If I...

Should live,

    To see the breath of my hope lived again, Nothing on this earth liberates more than living knowing you are dying, Seeing lucid dreams surviving after dawn's waning once again appeases twilight realm of obscurity of lines dipping reality between fictional memories and faction present moment tense of the human conditional treating of existence upon this earth.

    I'm sorry for the intensity, face to face via every platform of words people have told me to be... Be sorry for writing the words that no one's ever wanted to hear, No one ever cared about understanding the man behind the endlessly growing mirror of self projected by poetry, Be silent they said, Remain calm and comfortable for our heart's sake, Hate claims a wrecking ball floor dance bell's final toll over scenarios we'll never know... Because we fear a grave push over the edge of darkness what we don't understand.

    Thus the spell was cast, A hollow wage of praise eternal curse over a villain's words, An apprentice of penumbra the fades harbour a silent reclamation for his all inspiration amidst darkness, Left to apologize at dream's tombstone in the ever present cusp of too late's aftermath, Signs never waited for human stimulation, Appearing the world over courage won the moment's battle toasted the devil.

     Not seeking perfection of form in the universe to grasp not to let go, Light inside is a fairy tale nearly impossible to find even half complete in this life, So for love show off your moral code, Equality's genuinely denied to most but for brief moments of time, Broken is resolution of the heart's will to flex for anything but selfishness, A sad pathetic human condition induced by sedation for a parade of comfort, For the sake of a broken now, Projecting their past or hiding it amidst doubts of the future...

   Breaking my heart through poetry to inspire, Your journey in the here and now, To improve your character, your mind and grant you a smile in a serene moment of absorbing counter prose, Where we find only the moment of reading and feeling exists... All that matters is this, right now.

In earnest anticipation of,