Each Word

Words they seem to dry up like the oceans.
Long drawn out waiting for the last word to come.
Tick toc tick toc.
The moment seems to be lingering on my mind but not on my lips.
Each word, each dirty little word creeping into you like some perverted mind that dances around you then once when a moment is right you strike.
Your smiling face, your lovely big eyes, how you look, how you smile with your devaluing eyes.
How I take you in, how we find each other.
Has the ocean dried up? No, I'm speechless, lost for words.
Watching you fall asleep, slowly your eyes close then open galiantly, putting up the good fight. but who won?
Who won indeed?

April 23/12

Self delusioning rant

Self delusioning rants about nothing
And everything.
Touching on things in ones psyche
Tries to steer away from.

The rant the rant must there be a rant?
Must I stumble on my thoughts and words.
Talking about things that don't really matter.
The little things, the things that pass our everyday thoughts and are left with the hello, or good morning reflex of daily interactions with others.
Ranting, ranting, ranting, this underlying layer
Of psycho babble.
I go to sleep. . . 

Apr 11/12