Hope shall fuel me,
Hope shall fool me,
Hope shall create an image of the possibilities,
Hope is the denial of fact,
The disbelief towards the inevitable truth.

Lost my nerve
That's what I did
Not enough liquid courage
to fully admit

Parents stopped by
No warning in sight
Thank God it was morning
Not last night

Still no true definition
Guess there may never be
Our words to each other
Spread apart as the seas

Told you tell the whole truth
Nothing less, nothing more
When asked was I how to explain
After they walked out the door

Said wasn't worried
They haven't said a word
Thanks for clarification said I
Yeah, this line is still blurred..

Here, I dwell in no man's land,
On the flip side, there's men unwomanned,
They can be  a miserable band,
Desperately seeking a hand,
I read their profiles, for online dating,
Is this pulp fiction they are creating?
"Honest, sensuous, sincere men here,
Tactile and reliable," Great, my dears,
All searching for affection,
BUT, I want your ex's true opinion!
Can I have her phone number, please?
What do you mean she's overseas,
Like forever and permanently?
Oh, really, really, really,
What does your ex say about you, please?
Why complain about her to me?
Honestly, why are you unwomanned?
While, here I dwell in no man's land........

I sit inside my window
he sits outside my heart
he passed upon the cement
a heart that did not start

They could not bring him back
It seems he never was
there for me some how
but what I had, Twas

sometime ago he left
pain of windowpanes
call out beyond the glass
resonance that feigns

Tribute to his ignorance
mine, just the same
Do recall his beauty
though never gained much fame

It snapped shuttered darkness
left more dead inside
Some may wonder what becomes
of wishes we abandon, and hide

falling from the window
another sees his flight
marks a man forever
consequence so slight

superbly executed fall
and there lie all the parts
mangled broken ******
not one, but two hearts

I see it so plainly
still to very day
my love on pavement
It doesn’t go away

pain of windowpanes
makes no sense to me
cannot grieve today
bones and flesh I see

Please don’t give pity
it is not for what I ask
Just look upon this city
and all its broken glass

Friends
Someone you trust
someone you can talk to
someone who will accept
I no longer know if I have any
after today
I don't even know what to say
you betraying little *******
I don't know who to believe
you all tell me different stories
and all I need right now is someone to listen

The pain
never goes away,

it just hides
and waits.