Seaweed Breakwater

.
the seas are high
patterned
the seas are
patterned
.
er somethin’
somethin’ like that
.
somethin’ like that
.
couldn’t be need
from me
couldn’t be
patterned
.
in the end
seven scores are slain
the end
seven scores are slain
in the end
in the end
.
what did you say?
you drowned the rain
you drowned again
what did you say?
.
listen to the competition
(seven scores are slain)
listen
(carving out your name)
.
the stones are high
and patterned
the stones
they’re patterned
.
save room
for the end
there’s no room
in the end
in the end
no room
.
.
.
.
Copyright L.M. 2008.

Count On It

don’t speak to me tonight
I almost left without you
but something drew me back again

a wise friend once said
“in the end, we can always handle
more than we think we can”

and I’m counting on that

if friendship lasts forever
through times we are together
then I don’t know

if lovers breathe as one
and you like me alone
then I don’t know

that I can count on that

well there’s sacrifice and attraction
and there’s feeling and reaction
then there’s more
when there’s relevance I’ll matter
when you know what you’re after
I’d give you nothing, nothing
but it’s always more
more

confusion takes a seat
as hearts skip a beat
and I’m tired of the season

but somewhere along the way
sometime before I go away
I’ll finally find the reason

I’d better count on that

well there’s high-speed collision
and difference in vision
and then there’s more
don’t you know that reaction
‘s still a form of attraction
no less, no more
I count on that
I give you nothing, nothing
but it’s always more
more
you can count on that

      

         

Copyright L.M. 2008.  (written March 3rd, 2008.).