What Crosses My Mind

  • Relentless Passion

    In hers a quiet world would she live Each morning routine an evening of peace. Sunrise walks with only love to give a family, her children, her silent release. ~ His would be a need for truth in her struggle to be she asked, a simple life Not this constant caressing a trigger shoot holes…

  • Predictable Love

    Hurting people line the streets tonight, much like any night across America, many years, so many lives lost, waiting to be heard, always a slamming door, the same is ever preset yet people tonight are saying this time is different, this ‘is the season’ says the reverend, Al Sharpton stirs the world acknowledges his verbosity…

  • Listening To The Trains

    I was listening to the rain outside, a steady rhythm of a soft spring shower the whistle of a train nearby, reminded me of a man I love so dear.   I have watched him grow his entire life a boy to a young man, such happens overnight I see pictures and memories and I…

  • The Monster

    He walked alongside, non-descript, hoping to be noticed in order to quell such is the pain inside of an insecure mind.   Started as a child, one day he lost all hope in the manifest of life over death, or the cruel hand of God in what we call a miracle, yet absurd, inside the…

  • Thinking the Essence of Man

    Who are we he said over a beer with a friend, troubled by the circumstance of a gender bending authority in his mind, yet in another’s an opportunity perhaps to find Grace between man and woman, to know some spiritual guidance will take our lives much further then simple rejection.   Oh, but simple is…

  • MLK Jr. – 50 Years Ago His Words Began

    I knew this man, well, my mother, she taught me to know this man.   i remember when he spoke, his voice was beautiful, a rhapsody of passionate words to speak to everyone.   A scared nation, completely aware of what really is hell, what was this man’s tell.   I remember my mother saying…

  • Faces On Demons

    Oh the (dark) places we go, if only Dr. Seuss could remedy all, perhaps the quiet abyss might no longer, contain the strength, the grasp sometimes inherent in my every step, the outlook of my day.   I sometimes wonder the strength of my addictions, are the reason I move slowly, perhaps in reason the…

  • Conservative Happiness

    I wonder sometimes if they all think, process, imagine, find futile, an effort to push a boulder aside. I feel the clammy stone of a permanence, both hands taking grip on a monstrous image, finding the will, and yet realizing it is not about strength at all.   When forgiveness occurs, we do find a…

  • When Thinking the Terrible Things

    While our lives are thought to be fragile, we count on those knowing moments, when in a sudden sort of sardonic setting, a cathartic challenge suggests we listen.   When ego is put aside, and humility speaks, such valuable outcomes refresh our mind, we with certainty begin to better understand, that vulnerability is meant to…

  • When Yesterday

    When we start to think about our yesterdays, we get scared, well some, me, suppose the words need only be self-directed, if validity is the goal of my game.   I contemplate my day before notions, those of consequence and reward, I try to recall the best, when especially drawn into the abyss of the…