Dark Poetry Prose Poetry June 27, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

6-27-03 friday 9:26pm brick NJ

louder yet. as if decibels can alter perspective. shoulder harness feelings are easy to trigger. concealed weapons in the life of the living. handgun type moments fire suddenly. the victims and the gunmen hard to distinguish. the wounded and the survivors not so very different.

delete everything as if that actually makes it go away. places remember still. links still point to that which no longer exists. time will find the errors and obliterate them. time will make the changes that hearts didn't.

longer still. as if length has anything to do with it. hope kissing regret as if such a love could ever prosper. but logic isn't always the presiding factor in the courses that we choose.

magnificent and bountinful youth still portends. far from fruitful, but certain that it's useful. i lose you. then again i find you anew. i lose you every now and again. i'm used to. you get lost even more than i do. then it's new again. almost as good as when it began. but losing a little bit every time that forgetfulness divides. no complaints. just observations. no injustices to claim. just life. the progression of. cruel as it can be. just love and the giving up on. sad as it may be.

one more sip yet as if drunker could somehow make it less. silence commends me while life just shakes its head. i know i haven't lived for a long time, but i still would like to try it. i know that i've loved just because there was no threat. but i'd like to take a chance just once. if that could ever happen.

6-27-03 10:22pm brick NJ friday

you don't know me. you never can. touch can only go so deep and then you're left with the shadows that.

you never met. just a remantnt of. it's easy when. you always assumed you were the one who. but circumstance will sometimes fool you.

all the metaphors. so true. all the rhymes. so real that i. no lies. nothing said unrtue, but i still feel like we're strangers. something that could never cross that shakey bridge. too scared. too tmid. whatever. in the end it's nothing i guess. in the end it realy didn't matter. cuz whatever i was, was never something you really wanted.

it's all right. it's fine. cuz time teaches lessons that love could never hope to have. it's all right. so called friends. cuz life has her own reasons. cuz i'm not that naive. i'd always suspected. it's just love leaves little room for speculation. and focuses its efforts on reciprocation. love is stupid like that.

it's all right. no agendas. cuz friends are something always to be taken with a second glance. and life makes allowances for those moments when reason lapses.

beautiful and charming is all it ever was. a page to capture the living that i've hardly done.

tomorrow never had a place for us. and yesterday not something we can share. but those todays they won't be forgotten. those eclipses in life that made it all so different. you were so much a part of them. i hope it means as much to you or even if it doesn't, that it had its purpose.

the end never comes. just waits outside not knocking. pretending like it itsn't there. the end isn't something calculations can quantify. the end is just a new beginning, if it must be that i begin again.