'd listen to you complain about the economy, the weather, or all the flaws you see in yourself though I see you as flawless.
And if for some reason,


through all your hours of talking, 


your mind goes blank,


and you run out of things to say,


I could sit hours upon hours with you,


being completely content listening to the silence that surrounds you and me.

Minding My Business

 

    Somewhat askew, questions invade the conversation,
                         An icy cold pause is injected,
        Pangs of affliction are sensed but unassumed,
                        Slowly, the doors close shut,
    The muffled sounds of arrogance vibrate through the hall,
             Without warning, footsteps, a man walks out,
                 A slamming door leaves a biting insult,
           I don't even know them, and I wasn't even there,
                                 So why do I care?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I don't know for sure, but I don't think anyone likes discord, or maybe they do.

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Tumble Elocution

I wouldn't suffice you,
not over long, but I would surprise and
be something you hadn't considered.
Who you are; I
wouldn't pretend to know, or
offer vague guesses, sure as I am
that you're to be had.
No, I've learned more than that, and
I hope you have too. If
you're a bit like me,
you only have eyes for the calm. Maybe
we can embrace it together, some time.

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