What Crosses My Mind

  • Hang Onto Dreams

    Oh how we do experience fallout letting our safer dreams fade into blue the light of day soon cast away from view. Eyes begin to lose life tossed about   in the mainstream; an acceleration of a mechanical nature spans time. (imagine lives driven only by rhyme). We saviors within our own affliction   must…

  • Wanting Relief

    Last night I listened to the winds howl in melody seems they were speaking, warning of a parody. So quickly our lives, my own, grooves self importance wanting only to observe, less patience more chance.   I speak in my head a constant life of simple romance that sort that would suggest our lives live…

  • Twilight Conscience

    Swift breeze is nonchalant to a unique settings. Silent hour forever in the mind of an observer, a starry horizon will stretch a furthest minute to give benefit to psychic appraisal of reason.   Stand awake in time a twilight enhanced howl whereby our lives will in natural light return. For the moment we might…

  • A Distant Child

    In a quiet state I would recognize the distance Between the now of experience toward childhood We might wish to have a redo on pain if we could Seems a simple prospect to imagine all is chance.   When returning to some original memory in life Oh to know the patterns that drove our own…

  • Pieces of Me

    Wish I could find smallish memory wrap them in twine drop them in the sea Then might my eyes witness some effort now questioning why an absorbent support Will their history rather sink than float farewell this century shadowed life he wrote Above water may I not abhor Pain left living on the ocean floor

  • Walk In The Woods

    Shelter immediate a quiet reaction in a forest, knowing only the carved humanity gave passage inside a wood, a seasonal fascination with nature.   Such is the beauty of a wilderness a recognition of some humility the animal life, vegetation and looming trees that spoke to an ancient history.   Wonderful is the breeze circulating…

  • In Fields of Memory

    Cast eyes upon mellow, a sun streaked sky. Choose to know a spectacular sunrise knocking upon lives in a quiet wise manner speaks to answering only why.   Once, while regarding, ponder truth in life for a people know safety in number a song, memory, sound to remember follow the sky, in meaning beyond strife.…

  • Glance into The Morning Fog

    Watching tree limbs bask in the morning fog Their own shadows hidden from naked eye We, the observer might question why Silence in storms, listen a croaking frog.   A world exists speak natural balance Deep in the wood, horrors of life aside Humanity breathe where watcher reside A home is habitat for those who…

  • Summer Dreams

    Wish for a chance to capture such beauty As lights our horizon, an accentuate calm. Satisfy urgency, sweet like the palm Solace upon heart sought serenity.   Silent eyes seeking accessible paths A walk is meditation in such air Having found freedom, surreal is where Let go of resentments, wild wanton wrath.   A forest,…

  • A Circular Rhythm

    We draw circles around a mask, our lives. Each path we give another sweet facade however might surmise such actions odd. For we do covet a straight line that thrives.   Such is a world built as linear lines meant for a passage without a defense. acrid is a shelter by those who whence internal…