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14 November 1994

Lonely is

lonely is having a puppy dog that
loves you and runs with you and plays with you and licks your face
who is your best friend in the whole wide world
who falls through the ice into the river and
has to be carefully set in a wooden box
that you're looking at as it waits in a hole in the ground

lonely is moving to a new school
where you don't have even 1 friend to sit next to you as you swing
and there is no 1 in the hall ways to wave at you as you walk by
and during class you must sit in isolation
speaking rarely and always holding back so many tears
that finally escape as you hold your head tightly against your Teddy Bear

loneliness is knowing someone
who really cares and holds you tight and smiles at you
who you talk to and play with and love with all of your soul
who decides that it is best to take another road
and turns to leave and then starts walking away
as you lie cuddled on the road side staring at the pebbles

 Here's one for ya.   go find yourself.   late again   skys passing wave raining clouds and offer healing sun   où es-tu   dim Mornings in the underground   memories   squirming on the bath room ceiling   open   the faces on the side walk pass me by   life and living   Song of Peace   from Time   the Mountain   My Father   so i painted a red cross on my chest   my living eulogy   my plastic house   alone again   frustrating   the Song of my heart as it grows and changes   In Dark Brick Dungeons   clanteba mortillia   Lonely is   my call to this Omnipotent generation:   friend (and, by now, even brother)   my PCC   Our Garden   Cognoscente   The Home   careFree   the Children   full moon   if I were a Painter   For You   Caterpillar March   Prison   As I Went Walking   Norwegian Cockatrice Lampposts   Departure   or   The Falling Apple   Peace