Dark Poetry Prose Poetry April 18, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

4-18-03 friday 8:48pm Brick NJ

if i don't know what to say. if the rose should bear its thorns. if forever falls somewhere between that first kiss and the last. just remember then. you don't have to be it. just hold onto what it was. what it almost made of us.

if the moon hangs too low. if the tide consumes your castles again. don't write a eulogy. instead remember them fondly. be glad that lived no matter how briefly. be glad that it happened even if it just barely did.

i'll see you when dreams befriend. i listen as much as this life can permit. i'll see you again when the nighttime sends its mystical vision into my head. i'll touch you yet. i already have.

when the songs are too short they leave me feeling half empty. adn when they are too long i sit and listen anyway. taste the sweet confections of lovers and artists schemes.

if love falls somewhere between friend and enemy. if the stars can no longer speak. it's just life living. it's just hearts breaking. the endless chain of tragedy that is human beings.

if i don't know to say and instead i choose to write. if the memory forgets suddenly. it's only a symptom of life. of still living. if i send all the words that this heart cannot utter. if the moonlight should falter and darkness ensues. it's just the cycle of breatheing. it's only the result of years spent needing what never needed me.