none.

sick and sad again
is it too much to ask the rain to end?
tired and lonely again
sometimes id like to stand on my own two feet
im so tired of lying in bed at night
wide awake with eyes wide open
feeling like theyre sown shut
there has got to be more to this than i see and feel
there has got to be more to whats dragging me down
if i could just figure out where it is im supposed to be
or where it is i want to be
maybe then i could get a good nights sleep
maybe then i could see

nothings like being held

its funny...
i've never felt so alone
but somehow
im fine with it
in fact, its perfect
absolutely perfect.

i have come to terms

all is new

green trees, wet streets
lonesome trains and neighborhood cats
no cactus, dirt, no rocks
no prick scottsdale cops
no house here looks the same
all is new
to the cold nights with raging wind
to the people on the streets who treated me like kin
to the cold bench on the waterfront
and the boats that go in and out
i love it all
because all is new

mlk day

i took a walk into downtown portland today
today is Martin Luther King Day
quietly, as usual, i observed and listened the downtown
a bit of depression ran through me today
feeling lonesome again
at least i can justify, not knowing a soul in the city
this city is windy and cold
absolutely perfect for me
i wandered into a mall that had an ice skating rink inside
i stopped and watched
round and round
fall after fall
they always got back up
seeing this made me smile
once i got to thinking
every smile i feel is because of myself
my own thoughts
im far past alone
all that rejection just falls right off me
times like these i say to myself
"thank god for making people and days like this"
Martin Luther King.. Martin Luther King Day.
thank you, because you were such a wonderful person
once again
i smile

peace of mind

i am at a loss of words to begin this poem
i can only see what it is ive been shown
alone not again, but always and still
my peace of mind begins to fill
my heart and soul of lonesome and desire
im only growing older, only to tire
if only a she could have seen
who i am
and what i am about
maybe she wouldve liked me
without a doubt
but i think like an elder
alone on his death bed
as i start to regret
what it is i never said
at least my pen and pad can capture my thoughts
the thoughts of a man who is lonesome but strong
nothings changed
same dance
same song
my significant other
my peace of mind

to Coyne with love

december again
how can i forget all thats done
the twenty second
this month weighs about a ton
this was my favorite month
of all the months that the year brings
but as life continued
i found myself alone and heartbroken

please
remember me for the heart i had
it can live inside you too

i'll never forget, your names not in vain
and i do remember
the last thing that you said
"im taking it easy, i think that you should too"
i'll try, thanks
god bless you

to the end with love

and i know, just who i am
its been told, i got the lower hand
but i know, its not always true
you see, its so much easier for me to be happy than you

all ive got is me
im just one with the sea
and i am completly free

so it goes, and so do i
lord knows, that i tried
whats done is done, and so am i
onto the next town, down the road i drive

all ive got is me
im just one with the sea
and i am completly free