What Crosses My Mind

  • The Sitting Hours

    I always looked forward to the late hours, the night flying by with dialogue and absurdities, everything we could say we believed, and more importantly, we loved, We did delight in knowing we could look in each other’s eyes, well into the twilight, all of us, whoever might have chosen the time, or simply allowed…

  • 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…

  • I Traveled Back in Time

    It felt good to say hello to all of them, The flowers were in crisp spring bloom, The fields swayed with more romance than I recall, I remember the gravel road, The swing rope, and the river pool, just for you, There was a single cow liked to moo.   Last night I visited my…

  • Turning Toward Time

      When we race for that which we embrace, the notion of our lives seems to last forever, its when we let go, step off, rearrange, justify, we lose sight upon what is the actual time.   I know this person, they’ll go unnamed, could touch a heart suggest a part …   We do…

  • The Soft, Delicious, Natural Mystique of The Rains

    If I can stand in the water pouring across my sky, I feel the beauty of nature, yet this is peace, I am soft with my notions today, without pain, the quiet release is cleansing.   Yet, as these words do in a manner please me, I am saddened by the reality of the south,…

  • My World

    *** In this flight, I am the victor the wind is my guide, the waves my balance, the forest ahead belongs to everyone who might see a sweep of nature an envy of a soaring reality the world cannot touch except to dream Yet if we all might know tranquility … though as it appears…

  • 20 Years

    I stood on the corner concrete monoliths cracked surface scars held the past in shaded memories we created. Now time gives way to rooftop patios the sounds of live acts turned consumerism. I stood on the corner, looked at the faces, wondered if any age lines could recall my own youthful stares, the agony of…

  • Knocking On Doors

    I choose to navigate the open walkways, a common thread similarities in typical days places I dread. I wonder sometimes about certain choice if we might know just why it is we find the time to rejoice, however swift hearts grow. When a decision in retrospect is made we sometime slow realize that memory that…

  • While Eyes Remain

    Shapes and sizes, designs alter the world around us give us all indicative signs decaying lives incredulous ~ While eyes remain the key Sheltered in shadows we see ~ A cosmetic journey it becomes wardrobed fashion and trend we all know how love succumbs pretty lives in highlights defend ~ While eyes remain the key…

  • Love – for my wife

      Follow me to everywhere for my experience is alone lacking substance if I could share all that is good in your eyes with every new horizon setting sun distant moon that shines upon our natural being then we might continue as together share love’s bounty spiritual Grace belongs to hear-felt surreal beauty that is…