tyrant heart

So, I was tryina write a piece the other night(yea,I need a life and if you’re readin this,so do you) ,I sat down ,tried to put together the constant jumble of words that seems to clutter my ..errm….well,my perspective. I mean …I did have a sliver of an idea on what I was going to write about but what I failed to realise was that some ideas sound so much better in your noggin than on paper (or in this case, the screen). So I went ahead and typed away.Big mistake. After I was done with it,I read it,re-read it, then re-read it again for a good measure and all I could think was “fuck” !!!You see, I was tryina describe something I could never fully understand.I think that’s the worst one can do,try to talk about things one has no clue about.I was fishing for words,coaxing them,bribing them with potato chips even. Man,When you gotta think about something to write ,its gonna come out soundin all constipated.That piece of crap probably stank all the way to Timbuktu.Thank God (if there is one)for small favors,thank God for the “delete” button,huh? What would I do without it.

Now I don’t wanna insult your intelligence by making you guess what exactly it was I was writing about.If you know me well enough,you’ve probably have an idea and if you don’t ,well, congratulations. Anyway,Point is ,it bothered me some not being able to write about somethin I wanted to,When it comes to stuff like that ,there are far too many ways to pen it down .Words are clever little bastards,arent they?Always on the tip of your tounge,but never really there.Right,so there I was, re-reading the crap I had just spewed,feeling a lil’ sick(I’ve always underestimated my talent for bullshit)and then it struck me,I couldn’t write about it because there was nothin to write about,that maybe,just maybe..I didn’t really care enuff and that all it required was one word to describe it. “over”. Just like that …It was that simple.

Speak no more, oh tyrant heart,

You know you’ve had your say.

Let the silence drown your voice,

'fore the echos carry your lies.

Be gone, oh tyrant heart,

You had your days in the sun.

Let the shadows hide your face,

‘fore I come undone.