What Crosses My Mind

  • Solace in Rejection

    Haunting, perhaps a notion, angst, some feeling of fear in the pit of my stomach, that which I never want to return to again, yet, I haven’t a clean slate, I have human condition instead, matched up with societal choices, favors, friends, family, all the different values of our history, that open the doors, and…

  • Dreams and Depression

    A typical day, waking up to wonder about life. I don’t awaken to a desire to mow the lawn, am not preoccupied with staining the deck, haven’t a lot of need to define my weekend, but figure out why? Yes, that is a daily preoccupation. I can fight the will to be happy better than…

  • Feel For Others

    Inside this cavern of empty notion, forever drawn by a mystery, some landing point I might not reach even in my wildest dreams, fantasy, surreal again, that visual desire to know just why world events occur with patterned philosophy. ~ When I do listen to the news, a horrific shooting, some random loss, a question…

  • Up to the Fight

    I’d like to meet the challenge you present whenever the feeling is right. Vague, gradual release of energy, enough catches anyone off guard, slowly seeping inside a comfort zone, slithering past any roadblocks, and the wall has been made, well constructed, high to the eye, that eye, no one else needs to see, as long…

  • Anxiety Rushes

    Waterfalls, rolling boulders, cascades of sand and dirt, imagination trying to tie ideas together, the collapse of a building at the hands of man, such is decisive harmony. Well then speak to the ills of human kind, those results of interaction, quiet moments of reality in a crowd. Tell me about your gatherings, which might…

  • Rest Quiet

    Forget the burden of wonder, the appalling nature of discovery, that moment when our heart rages with a fury of emotion, pulsating, your chest aroused to such a level of anxiety, one cannot recall a calm. It may please you to know a comfort level awaits one the surge of the moon’s tide allows the…

  • While Waiting in the Wood

    Just then, The skies turned grey Everything I’d said before Seemed to be coming true. Even if I tried to lie, There wasn’t anyway I might Get you to believe I didn’t mean any harm. Problem was I did, And you knew so well, I hadn’t any idea why I didn’t see it, Didn’t care…

  • A Serenade Toward Living

    We have this outlet, called mortality, yet too often we forget our ability to function, is based upon shared love. ~ We hear the stories, lost in the mix of pain and suffering, choosing an outlet, even more destructive than ourselves alone. ~ Seems clear at the moment, when someone else unravels, allows themselves a certain,…

  • Letting the Blues Speak

    Sometimes I stare at a blank wall, I mean I really do, could actually describe the texture, cold and sort of metallic gray with a never ending mass, invisible to the eye, your eyes of course. Those of you that walk around me, seem able to walk right through, and when on the other side,…