What Crosses My Mind

  • Anxiety Rush

    I think the day was rather sunny, at least that I recall, layered in my own shawl a travesty of the fall of humanity. ~ Could we ever move in freedom if when we blink an eye there is the question why should we attempt design a kingdom. ~ When while a spiritual guide exists…

  • Dreams We Fear

    It happened again, you came back with a visit only to remind me that you were gone, not immediately, a list of occurrences needed to take place enough to have me find comfort in what might quickly disappear. Always that is the ruse when we feel least rejected then suddenly our confidence unravels at the…

  • Moments When We Dream

    We look for them in the heavy stone mindset of our lives, a gaze, a quick glance turns distant, when we are able to let imagination speak candidtor without words. We have our lives suggest efficiency what plans we have in store for future days easily swept by a vision, a light a peace drawn…

  • In Dreams We Cry

    ~ When I want to cry, yet I cannot, the mask will hinder my ability to cast a shadow upon my eye. While the world exists with little regard to handle the crisis I feel will always create my own why. I cannot return to what once was that world, whether we might know one…

  • The Blues as I Am

    I want to know one thing I want to know what it means to feel alright see I can’t really determine what merits being less uptight. Seems I live in a world that is slipping past me, every time I get a step ahead, the world seems already there. I’d like to be able to…

  • Out of My Head

    We are that little demon who infiltrates your head we second guess will say unless while the world ticks along. Instead of knowing why Instinct suggests it would involve your being wise initiate some newer worry in time our circle wound ~ Leave their lives alone, and wonder about your own, there’s plenty of time to find…

  • Trapped Inside Worry

    Falling drifting alone only confusion as walls thick encompass my senses, dreams I can only feel their trappings cold though rather inviting, carrying me in a slow descent purposeful with soothing draw ahead only the haze of sweet anxiety speaks to me as I fall further frightened in my dreams. What awaits my waking hour?

  • This Cave Inside My Mind – A Sonnet

    There is an open field in that we lie, basking in the clean air of denial. Winds sweep our emotions. Wondering why we settle in a cove, a sheltered soul. Scream across glistening open meadows feel the abrasive roots of harvest pull upon our spirit, weak, human fear glows. Waiting to ignite, with hopes we fulfill real…

  • Insulate My Dreams

    For without truth I travel a stray leaving no one in my path certainly avoiding their need to say I might once feel their wrath. If I might pretend that my world exist in a rich and fancy land straight away, my life unfurled; the lights come on, white sand. I only wish that my dreams…

  • Part of You

    I am a part of you, if you let me, I exist because of you, because you let me, and now it is time to say good-bye to old ideas, to former complements, to suggest we move on and better understand, our lives are meant for growing. ~ When I feel like I do I…