What Crosses My Mind

  • Faces On Demons

    Oh the (dark) places we go, if only Dr. Seuss could remedy all, perhaps the quiet abyss might no longer, contain the strength, the grasp sometimes inherent in my every step, the outlook of my day.   I sometimes wonder the strength of my addictions, are the reason I move slowly, perhaps in reason the…

  • Traveling Alone

    Oh, tell me good stranger the outcome of time, When one solitary sign might feel inclined To wonder about life in all of its travail, Is it true a compassionate soul is virtue.   Or are we perhaps a mockery of our time, Imagining only the fantasy of the mind. How often do we find…

  • Conservative Happiness

    I wonder sometimes if they all think, process, imagine, find futile, an effort to push a boulder aside. I feel the clammy stone of a permanence, both hands taking grip on a monstrous image, finding the will, and yet realizing it is not about strength at all.   When forgiveness occurs, we do find a…

  • To Know The Right Way

    Oh, to go beyond the grasp, the tangles that keep reminders alive, there is the mystery of the mind, what to turn off, what to feed, what to settle in, so that moving forward seems a reliable resolve to the repudiating repulsion of time.   Yes, without speaking in tangible terms, leave it to the…

  • Sometimes I Stop

    There is that occasion when the world evolves, and I, for the sake of I, stay static, I stop, I don’t smell  the flowers, or even walk in the humidity, instead, I am frozen in time, wondering just how many hours will drift past my eyes before I can know, before I might understand, why…

  • 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…

  • In Shadows

    Where my reality lives, I sometimes never know, depends upon the breathing, a slight rasp might mean finding an edge, a smooth inhale is the sign of reaching an end. I do know though, when I glance to my side, in a sunlit morning, I can see myself, that part of me no one might…

  • Eleven Years

    One year, still seek solace, though the smiles all around the centerpiece seem more welcoming, more genuine, who’s the real one now, everyone laughs. Year five, more celebration, no longer dragged away, suggested change, a new day, let go of previous pains, set forth with a personal gain, slowly. Year ten, a gracious reality, this…

  • So Long Ago

    I can still stand there, feel the pain, realize just how close I can become again. Take a drink, the slow heat flow, there’s a certain sense of clarity that first drink blossoms a facade, dropping money on a strangers table, a release of tension, letting go, taking one day at a time. There’s such…

  • Second Chances

    We’ve all had them, known them, witnessed an account, wondered about our own. We delight in opportunity, look for an opening a way to move our ego beyond that of nature’s sacrificial lamb. When witness to change our actions become an exchange for the former self hoping an eventual transformation might give our hearts pause,…