What Crosses My Mind

  • Life Is Not A Ploy

    Though there would be immediate disagreement in one, quiet satisfaction in another, in the final hour, one would realize if they did stop to glance, a world beyond their own device, would, might still exist, and in that social fabric ignored, a pain, a fighting soul whose rapture not found might emulate the sorrowful nature…

  • MLK Jr. – 50 Years Ago His Words Began

    I knew this man, well, my mother, she taught me to know this man.   i remember when he spoke, his voice was beautiful, a rhapsody of passionate words to speak to everyone.   A scared nation, completely aware of what really is hell, what was this man’s tell.   I remember my mother saying…

  • Mother

    A heartbeat. A cradled affection, a sense of worry is unconditional, she will always remember that one time.   Oh while the years pass, many judgments, a currency of opportunity, an aesthetic realization that depends upon her eyes, she will always remember that one time.   We willingly recall, the time she managed our innocence…

  • Caring We Bridge

    Known to stifle affection would task dire, What shallow ponds could derision aspire. We, a grateful, compassionate being So frequently forgetful, less trying. If empathy a gold mark, imagine The onslaught, the minion engine A cavalcade of pure entanglement Would wither away in sorrow’s lament. Oh to recognize beauty in caring, Step inside a giving…

  • The High Road

    Sometimes there is a wonder in the air, how to achieve a certain peace, that evident nature of discovering where our best intentions find release. ~ While outside our circle we witness resolve, the world awaits the next solution, that quandary exists we cannot easily solve, yet seek we do peace in absolution. ~ I…

  • I Have This Friend

    Cares about people, sacrifice, will go that extra, sort of realizes the game, wants little recognition, doesn’t really need validation, just wants a good sense of healing. Sound familiar right, the sort of ‘friend’ we sometimes envy, not looking for a lot, except the well-being of others – sure there are accolades, people love to…

  • Speaking of Language

    I know that when I looked at you, a new interpretation of purpose popped into mind. I suppose it was the color of your hair, the manner by which you tilted your head, how the afternoon sun might light up your eyes. I wondered about our lives, where we are, how soon we can come…

  • When Relationships Collide

    This is meant to be a good thing, the aftermath is peace, the initial impact, an unknown force, bringing bodies together, perhaps mind and soul, hadn’t ever imagined a crossing point, where lives could offer a solution, a peace, again, a nuance of learning of wondering of hoping of … listening. We are compelled to…

  • Whose Fight Is This?

    When did the word respect become a distant memory. Whenever the wind blows a certain way, do we have to only comply. While a thought crosses the mind of a quiet soul, we might think of another’s low. ~ The other afternoon, I noticed them gathered together, realized their fortune to be each other only…

  • Falter Freely

    Would that I might understand the freedom of error that part of my life I seem to want to always forget I will indicate no survival from this constant terror, the holding of my human condition might I beget. ~ When just yesterday I smiled and laughed out loud, tonight again will this tunnel vision soon…