What Crosses My Mind

  • 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…

  • When Society Chooses Self

    We do pronounce our selves in an elitist light, Always to suggest ours is the more important route, Forever drawn by goals to merit personal might We seem destined to burn, a wrath soon flames out.   When lives become the natural course of a purpose, Seems suddenly we chart a distance toward a freeing Way…

  • His March

    If by decision we choose then to grow, Circle of faith becomes our afterglow When certain the world is a whole state Might we in spiritual Grace relate. For though Heaven with Hell may combative Create constant a choice to ask plaintive, How shall a martyr seek sweet evidence While a near quiet heart leaves…

  • “I Read The News Today, Oh Boy” – John Lennon

    He always did have a reason to speak, when his lyrics would wind our mind, “Watching the wheels turn,” he seemed clearly in command of his time, While we the listeners would be in a constant trance, a mellow sweet remind How easily his lyrical mastery could make a dull afternoon be sublime.   Often…

  • Peaceful Resistance

    What led the world to respond, with not only a few, enough to stop the presses or perhaps filter the pond, that place with which he will empty he stresses.   There this movement spoke with urgency offered the eyes of millions to understand we are framed within our own clemency, to know the bounds…

  • Morning Ritual

    Cool haze of a morning frost settles the eye A sky has a limit and shadows do comply While I wonder in warmer tonal slumber cry Winds seek shelter seem to only suggest why. How is it a mind choose to travel this distance While away the morning if by given chance A mood is…

  • Inside are the Valleys

    With velvet landings our bodies float Across a horizon built upon time’s nature. That is the sordid truth of patience today To know to ask to suggest we all reveal A desire to give regal Her personal moat. To celebrate King and Queen will insure Our lives a pretty fare, a blossoming May Where lives…

  • Understanding Pointed Relief

    We walk inside spacious caverns of time always the bearer of stressors divine. We shed our layers to find an internal skin that sort that by blood some define as kin. We wonder out loud to whom the day belong if we stretch our need with salutatory song We cry alone aware that no one…

  • I Wonder About Sundays

    When as a child I would favor Sundays Dressing up we would join our neighbors I could wear skinny ties, look certain ways Then feel the smiles, in the shaded ambers.   In speaking a loud, I was often heard Felt a little wonderful to know my name Kept inside a sacred chalice so absurd…

  • Across The World

    We celebrate together in a charm A love in wonder spoken free With added tease in morning alarm The children horde their candy ~ Such little cause to worry of their greed Youthful ambition, the search The plastic spheres is only their need While the world arrives in church. ~ Inside the facade of precious…