Tag: Voice

Collapse (SongPoem)

On By Alex V. WeirIn Alex Weir, poems, UncategorizedLeave a comment

i was waitin i was wishin for the floor to fall out from under me

i was waiting yea waitin just so as i could see

the pitch black sky and the the brilliant stars

come to swallow me

o girl o honey girl

did you ever feel

the way that the floor rest on aeons of decay

is it real

is it real

ist it all too real

and free

yea the way

o the way

that youre so far from me

even as

i touch your lips with mine

i am leaving you are leaving we are leaving

for it all

till the ceiling and the flooring

break apart and call

to phone in

yet another forever

puttin up their feet at the hospital of never

o o the way

that its so far from us

i was waitin i was wishin for the floor to fall out from under me

i was waiting yea waitin just so as i could see

the pitch black sky and the the brilliant stars

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O You River (Vocal/Guitar/Poem)

On By Alex V. WeirIn Alex Weir, poems, Stories, The Fractal Journal, UncategorizedLeave a comment

 

The words again…

I am waiting for somebody to tell me

That they are doing something more than this

I am waiting for somebody to tell me

All about the the things that I am gonna miss

I am waiting for the wisdom of the middle way

Of those that muddled through

And have so much to say

To someone like me to someone so blue

Cause I just can’t be left blank left well alone

So fill me in

Tell me how I’m just a one note drone

If you play genie I’ll play Alladin

So please if you please

I am waiting for sombeody to tell me

Come on don’t tease

I am waiting to hear that you are doing something more than this

Tell me tell me

All about the thigns that I am gonna miss

Or maybe what you see

Is not so far from here

Maybe maybe

I am just too clear

O yea baby

Are you gonna teach

The Sea to sing

O you river

You’re the king?

Eh?

Ok…

OK

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Wispy, Waify, and Wild (Poem)

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She was just a dream

I guess that is my nightmare

All these sorts of things

They always interrupt me

This is why I stare

O so very blankly

As the hand ascends

And drops down

O so very slowly

Nothing ever ends

Wispy, waify, and wild

Note: For those who listened…I know it’s rough. These are actually just voice memos I make for myself so I remember the gist of vocal melodies (so called) that I make up. But…IMO (and I suppose I’m biased) they have a certain raw quality that I like. So I guess the point of this note is (1) gimmee a break, (2) give yourself a break and publish something! Cheers.

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