What Crosses My Mind

  • The Beginnings of How We Believe

    I suppose there has to be a little peace, the mind in a restful state, oh and music offers a solace, an avenue to draw the heart along a wonderful path of sweetness.   I remember as a child there was this hilltop, can’t call it a mountain, but the anyway was the reach, a…

  • When Yesterday

    When we start to think about our yesterdays, we get scared, well some, me, suppose the words need only be self-directed, if validity is the goal of my game.   I contemplate my day before notions, those of consequence and reward, I try to recall the best, when especially drawn into the abyss of the…

  • Dad

    How close do we come to understanding where it is that we belong, when alone we sudden realize we remember a song, a laugh, a sort of posture always held true. If I could see you in the manner I feel you, would that be all I need. There’s so much more beyond the memory…

  • Later On

    it’s always a later moment seems we want to cry rivers flow to an eventual rise where all of our dreams lie. We haven’t figured out solution how some words might be callous ignorance while others have a natural heal. Timing seems a phenomena, for if right now, we cannot imagine an outcome, then later,…

  • Walks – Carpe Diem Special #194 A Trip Along Memory Lane

    would we walk in open fields in May while wondering ~ love a mystery sweet underbrush of thyme always asking ~ sudden were your moves me, naive in love, yet able to forget ~ sunlight surreal the fields, the open breeze you, miles away, gone ~ Carpe Diem special #194

  • We Were Younger Then

    When did we become, our father’s instincts, when our mother suddenly appeared in our gestures. How far did we travel before eagarly coming to terms with reality’s tease … Remember when ‘just kidding’ offered hope instead today, we reason with our legacy, suddenly twisting in the wind, feeling the result of a gale force slap in…

  • Hiding From My Tormentor

    I won’t allow you inside tonight, keep you just at bay, stay away from me you’re a fright always getting in my way. ~ I remember the first time you spoke, the words spilled out in chaos a defensive burden, a speechless choke the alarm of knowing my loss. ~ You took away everything I…

  • We Spoke of Clouds

    Ours were lofty plans no one ever understood that really was the plan ~ soft sunsets in woods we lay in one another’s arms playing with our moods ~ looking in her eyes seeing clouds in satin skies long before any lies ~ nature left us bare with little consequence – love dance within my…

  • Warm Face

    The mask we wear, shadows our lives, might be removed when close to home if we can see the eyes of those we love. Today in our world we gather in peace in hope tribulations, anxieties, unsettled reminders of our humanity, might be left outside in the cold unforgiving air, while inside our lives become one…

  • Outside, the Rains

    With only a few drops to touch the patio blocks i can return home again, to picture window mornings watching the birds sift through the rain in natural habitat, I do recall the street became gradually river like, creating the later streams in culverts home-made sailboats would venture throughout the city neighborhoods entertaining all the children…