I'll be awake for quite some time, trying to put into words..
             I live
                     and I play
in this selfish game, but I don't know all the rules..
    My soul sleeps while it yearns.
                                      My eyes water though they burn
But still I have a hard time waking..
My wide open mind begs for peace.
                                   Please somebody!!... my soul is shaking...

Laughter
Questions
Answers
Apologies.
We knew of these too well..
Understanding
Confusion
Congestion
Control
...Apologies.
G­uilt
Panic
Love?
Lust
Too Strong!
APOLOGIES
TRUTH!
The picture is coming
The gears are turning
The mind is racing
The nose is smelling
The fingers are sensing
The skin is tingling
STOP!
My mind needs sleep
My heart? Dreaming
Your eyes? Seeing
My soul? Clinging
Apologies...
We ARE so sorry,
Love?
Lust?
Panic
Chaos
Apologies.
Too much
Too soon
Too far gone
Too long..
Goodnight.
Apologies.

Your words fill a void.
    Your body, a space.
    No they were not mine for the taking. For the filling.
    Stolen
    No honor amongst thieves.
    I am one.
    Loving your words
    I drink them, absorb them, dissect them. No negligence.
    I'm soaked in them.Choke on them
    And they are no more.
    Disappearing literacy not meant for the masses
    But for her.
    To be her.
    To have words for me. A smile for me. A disgust for me.
    As long as it was for me.
    Selfishness created from your selflessness.
    You are no saint and I will still elevate you high above the regurgitated ooze.
    Belong to no one, no posession.
    Be you
    Be me
    Be us.
    Not love. Not lust.
    An inbetween space.
    Understanding?
    Longing for the same reasoning
    Yet never finding it in eachother.
    Have you words for that?
    Paint a picture with that drab meaningless ink & I'll fill it in with damp, dark color.
    I know you.
    I accept you.
    Keep you.
    Give a little?
    Fill me?
    No more words. Not mine.

I keep my feet in shallow waters.. grounded.. for fear of drowning.
He swims out with nothing to tie him down nor to keep him afloat.. doing only as he pleases uncaring of consequence.. seemingly fearless..
Seemingly..

I probably should have followed. Each of us learning something from the other.. an adventure and escape from the world's unjust doings.
But instead I stayed.. stuck. Tied.  happy in my oblivion.
I watched my stranger swim into the darkness.. perhaps back to his clandestine island in the Gulf somewhere.. back to his mistress.
I stand with a restriction of my own now and a cloak and dagger to protect me from the darkness and save me from drowning.
Fare well, Stranger...
Hello, sound lover.

My thoughts speed up as my heart slows down
The echos still ring loudly.
The children running round and round
All the mothers smile proudly.

In the shadows lingers horrible things
Of these there is no stopping.

The fathers leave for work, the kids to school,
and the mothers all go shopping..

Each doing their own thing
not a one of them are expecting.
That beaten soul that cries out from the shadows
To each one of them it's beckoning.

"Come to me"
It hollers out in a safe and care free tone.
Searching for the only solitude
this soul has ever known.
So they follow, time and again
finding a friend in this dark wanderer.
But it's never long before the numbers multiply,
and along comes another squander.

How perilous the acts of these grave souls
as they waste their lives away..
If they had resisted temptation and found solitude in themselves
they never would have gone astray..

Mindless drones gather together to defend their rights.
Fetus growing in a mother's womb, fighting for it's life.
Here I am laying in pools of my own ***** matter,
regurgitated words resting at my feet. Dribble Drabble.
"Yuck"
I know.
My eyes are open now to the world as a whole.
Like a newborn infant seeing the world in color for the first time.
Pity. Now he suffers the chance for the inevitable loss.
You? You gave me this.
I? I will not give gratitude to you, fowl creature, for something I hadn't the chance to refuse.
Now I see the trash meet the man made pools of pollution
The garbage piling, PILING,
The roads winding, WINDING,
THE LIGHTS BLINDING,
THE TURTLES DYING,
and your face binding.
Oh, I HAVE played my own hand in this.....
... I *****.
Never thought I'd wish so strongly to be blind..