A companion can leave them empty
devoid of self esteem and scared
bereft of friends to call on
memories of good times impaired

A companion can let them down
unable to connect with society
make self destructive choices
choosing alcohol over sobriety

This companion is good for no one
better off finding another way
a path less travelled but more fulfilling
a positive memory from every day

Be their friend, ease their sadness
that companion is loneliness

There's one less set of footprints
upon my bedroom floor,
there's half as many clothes
behind the closet door.

There's a lonely set of arms
that used to embrace its pair,
there's one less person here
but one more vacant chair.

There's a heart that was once overflowing
and bursting from the soul,
but it seems that just a half
can claim the very whole.

Somethings can be mended,
but never replaced by another.
In empty beds we learn
how to live without each other.

Intense emptiness...
...lurking in the shadows.

Did you remember to turn off the light?
So that you may dwell in your sorrows.

She's travelled far, to the point of eternal fatigue.
But listen to those echoes, she is not welcome into the league.

A periphery, sulking on the outskirts
And those selfish souls will never let her in, locked in a lonely universe.

Locked lips.
Locked eyes.
Locked ears.

They laugh, sneer at her
As she dances in her little cage of doom.
But she shall not escape-

For this is her tomb.

I am dancing
With the loneliness
In my head.

The band has been playing
The same sad song
With different strings and notes,
All night long and
Loneliness and I,
Haven't stopped making love
To any of the rhythms,
Especially to the blues.

Somebody, please help and
Stop this cracked up, loud music
So I can take a break,
Just for few minutes,
Before I drag my tired feet to
The center of the stage and
Resume the madness?

I'm completely drained out and
I don't think I can dance
To one more blues song again.

And then it was June
And I cried so hard,
For it came too soon
And I was still marred
And stuck at high noon,
Incapacitated and jarred,
Shattered pieces all strewn,
Left but as a shard,
Unable to give — a deflated balloon,
While emotions bombard
For Sir Drum and Bassoon;
The Little Prince, I renard,
Untamable, inopportune,
Fighting inward, "En Garde!"
Him as far as Cancun,
Although in my backyard:
A full moon,
So high, I can only regard,
When I wish to cocoon
In this sweet Lionheart.

I'm a full blown monsoon,
Hoping for a birthday card.

her thin cries too delicate to tend
unheard by those she wants to hear
the words distorted by life's wind

a yearning that's never going to end
her heart song reaches no-one's ear
her thin cries too delicate to tend

how long for broken hearts to mend
the answer is one she cannot hear
the words distorted by life's wind

that story she can never now amend
is the burden that only she will bear
her thin cries too delicate to tend

she calls out and cannot comprehend
why she's too weary to even shed a tear
the words distorted by life's wind

in darkness she's desperate for a friend
distanced from all whom she held dear
her thin cries too delicate to tend
the words distorted by life's wind

i'm coming Home
& i know it's wrong,
but all i can think,
"will i run into you?"

our Love is unrequited,
& always will be.
you can't accept my God,
& i can't accept your gender,
or lack of one? i don't know.

i'm coming Home
& i will drive
through the hollers & the hills
of E.Ky, if only for the hope
of seeing you, even briefly.

i still recall the many nights
sharing music notes & secret dreams,
yearning to feel each other, to share
the same breath & the same mattress.

i'm coming Home
& i know i won't contact you,
but my only wish is that you
would read this & come find me.

please find me.

I am so alone
I feel like in a crowd
of unfamiliar faces
their long stares - so dark
and empty too
empty people
in empty rooms
in empty apartments
and I try to reach out
but there is nothing too
so I fall
and I crawl
and carry on
nothing can be shown