In the dead of the night
I sank to the bottom of the ocean
Bound by the tentacles of grief
Muted and suffocated
You cradled me with all you are
All my sorrow, frantic struggle
Released into pearly tears
Warm on my cheeks
I rose to put on the garment of praise
worshiped to the heavenly place
Author: Cassa Bassa
🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊
Sickle Moon
You are smiling and walking away
in sheer soulless delight
The day soon turns into night
hindering my footsteps from chasing you
into the horizon cloaked in twilight
I memorise your laughter as the wind chime
transmitting me to you on the ebony land
#songshare – Bayini
I’ve Got This
I can’t turn off the news or people’s concern
I can’t turn off the fear people project
I can turn on God’s voice
And amplify His love
#songshare – Santa Monica Dream
Santa Monica Dream – Angus and Julia Stone
Goodbye to my Santa Monica dream
Fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine
You tell me stories of the sea
And the ones you left behind
Goodbye to the roses on your street
Goodbye to the paintings on your wall
Goodbye to the children we’ll never meet
And the ones we left behind
And the ones we left behind
Fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine
You tell me stories of the sea
And the ones you left behind
Goodbye to the roses on your street
Goodbye to the paintings on your wall
Goodbye to the children we’ll never meet
And the ones we left behind
And the ones we left behind
I’m somewhere, you’re somewhere
I’m nowhere, you’re nowhere
You’re somewhere, you’re somewhere
I could go there but I don’t
I’m nowhere, you’re nowhere
You’re somewhere, you’re somewhere
I could go there but I don’t
Rob’s in the kitchen making pizza
Somewhere down in Battery Park
I’m singing songs about the future
Wondering where you are
I could call you on the telephone
But do I really want to know?
You’re making love now to the lady down the road
No I don’t, I don’t want to know
Somewhere down in Battery Park
I’m singing songs about the future
Wondering where you are
I could call you on the telephone
But do I really want to know?
You’re making love now to the lady down the road
No I don’t, I don’t want to know
I’m somewhere, you’re somewhere
I’m nowhere, you’re nowhere
You’re somewhere, you’re somewhere
I could go there but I don;t
I’m nowhere, you’re nowhere
You’re somewhere, you’re somewhere
I could go there but I don;t
Goodbye to my Santa Monica dream
Fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine
You will tell me stories of the sea
And the ones you left behind
And the ones we left behind
Fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine
You will tell me stories of the sea
And the ones you left behind
And the ones we left behind
Diamond Rain on Saturn
She is beautiful
Unbreakable
Her determination knows no bounds
She keeps her past as learning
The present,
She labours in full force
When her world collapses
She cries diamond rain
#cassaquote – 36
It is pointless to keep saying sorry to people from our past.
We learn from hurt.
Their growth is not our responsibility.
Sinker
He wears a chain of romance around his neck
They closed each heart shaped padlock and threw the key to the river
After many broken promises and cold campfires
Eventually the weight of the chain sank him down the river
He laid unrest with dead romance around his neck
and keys scattered around him
#songshare – She’s in Fashion
She’s the face on the radio
She’s the body on the morning show
And she’s there shaking it out on the scene
And she’s the colour of a magazine
She’s the body on the morning show
And she’s there shaking it out on the scene
And she’s the colour of a magazine
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
She’s employed where the sun don’t sets
And she’s the shape of a cigarettes
And she’s the shake of a tambourine
And she’s the colour of a magazine
And she’s the shape of a cigarettes
And she’s the shake of a tambourine
And she’s the colour of a magazine
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ah-ah
And if she tells you two is one
Then two is one my love
Ah-ah
And if she tells you you should know
Then you should know, my love
And if she tells you two is one
Then two is one my love
Ah-ah
And if she tells you you should know
Then you should know, my love
She is strung out on a TV dream
And she’s the taste of the gasoline
And she’s as similar as you can get
To the shape of a cigarettes
And she’s the taste of the gasoline
And she’s as similar as you can get
To the shape of a cigarettes
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
And she’s in fashion
Ooh-ooh-ooh
I said the sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
I said the sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
I said the sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
And the wind blow my brain
I said the sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
I said the sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
Sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
I said the sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
Sunsine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
And the wind blow my brain
I said the sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
Sunsine will blow my mind
And the wind blow my brain
Giving Up
Time slipped faster than
thoughts I could catch
Between the lighter flame
and the last ember of the cigarette
my mind fired rounds of blanks
I wondered if time held its integrity
or served a meaningless purpose
Either way
I am more wasteful
and careless
Flicker of Thoughts 