Dark Poetry Prose Poetry July 20, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

07-20-04 7:30am tuesday

it's easy now. easy to. sit here like this. no wondering who. when or if. like the final snowflake of a great blizzard's remains. last to die in such a long series of deaths.

there's no more asking how. wishing when. there is no threat of time. only patience. desert skies all filled with sand. the sky and the earth indistinguishable as.

i woke up like this. not this morning. not yesterday. no. i just had my last dream with my eyes still opened. and when it was gone i let them close.

tuesday 7-20-04 9:37pm

how do you speak to yourself when alone allows. is the voice meek or is it loud? does it ask or does it tell. whatever, i wish you well.

all those images that life prevails. all splashed upon these hearts like tv screens. unscripted. frail realities revelaed. all those truths and lies that are often better left concealed.

the colors dance like lions in heat. all lustful for what we call sin. all puffed up with that hunger to breed.

we're not the same. never will be. we're not equal. sad to say. but true. there's the very poor and the very rich. and a whole bunch of people inbetween. and who is happy is anyone's guess.

we're not the same. never were meant to be. because everything needs an opposite to be what it is. happiness can't be defined without an antithesis. rich can't exist if there aren't poor people. everyone. everything is neccessary, but they can never be equal. and who's better off. hell, if i know.

how do you dream. how do you sleep. in beds of comfort as it so happens. never alone, but lonesome as you claim. shall i feel for you. shall i care at all. when the hour goes dark and i contemplate how hard. how hard it must be to be anyone at all.

my own words are not enough. these gaunt sentences touch the edge, but never hit the target.

i feel for you as i would anyone. but there are choices. for the most part, we do get to decide. there are choices. they follow us. and sometimes you just can't run fast enough.

i should care i guess, but it's come to the point where i can't do that for anyone. i can empathize, but, only so much and then, it just falls into the realm of people chose. they do. there are circumstances, but they are limited. there are circumstances. and if i could, i would change them. but there are plenty of choices you had that could've changed them before this.

07-20-04 tuesday 10:17pm

were you born or did you just never die. shadows flaunt their darkness. while i struggle with my sight.

did the placenta discharge. did they pull the mucous plugs from your nose. were you there when it happened. or were you somewhere else wishing you could find your way back again.

tomorrow is no friend of mine, but then who has ever been. lots of promises that melted in my hands. their candy shells weren't thick enough to keep the chocolate within.

and maybe i'm hard on. maybe i'm a little bit jaded, but does it matter in the end. when we both know the end is what's always been stalking us.

your life is yours. and mine is mine. what we grab inbetween are just moments. moments that we can't abide.

if you want love, then i've plenty of that. but it needs to be replenished. if you want a friend. i coudld be if i only knew that i too had.

i don't have an answer. don't have a any proof that life is worthy all the effort you put forth. i just listen and and wonder at how you know. how you know you want to live against all those odds that persist.

i don't know if you're noble or just stupid. but it doesn't really matter. i stil admire it.