What Crosses My Mind

  • Wanting To Be Struck Again

    Gray sheathes of dark matter waft upon a soul in peril In the Heavens we gather all of our apparel. Once before I could cry now today cannot figure out why instead lay my heart down to this struggle a constant reminder of how life can truly boggle the mind. Tossed under the evening dew…

  • When Walking

    We choose a step, a cadence, a pattern we may distinguish as our own, yet we always have knowledge, of our predecessor, our previous walk. When someone is borne of ambition their ideals, point of reference seems rather fascinating to the observer, so magical is idyllic inspiration. ~ We have options we often share with…

  • Trying to Focus on Home

    There’s this thing happening, on the streets of my neighborhood, there isn’t a name really, just a lot of confusion. ~ Oh some like to call it inalienable rights, others refer to the strength of the NRA. ~ Whatever the cool language of the day, what matters more are the continued loss of life. ~…

  • These Keys

    In the woods, the wilderness evokes a sound of rustling, twigs snapping, a breeze through leaves that whisper a reality we cannot pretend away. Instead we listen, we joy in the simple nature of the forest in its pristine state, always waiting, forever growing, letting our lives appreciate its pure self. This is a key…

  • Shadowed Dreams

    See there is this world, many do not ever understand or realize a place of shadows, shattered dreams that leaves shards to be again, found aligned, yet, the energy to recreate such imagery, often for some, unforeseeable – impulse takes over, leads the way down dark caverns of illicit response to needs, the waking is…

  • Choosing An Edge

    Republished on the recovery blog: Dan The Story Man I’m an addict, my therapist told me, edges are fun. When first I discovered my ‘affliction’ as it is oft times referred, I chose anger first to help unveil the true emotions buried. That was certainly the beginning of a long relationship with denial, many edges,…

  • Twilight Speaks

    I wait for these moments, clearly, when some how I begin, there isn’t a way to describe the need for expression to find an outlet that feels right, feels just almost like a fine thread being needled through a canvas, an artist’s sketch, a Van Gogh perhaps in the mind of that person creates the…

  • Where I Stand

    I’m deep in the literal woods, Trying to find my peace, My day has been full of coulds Now just left in time’s lease ~ I haven’t a notion how I got here Today, while minutes clicked I did have thoughtful lives near Until nightfall’s candle wicked. ~ A simple human being capable above All…

  • 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…

  • Step Inside Pain to Glance Upon Vistas

    Without warning shooting stars mind loss while receptive realistic stomps upon internal psyche without pause, continues battle while the physicality of force suffers under the breach of loss. ~ When so locked into rage how can we sense love is truth to follow our hearts again and again. Where do we find the energy to…