Letters to Orwell

"Jealous of your friends

and your easy conversations with them
I'm not a good listener
and I've never been.

Closed at the wrong time
you must wonder if I'm still alive
I wish I knew
do you?

Please let me know, let me know
will you stay with me here tonight
please tell me so, tell me so
and everything will be all right.

Unsure of every embrace
unable to read the look on your face
I fear the future
are you more sure?

Please let me know, let me know
will you stay with me here tonight
please tell me so, tell me so
and everything will be all right."

One of my autobiographical songs.

Paul Kimball

Paulosophy, Vol. VI

Point Prim, PEI - July, 2011

It is impossible for true love to ever be unrequited.

Paul Kimball

Prospect of the Sea

"The air that you breathe

steals from my throat
you're drowning me
unreasonably,
cast me aside
adrift in the waves
I am merely
a prospect of the sea.

The October wind
punishes my face and my eyes
it's showing me no mercy
this time,
tears can't hide
the pain one feels
when you are merely
a prospect of the sea.

Nerves of cotton
has this sailor

the waves loom larger

than they've ever
fear is the clarion

call of failure

for a prospect

of the sea.

A child's lonely voice
stands locked behind my smile
it is straining
to be free,
from the darkness
from the lonely nights
it is just
a prospect of the sea.

Nerves of cotton
has this sailor

the waves loom larger

than they've ever
fear is the clarion
call of failure
for a prospect
of the sea.

The hope that you have
shines light a lighthouse
a beacon
that I can see,
but the rocks are waiting
close to you
for this prospect

of the sea."

We are all prospects of the sea, in one way or another.

Paul Kimball