What Crosses My Mind

  • Wise Repartee

    We like to be right, you and me, yes you, not me, only us, we all seem to never want to agree, instead, we’d like to be right all the time. or do we just want to be ok. A couple of years ago, I fought the urge to be wrong, didn’t wish to ever…

  • Rage

    An internal fire Sometimes when released Makes the morning paper Elsewhere it just may not exist. Or at least We try to keep it hidden, Although for some it is a ritual Sadly, the evil is forced upon their soul Such evidence, So often directed Their bodies become immune Anticipating the next blow, Sustaining all…

  • People Speak

    I wandered a million roads tonight, each with their own agenda, still looking with the same hope, love, need for survival, desire to know just what might be ahead of this slow train of actuality. A sea of humanity, always at every turn, miles away from my own comfort zone, playing out life in a…

  • Domestic Facades

    ( I write this for my blogging companion ‘Americana Injustica‘ though please think of it as a work in progress, much like the need to raise our awareness of the ugly nature of social injustice and peril in our society today) ~ I hit her again last night, it just happened, I didn’t think about…

  • Outside This Day

    Outside the whistling has begun, reminds him of a time, tying lures and gathering sun, waiting by a river’s lime, hours of leisure to scan the water to watch the rise in spring while society in all of its bother cannot disrupt this life’s sing. Yet, when we are constant remind mirror spacious waters in sight…

  • When I Drink

    When I drink faded images appear, silent, moving, attractive filtered visions. When I drink that settled need, gnawing reality quiet departs leaving little love. When I drink, you certainly cannot know me the way, I know I’m sick. When I drink, the fog I seek envelops my soul, blurs drawn energy settles incessant. When I…

  • Whispers

    Draw me close you hear my words. The fear is real, leaving the notion of conversation a remote tragedy. I would watch everyone walk by until alone I could survey the remainder. That is when the peace arrives, when the whispers have faded into the concrete walls of an early morning encounter, testing my will…

  • Seething Rage

    I reach I touch you, soft skin delight. I cannot imagine otherwise. I want to watch you and cherish you, love your smile, reactive and giddy. I imagine a world in your eyes, and realize only, you need my love. Why rage? how do we defend the actions of reactive passion beyond the scope, a…

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    “When the sins of our fathers visit us We do not have to play host. We can banish them with forgiveness As God, in His Largeness and Laws.” -August Wilson

  • When the Shutters Close

      We live in normal houses in Midwestern America we are a concentrated, suburban, legacy long after we are gone our worlds will be memory. Lives have been led along facades, frames, fades. We need to recognize in a word, life isn’t what it seems. When I look at you across the avenue I debate…