What Crosses My Mind

  • Summer Daze Alone

    A familiar air, cloudless sky, Listen to the sounds of a backyard, tree trimmers, grass cutters, BBQ-ing neighbors, listen to the children with innocent screams nearby.   He would understand, their natural allegiance to the land around them being an open playground, his own did the same, decades earlier, on similar days, a cloudless sky,…

  • 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…

  • Depression Seldom Defines

    There is a part of me remains inclined to let the world imagine me undefined. That’s originality or our quest toward individuality. What’s my reality, I’ll tell you only if you listen to me, but there’s the struggle, the obstacle between knowing and telling, is the inherent nature of a sadness overcomes our own desire…

  • Searching In Manhattan

    Though it is that place I wish to be, I’m lost inside my own travesty. As well I seek solace amongst masses hide within a world of classes.   Such is imagery of teeming lives caught inside streaming archives. Where alone a face in the crowd somehow is always allowed.   I once read a master…

  • 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…

  • In A Short Minute*

    Life ends simple bitter finale minutes before our ideas thrive in the mind of the present For the nether a mystique in soul, deep resonate despair. We want control of that scope beyond, infinite magic. Sweet mystery is love, realistic to the wakeful eye, more impactful in fear, when our lives become measured. A life spent…

  • 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…

  • The High Road

    Sometimes there is a wonder in the air, how to achieve a certain peace, that evident nature of discovering where our best intentions find release. ~ While outside our circle we witness resolve, the world awaits the next solution, that quandary exists we cannot easily solve, yet seek we do peace in absolution. ~ I…

  • Ode to Truth

    I struggle a day can change weather is so fascinating long before predictability, when last night I believed I was clueless to how life might impact this moment. As I stand here now, debating the path to challenge no longer is there an evening stroll, the casual nature of the human condition, now put to…