Comet inside the Oyster & Come Over

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Comet inside the Oyster

Ocean view seems anew.

Caravan born in a lobster bed.

Obsession seen in the waters beneath

Bubbling about and following the trout.

Ocean home where I’m never alone

The guppies my friends, friends to the end.

Charismatic faces seen all the places

Where man has not, only those who rot.

Witnessing the majestics of the Oyster.

Tiny treasure yet to be found.

Arrogant but still its wonders do fester.

Many hunt diligently for the crown.

Whatever happened to that pearl?

The virgin in white lace.

The oyster gone with the shooting comet of this secret world.

Pretty jewel has lost its case.

To the shore I swam, away from the ocean’s roar.

This foreign land I do tred.

Smells of squaller taint the water.

Held captive in wells.

Ocean deep do I miss your seen,

Drab colors consuming the land.

There are no traces of your children’s shining faces.

Man has cut them to the bone.

So, I search for that lost pearl,

The pretty virgin in white lace.

My precious oyster gone with the shooting comet.

No jewel to possess this case.

I shall return to the ocean fair,

Lover if my heart,

Home to my heart,

Home to my mistress.

From this land-world I do depart.

Come Over

I wanna call you up.

I wanna say how’s the weather.

I wanna ask what it’s all about.

I wanna know that you don’t want her.

But I lost the nerve.

My dignity shot to hell.

Since you’ve been gone,

Time can no longer tell.

What’s it all about?

I wanna say, come over.

Come over.

Stay a night or two.

Come over.

Come over,

If it’s what you wanna do.

I wanna forget all that was good.

I wanna forget all that was bad.

I wanna forget all the laughter and tears.

I wanna forget all that we had.

But my heart still begs.

And I say, come over.

Come over.

Stay a night or two.

Come over.

Come over,

If that’s what you wanna do.

I pick up the phone and dial your number.

Ring, ring, ring, the receiver gives that tone–

Feeling somber,

As it continues

Then you voice come on the line.

I hear your voice comes on the line.

I hear you say, “Who is it?”

Reluctantly, I answer.

“I just called to say, Hi.”

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