What Crosses My Mind

  • I Listen To Old Rock And Roll

    Moments in my life where the matter is my own, Trying to overcome a sense of personal grief. I reach to music to help define my frame of mind, Giving credence to melodic notes, my nostalgia. Oh the lyrics that do certainly bring me home, Traveling on the highways for decades of time. I remember…

  • Going Forward

    Seemed like an only option, how we live our next days. We held court with our demons, sparing little beyond judgement. We looked inside a piece of glass, gave us our own silent reflection. Where might we go then? We did ask with some nostalgic burden. How we measure going forward?  Love can intermingle with…

  • Silent Release

    While we might all have our hurdles, We keep them safe and out of reach. Later on in a cleansing process, We might wish for a better end. Though it keeps coming our way, This need to own truth in our lives. That time when words overspoke, And forever now we might be nostalgic. The…

  • A Quiet Resilience

    While I might agree, The tumble is my own. The way I choose to rise, Is what the books are all about. I just need to find a way, to define my chapters. Length really isn’t an issue, as long as the concept is love. We don’t measure compassion, just feel it and ask forgiveness.

  • Knowing Feelings

    Easier to understand, to function, forgive. When we can embrace an acceptance, and let them live with a silent grace, then we might allow ourselves to be. Moments might define ourselves, the ability to manage offers a solace we only understand in our release. Step inside the mind of an empath, and realize the secrecy…

  • Then there’s that chemical imbalance theory

    I’ve struggled with psychiatric medication most of my adult life. My first battles with depression were pretty uneventful, simply lack of motivation in a lot of avenues. I really didn’t know what it meant to be depressed except to hear the explanations – lack of interest, motivation, self harm, hopelessness. Those were all degrees of…

  • Quiet

    When lost in the rummage of getting on, of knowing why, silence can be an illusion. We will reveal only so much that anyone could feel. The remainder of those moments Guarded in secrecy. We will live our lives forever veiled in shrouds.

  • We Have Not Long To Love

    We have not long to love. Light does not stay. The tender things are those we fold away. Coarse fabrics are the ones for common wear. In silence I have watched you comb your hair. Intimate the silence, dim and warm. I could but did not, reach to touch your arm. I could, but do…

  • The Silliness of Time

    A little ridiculous, having too much of the same. When at the end of a thought, we anticipate coattails. Just being left alone would assure healing our soul. When standing silent in a crowd could that moment absolve our struggling anxious mind, then could we know our peace. It is that curiosity allow us a…

  • Safe Travel

    I’m torn up inside, trying to navigate the many facets of my humanity. So many of us are caught up praying for an intimate, calm landing place. Our islands alone have grown tired  of a routine sparks a self discovery. I have so many avenues to speak, all wishing upon their own layers. Only now…