What Crosses My Mind

  • 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,…

  • Sadly Reflective Horizons

    Sunlight streams really occur, in fashion Shant we deny views that delight humans Said orb of mystique meets satisfaction Smiles are a better scene, quiet factions. ~ Across blue pastel we color sweet soul Among people we love; we might dispel Actual love soothes rampant body whole Ask of peace, and nature may cast a spell ~…

  • When I Cannot Breathe

    There becomes a slight pang, grows with each sense of desire perhaps some might call it pain, yet this speaker would suggest a small fire. There becomes that need to understand, yet the clock ticks its metered reality, and the notion, the ideal, some aspect of hope, is filtered down again, to a one-time solution…

  • t-

    This is just a name, with an occasional ‘boy’ added, an utterance, an  endearment, a memory, a thought brings a tear today, to know this man who carved my childhood, my neighbor, my kindly soul who always could be found outside living a full life with a beautiful partner, tending their garden, living love. ~…

  • When Movement Stills

    A quiet day, voices around, my mind is in full motion, imagining everything I want to be afraid of, dissecting the morning I said hello, and the failed response in return, wondering about the future, starting the same rotation, again and again and again and I love to play this game, makes me feel alive…

  • Finding My Way

    While I listen, I watch hands that will flail, a purpose, a manner, a passionate desire, to know, to understand, we reach for our grasp, our cathartic tour through life, some sojourn, a journey, for some a quiet discard, from whence we came. I wonder though about hands, how defined are we really, where do…

  • 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…

  • While Waiting Nearby

    I watched my life fly across the sky, every moment, each memory, I might sigh, all the simple treasures just swept by, while waiting I was so close, just nearby. A vision of truth would tease me incessant suggesting a code of alignment, some cry for justice, I could brief in that moment deny my…

  • Learning to Hate

    I don’t know where it started, one day as a child, I think perhaps when they stole my bicycle, I hated that it wasn’t locked up, I hated not having any control, I hated the embarrassment of being vulnerable. I was only a child then, I believed in the impossible, I knew that anything could…

  • Why Love Can Speak

    We define ourselves by needs by the operative term of finding freedom, we might be the one that bleeds if while in action we lose our kingdom to the crusader, the challenger, the chilling antagonist. We question the rights and our own wrongs when trying to combine value upon a selfish agonizing scream unknown while…