What Crosses My Mind

  • When Childhood Seemed Innocent

    We would play, for hours in May, anticipating the summer day, those opportunities ahead that contained no worries, no stress, no school remained.   I remember our time spent on the court the roundball, and later building a fort we camped in the woods across the fields, we lived for all the beauty that nature…

  • Let My Tears Remain

    Please do not offer me solace, help me forget the pain I feel, imagine a different world too soon, in order to find a peace we all …   We’re crying I hope, I would like to imagine every household, each quiet ride in a commute, listening to reality rather than fiction, I would wish…

  • Clowns Among Children

    We are a sad face To listen to our squeal We can never erase Such a psychotic wheel ~ They play their stupid games Each one cruel as another Doesn’t matter their aims Just a hypocritical bother. ~ I wonder what they imagine when fear is a constant knock Across the pond the whine of…

  • While Understanding Matters

    In speaking out loud, one suggested, there is little that matters, mixing paint, the blend is a natural course of a process, one that’s surely been in place, long before our own, personal reaction. We sometimes play with dye, adjusting colors for our own benefit, philosophy, comfort zone. For when the artist, will display their…

  • Race Dialogue Matters

    Hear that, disparaging commentary, confront it today, walk away tomorrow, tonight, every day we hear something, close eyes, and imagine a beautiful sunrise, anything to move me, my mind, my attitude, my conscience, elsewhere. If we don’t talk about it, maybe it doesn’t matter as much, well, as much as, in a manner of speaking,…

  • Sanity Left The Room

    Seems we’ve whittled ourselves down, there’s a bit of sadness in the air, the pundits are introducing nameless figures, afraid to give any more attention to hypocrisy. ~ I woke up today with a bit of a frown, though I did always think Jeb! a dare, He held to his principles always ahead of fixtures,…

  • Supremacy Court

    Decisions seem beyond the concept of reality, or perhaps we speak of truth, our society, the world we seem to trust and find faith, is simply lost inside a hypocrisy. We are a country with mixed messages, mixed races, mixed emotions, all drawn together by the masses, those that seemingly decide our future based upon…

  • If I Might Grasp Society

    I would begin rather small, wanting to measure a pitfall, if I could grasp the world around me would that my mind feel free. ~ To explore the simple triviality of a generalized society. If I look at you wrong in public I wonder if the epiphany tragic. ~ When once we held out our…

  • 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…

  • A White Man’s Struggle

    I spoke of this in my classroom today, it didn’t make sense, I still haven’t figured out a way, to not seem utterly dense. I’m a White man trying to be understanding, yet every time I try I end up again, landing square upon my own ignorance and cry. I’m a White man rocked with…