Dark Poetry Prose Poetry April 17, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

04-17-05 8:36pm sunday

conclusions drawn in invisible ink. spurred on by the grinding cogs of need.

i am no further than you're willing to go. no closer than what you already know.

if in shadow you see light. it isn't always a candle. sometimes it's fire.

if in your darkness you should see a beacon in me. that doesn't make me one.

we may suffer the same ocean's rage. we might sometimes drift by one another. in that surreal world of self consciousness. carefully chosen words braiding the ropes that lasso us.

we're as near as we want to be. freewill insists. but desire. it is a prison.

04-17-05 10pm sunday

something different.

crows nest beside the engine. nestlings swimming in gasoline.

all fledlings will eventually leave the nest. but not all will make flight their exit.

i can't say. don't have the capacity to admit just how short my shortcomings are. just how little i beilieve in the people i claim to trust.

every life has some paragraphs that have a language of their own. only the owner of can decipher. and someone else whom they wait to arrive. who can interpret.

love is just a need not to feel so alone. desire is the fuse. hope explosive.