What Crosses My Mind

  • Finding Her Gold

    We all search for that promised land. Whether it lives inside our imagination or truly does exist all around us. We have an asked upon urgency to live during a time we might dance away. Our fears are those we keep alone, that sometime in the break of day, we might reveal to that someone…

  • There Are Times

    Times when my life seems so redundant, nothing new or seemingly challenging exists. All the same, everything shared, a mirror. And yet here I am, nearly a decade suggests I’m still waiting for the answers, the solution. Why is it we rely so heavily on our burdens? A thought to me, may seem overbearing to…

  • In Silence

    I’ll spend my time replaying those moments, many in my life that mean nothing today. I’ll self examine chapters that write themselves while waiting for definition and conflict. The room is quiet, pretty lit up and  looking as lived in as I’d like it to be. This is my home, has been for years. I…

  • In America

    You told us you could do anything, gun someone down on the streets of Manhattan, become pro war to put a smear on the Nobel, create an abolishment of our voting privileges, deny any responsibility for your racist personality. – The president has the privilege of executive orders. He has swiftly destroyed governmental icons. Everything…

  • River Lore

    I was all alone. Me and the river, A sea of mystery below me. A soft breeze blew through let me feel the lake’s mastery. I wondered about the history of my rock let my imagination flow with the natural current. I could sit here all day along, Imagine those before me. The rock has…

  • I Can Only Be Grateful

    The days go fast, I didn’t imagine chasing sixty six would slowly ease into my past. Today I have a legacy to choose, one contains a history of kindness. Oh the pitfalls of loving our demise. Never would I have imagined, being an elder and unsure, unfulfilled. I’m told it’s up to me. In finding…

  • On Quitting

    I don’t know who I am. I lay in bed processing my day, all around a silence waits, some aspect of truth always feels like that fragment missing, incomplete sentences. I spend time listening, my breath is my exterior mark, insides trying to escape again. Everyday I tell myself, we have to go on now.…

  • Fighting Patterns

    Would seem a familiar road, the parallel to a previous time. Always there are reminders, crossroads we only remember. Once, when in the moment, we can remember a catharsis. Yet we so easily do ignore, the truth of our selves in praise. Instead, we rely upon the pain, always symbolizes a time. If instead of…

  • Finding Ground

    If when wrapped in confusion, we can step with a confidence. We might feel the crunch of snow settling a dangerous glare of ice. Everywhere it seems a general fear, those that we love trapped indoors. A wonderfully elegant neighbor, lives with his family in caution. Without his work badge and uniform he fears being…

  • Willing

    I’m waiting patiently to change my mind, thoughts do abandon all notion of peace. Truth does lay upon my burden as I do try to navigate my confidence. We are asked to maintain an elevation  of our well being, that sense of idealism. When kindness becomes an ultimate goal, how it is directed cannot lose…