What Crosses My Mind

  • Thoughts In Night

    2 o’clock in his pjs thoughts of her cross his mind What value is the past, when sad events present. ~ If for a reason might she respond the gathering emotion ducks in a pond. ~ They would migrate together he would land she smiles her elegant state together, no remand. ~ If friend might…

  • Agile Posture

    I’m 49 writing stories with the kids poetry and long sermons, soliloquy and rants, starting late it seem. The fall nights begin earlier chilly dawns and sweaters the cooling season with brisk winds They do change you see Fall winds, glistening rain sweat the leaves of summer drifting with the changed winds, fall winds.

  • A Banished Soul

    It’s been banished deep inside his own soul, a non-believer a decider. ~ While begging direction all seems a regretting inclusion. ~ Like this is supposed to happen common rants hopeful outcomes that then deliberately trip on ramps. ~ An all extolling soul would already, having seen the cast in whole stay at the ready.…

  • A Sunny Day

    Rays of light peek through shuttered windows shall the slats be opened or assure privacy, a morning of which one surely glows the energy blocked would be a travesty. ~ At my desk I look for inspiration seems the night put aside for the moment is more solution to dredging horrors inside. ~ If present…

  • Thinking in Frames

    If distraction were meant to heal then how in the world could we feel. We seem to believe we must move forward. How do we prevent not being so toward? ~ Wish we some peace when hell seems to thrive when each moment our pains echo our lives. Speak upon the courtesy of a fear…

  • Ventures in Easy

    To say that life is easy would be to make me queasy for we should know this, really, seems remedied easily. ~ Time has its failures masses of personality complete with ventures beyond our serenity. ~ i’m a hypocrite in line standing in line standing in line I’m a hypocrite in line ~ Would any…

  • I want to cry sometimes when I can’t find my rhythm a towering inferno either this or that. Which one really holds a pulse versus I will choose some easier road, or gravel or yes. I watched the weather one childhood afternoon in disbelief it cannot possibly be that strong with it purples and reds…

  • What is Inside My Mind

    Oh the trials and tribulations to offer little poignancy to the broader scope of the world. Yet, what’s inside, ticks, that part of why, the wicked and the resolute together finding a stream silent in the wood like a flowing dream the sounds and scapes give solitude. Some of my best stuff occurred when she…

  • Him, I

    She would look at him see through him see the blind before his eyes. Summer day, people’s way, and here would arrive the name of his common place. He could watch a sunrise in your eyes. I remember now, always laughing, bumming, tobacco in hand a gesture in kind, and yet one afternoon I could…

  • A Wandering Mind

    I wonder sometimes where it is I might go, if given the opportunity the freedom to walk away from everything mechanical in my mind. You see, there is a kind of volley of emotion we live by, we cannot forget or perhaps we wish we might be the one, whom always does need a reminder,…