What Crosses My Mind

  • Finding Peace

    Polar opposites, same wavelength, parallel universe finding an excuse. ~ Want to recognize people have habits means little to me so why bother them. ~ On the street corner he stood resolute looking only ahead alone we might exist. ~ I studied biology felt dissected again when all of the I’s came out to play.…

  • Crowd Noise

    While saxophone serenade melody, glance across the room, and the world is alive, with activity, purpose, longevity, we all seem to want a similar drive, waiting for the sunset, while just realizing the crisp morning of a summer day, we are living without any regret, sharing our lives together with coffee and a gentle sway.…

  • Sunday Morning Ambience

    Sunday Morning Ambience

    Coffee nearby, always seems a staple, how we begin a new state of mind. We could recognize ourselves as just part of the game, yet, there seem to be so many games afloat. How do we choose, the path, when Frost spoke of least resistance, how do we now return to his wall, to decide…

  • Coffee

    Coffee. Let’s start with an average day sunglasses, scarves, sweatshirts, scenery books, and newsprint, magazines and thick look. Well, kindles and IPADS, laptops – usually new smartphones, huge minis, air, and Androids with no invasive notions happening today unless you sit nearby, then perhaps you get the look. Coffee always black, say it freely and…

  • Don’t let me die in a sidewalk café (inspired by an elder gent sleeping away)

    When the sun begins to set if you see me Slumped over and holding onto my knees While the world continues to pursue real Life situations that matter to them today ~ Don’t let me die in a sidewalk café The embarrassment of caffeine on My blue jeans while everyone stared Would be too much…

  • Coffeehouse Moment

    Do you mind if I sit here I mean No one seems to be there Except you I mean Nobody might imagine though Your jacket Your newspaper Your purse Your additional cup of coffee Clever ploy To create an identity to protect your own I mean All the soft chairs belong to you for the…

  • Intellectual Stimuli

    That conversation You know the one that happened A late night Perhaps coffee after scotch Drifting eyelids, and buried yawns When suddenly A word, an argument, a philosophy The vitriolic radar stands at high alert Let the dialogue begin Whiskey driven diatribes and minutes become hours Smiles, and laughter, and pronouncements Maybe even a clever…

  • Morning coffee

    I wake quiet feeling the sunlight watching windows where hours earlier – reflect my inner soul. a coffee is near by emanating a deep roast as morning begins to take shape thoughts returning while mystique’s slumber slips away task upon task upon how might I respond today and for a moment I glance into the…