What Crosses My Mind

  • Finding One Door

    This matter of doors, talked about in quiet rooms, where two people, maybe four, three could openly speak closing doors, reasons why, open doors, easily cry for there is some certain avenue allows us all to find our way, if we choose to be the person we might want to speak someday.   I remember…

  • A Working Man

    I am a working man, with a verve, passion, a concept of what I feel is right in the vocation that I am.   I need to see the might of quickly drawn out ideals that give me inspiration, capture a full moon at night.   I watched her drive away her smile was something…

  • Always An Urgency

    We talked about the human condition, how certain tendency would remain years later, the same, decades of programmed imagination, falling into the same pattern some unforgotten imprinting of our soul.   Yet tonight as I stand here on the same ledge of forty years ago, I wonder what really has changed, oh there is the…

  • Fearing The Worst

    I remember the dreams, the constant reminders a continual tease, a surreal world of sidewinders   Each one with a story, a parallel universe would try to shake me, send me in reverse.   I could never tell if a person real or imagined, it was a nightmare the bottom was assigned.   Otherwise the…

  • A Terrible Week

    I found myself crying a lot this week. I don’t mind a good cry, it can be rather cleansing. However, this emotion I experienced had layers. It had begun early in the weekend, the truth of a sudden turn in my life had reckoned itself to such a degree I felt for the first time…

  • A Reaction of Feeling

    A young boy has been shot, he’s dead, a police force became another list, not the boy, no list attached, a living human being, now dead, shot to death, after wielding motive suggests he was suicidal, didn’t want a recital, simply wanted to die, or at least in the mind of a boy, thought it…

  • watching sunrises

    I do wonder about time, as in the morning sun while nearby the world did bathe in love as one ~ For in just that instant, no matter to any one agenda we might all recognize residence in love’s hacienda. ~ Could you crucify a neighbor who’d lost all of their hope if in the…

  • Losing Faith

    When unwrapping the sheer plastic skin surface shield a film we all seem to carry around we only release it when the time is right, we feel safe, compelled to take the next step toward independence from that which confines our resilient human condition ~ How quickly can we rush to the water’s edge, that…

  • While Morning Awakens

    When in the crisp of a fall morning, the scent of burning leaves nearby we might acknowledge own mourning passage, our yearn of a seasonal sky ~ Our lives in a constant profiled balance we cannot forget our own human being exists in realistic terms, not just chance, that our encounters have little meaning. ~ Much…

  • Real People

    Those that speak, believe, feel Those that cry, question, deal Those that travel deep inside a fear might discover there’s nothing there. ~ I once knew a friend, a true compadre she would tell me when I was having an odd day. ~ Last year I became resolute I learned how to play the flute…