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…

  • Poison’s Touch

    Breathe a sweet ardor travels inside mind’s eye, wishful, wistful, desire fleeting, a want speaks of love, what we know sometimes not the same, what we will could then become what we are when the shadows disappear, the shades are drawn, an empty glass display case shatters in the quiet night of our reckoning. ~…