What Crosses My Mind

  • Morning Solace

    We might the pain of waking when nightmares seem preferred inside the mind a constant turn this medley of dream will mix with morning dawn absence is reality tearing quiet the soul in utter confusion Yet the sun does rise even when shadowed within sweet grief

  • What Really Means Love Today

    Lately the news has been grim. We seem to be riding on this roller coaster of misinformation that draws our compassion in far too many directions. It really appears that on any given day we could lose sight of what is really important to us, based upon where we see our world headed. At least…

  • Depression Is A Reality

    A frozen state of mind, clear headed yet, stone-walled by fear.   When they speak of racing thoughts, it seems fruitless trying to slow down that progression, instead the eyes close.   While the strength of depression wreaks havoc upon vulnerability the body waits, an eventual light goes on.   Symptomatic to asking reality to…

  • What Rally Cry

    Standing alone, choosing alone, no dial tone, seems the last moments will bend forever the opportunity to glance ahead, beyond the scrutiny deeply laid inside the victim’s head.   and then …   There is the question of whose hurt is more measurable, the choice, or the outcome, the afterward, or perhaps it is the…

  • My First Experience With Survival

    It was the summer of 72, just beyond the previous winter, I would stay home, amongst my school friends, chums, the guys I hung with all school year.   Yet I didn’t know them, because the 12 summers before, when I began to remember, around the age of four, I’d spent elsewhere in a different…

  • When Healthy Battles an Excuse

    While it is surely our own decision to find the cure for the ailing sentiment, it is certainly our own decisive nature, can find neutrality in forgiveness.   Might we choose to be forsaken, mistake ridden, guilt driven, … shame … while the rest of the world motors on.   I once watched as my…

  • In Dark Corners

    There are these manners, they exist, meant to offer some respite for our inability to communicate.   Perhaps if in that sheltered concrete, fabric, wall of deceit we might discover some reason to associate.   The honest gentleman in the corner, holds a smile as genuine as love, yet there is fear in the eyes…

  • The Obituary

    I wonder how they felt it might read, summing up their life, in a nutshell, passing through all of the bad times, focus upon the good, the energy, the meaning, the society we live in deems the necessary truths. If we knew, would we then change our mind, if we could stand in the back…

  • I Cannot Move

    I try sometimes, my energy propels me to a different place, a satisfying luxury, less common than I’d like to be, yet it always happen, the current, the arms and hands and legs and the talons always seem to covet me, without asking I might suggest, maintain, incite, a certain flavor of dependency, speaks to…

  • Sunsets Will Remain

    While monsters in our midst, shed sallow contraband upon our mind, when gathering upon the storm, seeking shelter beyond the norm, there is that constant we might recall, a certain Grace in common language. for everyone is given cause to learn, in struggle, sunsets will remain.   We fight the crazies by instinct we know,…