What Crosses My Mind

  • On Sheltered Words

    If when I choose to lay my soul I’m careful to always remain whole then will the clouds ahead remain waiting with a vengeance innane ~ while waking again with a certain fear I lay in my space afraid of what is near I want only to be happy without sad reminders that eventually turn…

  • Beauty’s Repose

    *** In twilight hour when moonlit streaks in nighttime waves, sudden urges mount a heavy heart to wonder when, maybe how, in the brightness of day, the change will be made. Such round orb mentality skewed resource of fragile strength within the heart’s own organic timing, waits again for fear and indecision purveyors of frailty.…

  • When Moments Cry

    Heart felt emotions strong, lumbering, deafening. Body frozen, time on a pendulum swings away with little accord or any matter of poise. That comes in the morning when the measuring stick awakens the soul to a new reality. Even if one can cry to release the tension of hurt, to unsheathe the weaponry, turmoil in…

  • When Time Stops

    That sense of knowing there is a horror only looms ahead, a psychological twist beneath the surface longing and waiting, Every thought and notion and ideal dangles in quiet yearn nearby, Have you ever wondered about a way, a sign of heartfelt resolution, long before the incident occurs, the timeless agony clings to the moment.…

  • Whispers

    Draw me close you hear my words. The fear is real, leaving the notion of conversation a remote tragedy. I would watch everyone walk by until alone I could survey the remainder. That is when the peace arrives, when the whispers have faded into the concrete walls of an early morning encounter, testing my will…

  • I Remember Hallways

    I remember eyes wandering, hiding behind cedar posts, paying more attention to the tiles, until common footsteps might begin again. My bench in the center of two seas swaying toward and moving away ascending and crossing paths smiles and scorns tired looks, and glaring fear. I remember hiding in plain sight hiding in plain sight…

  • Night Tales at the Emergency Room

    Shaking, my eyes could not turn away, I wondered about that moment that life that reason that simple arrival without warning, her wishing no one might know any more than that instance of exposed reality. I wondered then whether it mattered to her. A family large and in love, I could see a respect beyond…

  • Twisted

    In the world of reason, we might often be heathen to the natural process, the value in what we obsess. A chasm of despair, is a step away from repair, unless lonely silent hearts, might know true their art. Once, in an active day, our bodies will feel so gay, our lives as we live,…

  • A National Opportunity

                    *** Shhh … Can you hear it? Opportunity … Yet, yes the wonder. How did we get here; Where might we possibly go! ~ Did you know some school yards will suppress a gathering of three or more. So in other words, leaving individuals on their own…

  • We Will Weep

    I cannot get the movie ‘What Dreams May Come’ out of my head tonight. I keep thinking about the beauty of pastels, our next life, world, human reality. A vision of ‘Dead Poet’s Society’ keeps running through my mind, as I see the professor walking his new students along the auspicious predecessors of their educational…