They say there is a stone that tethers the heart.

A stone that calms the mind, even in the most horrendous of storms.

A serenity stone.

We have spent centuries searching for this stone.

We have written letters of hope, expecting word on its whereabouts.

We have chased after those who appeared to be the stone, but they only proved to be jagged daggers of glass, white-hot and coated in venom.

They break at the slightest touch.

Yet they say there is a stone, one that is unshakeable, immovable.

A serenity stone.

We are in dire need of this stone, but with each passing day, we believe that these tales are mere fantasy.

Where we believe there to be hope, we find only torment.

Where we believe there to be solace, we find only cold abandonment.

As time marches forth, we are surrounded by those who have found their stone, and our mind grows darker, and hope withers away.

They say there is a stone, one that will not abandon you.

A serenity stone.

But we cannot find her, and we are slipping into madness.

I most certainly did know Joe
He was my friend you know.
I knew him for a decade or so.
I always enjoyed the Joe Show.

Joe was rather different,
Sometimes even diffident.
He got in some predicaments,
But I was his instrument.

I called it the Joe Show because
Joe was sort of like Santa Claus.
When he came into a room
He would disspell all the gloom.

It was hard to outshine Joe;
The coolest guy you could know.
He was the best of friends, so
I should have told you, Joe don’t go
But I was clueless, I didn’t know.

All of the good times we once knew
All of the silliness we went through.
So many memories of me and you.
Who can predict what fate will do?

Joe made me feel special,
Like I was living in a serial.
He was usually amenable.
Sometimes ministerial.

Now I have no more time to go
I never told you I’d miss you so.
I just couldn’t because I didn’t know.
I never got to tell you, Joe don’t go.

Pass me a torch,

And watch me set the world on fire.

Because I am a whole body full of gasoline.

A human being made of fuel, just searching for love.

A desperate lover with fire burning within, looking for a companion.

A hopeless romantic filled to brim, hoping for someone to burn forever with.

Because I am a whole body full of gasoline.

And I'm just waiting for the perfect "match."

Life is the most stubborn unrequited lover

How melancholy it is to love something so unconditionally but to
wish she would love you back and
give you another reason to love her

Instead, Life fights my love and
makes me want to give up -
on myself

I carried my burden
Sat at your doorstep

Contemplated a thousand excuses
to not turn to you
to walk away

You opened the door
finding me at your knees
scratches and broken bones

I sank in to your arms
The burden lifted

You are there
Even when I am not here

My companion has no clothes to speak of -
no odours, no form, only shape from being
born from flat ground - transparent in the round;
an open guide that pulls you from the inside
to a new plane not seen before - straight
thro' any solid door; where is this place
I've been escorted to? Encouraged and
gently led a long way above my head
seems familiar a a long time ago - the pace
of life here is very slow, timeless
airless, a pale hue - my Fair Isle pullover
must be a clue; seem smaller now
everyone taller just as ghostly friends dance
It appears that I've been given a second chance

This one time I had friends,
It was cool, I guess.
I thought I found a soul mate
But she was a mess.
She over thought everything
She was always misunderstood.
I broke through her walls
And did everything I could.

This one time I had friends
You could say that it was neat.
I hung out with this artist girl
She was the coolest thing you'd meet.
She had all this potential
But her folks were really ****.
I tried my best to help
But I guess it was a miss.

This one time I had friends
It was almost kinda great.
This other girl I knew
Had to have been by fate.
Eyes as green as emeralds
She was always so much fun.
They say green stands for envy
I guess so, 'cause I was done.

This one time I had friends
I suppose it felt pretty good.
I tried to be the best
And show up when no one would.
She had poor self esteem
It started in her childhood.
We'd been friends for almost 16 years
That's probably longer than it should.

This one time I had friends
It was ******* awesome.
Then there was this tiny girl
And I should have used some caution.
She was the coolest girl I knew
I was addicted to her energy.
We were really close for a few short weeks
And then she up and left me...

This one time I had friends
And I guess it was okay.
I miss when they were 'round
I wish someone would stay.
I guess I'm not the type of person
Who was ment to have companions.
But I think I'd feel a whole lot better
If I weren't consistantly abandoned.