This is just a quick blog to recognize and thank the wonderful ladies in my life. In a time when loneliness could destroy me, these women have come through and been the pillars of my sanity, grounding me in reality though my mind is a storm of doubt, loneliness, and fear...

Thanks Lucy, my beloved truck, for faithfully accompanying me everywhere I go.

Thank you Louise, my keyboard, you respond perfectly to my fingers, reminding me that I know how to touch and feel, and saying things I could never say without you. Our relationship is young, but passionate and infinitely enjoyable.

and to Elise, my guitar, my oh my how beautiful your curves and sweet your voice - often my traveling companion, and the lady who reminded me that music never lets you down.

these sweet women, though much less romantic and soft than a real human lady, are very much bastions of hope and they protect the love and hope that I want to give to whomever shows up to help me tread these waters, and to walk ashore in love and peace. That lady will have much to thank these three for keeping me sane and keeping me hoping for romance and companionship.

it's often the little things that keep us fighting to surface when otherwise we would drown..



here's another of my poetic ramblings as well; since poetry is not very marketable these days, i'm thankful there is a blog world out there. hope someone enjoys this or realizes that someone has gone through the things they have... loneliness will be overcome in time. never give up on hoping that someone will find you. out of the 3 billion or so of us out there, someone somewhere knows what you feel like...

Feathers Underwater

where does loneliness lose my trail?
where in this world does hope still prevail for me?
with whom will the noise cease to pound against my soul
like quarter sized hail leaving pain like hot coals?
the wind strips through me;
isolation trying to undo me;
and even my own mind hurls insults and accusations.
I'd give everything I ever thought I needed to know
for a few intense months with some intoxicating soul;
my mattress I'd trade for a hand I could hold -
the shoes off my feet for two arms open wide -
see all this junk; the things that I've wanted;
the things that I've wasted and the things I have flaunted
are like feathers underwater or a firehose in the sea-
to someone who has no one with whom he can just be.



don't ever give up. faith, hope, and love - always