What Crosses My Mind

  • Clowns Among Children

    We are a sad face To listen to our squeal We can never erase Such a psychotic wheel ~ They play their stupid games Each one cruel as another Doesn’t matter their aims Just a hypocritical bother. ~ I wonder what they imagine when fear is a constant knock Across the pond the whine of…

  • Sanity Left The Room

    Seems we’ve whittled ourselves down, there’s a bit of sadness in the air, the pundits are introducing nameless figures, afraid to give any more attention to hypocrisy. ~ I woke up today with a bit of a frown, though I did always think Jeb! a dare, He held to his principles always ahead of fixtures,…

  • Heads Explode

    When the summer air dries the mind, while the human condition  becomes designed, to employ an ideal, to suggest we steal each other’s value for the benefit of our own each mannerism, gesture from where found unknown. We only benefit by the knowledge of truth as that reality slides we belong long in the tooth.…