What Crosses My Mind

  • If I Might Grasp Society

    I would begin rather small, wanting to measure a pitfall, if I could grasp the world around me would that my mind feel free. ~ To explore the simple triviality of a generalized society. If I look at you wrong in public I wonder if the epiphany tragic. ~ When once we held out our…

  • In Succession

    How many times in a day must I try to overcome my mindful traces along the way those doubtful winsome ~ notions capturing my way I walk inside a foggy emotion stuck in some simple sway I want only to stop the commotion ~ If I listen to jazz on a Sunday night could it…

  • Why Do We Teach?

    We measure our lives for the children, whether we advocate whether we understand whether we accept whether we gratify whether we acknowledge our own defeatist frame of mind while trying to change lives along the way. ~ I faced an obstacle today, one that turned out represented a state of mind, a clear example of…

  • Do We Lose?

    When we let go, we leave behind a part of ourselves yet I do have to wonder if we ever really lose we certainly sometimes cannot return to the shelves of who we were, yet perhaps we do sing the blues ~ In that frame of mind, a good song can bring me a tear…

  • The Want of a Tear

    We’d like to believe we will not yet then it happens, a simple vision, a memory, a lyric reminds me of when … yet, there are times like these, a tear seems so far away, amidst the challenge of staying normal. How often do we lay out a facade in the morning, the right buttons,…

  • Blues Journeyman

    He would like to believe that he could, give me the right idea he said, let me sing a little melody, let me believe I would. Just trying to find my groove, I speak to this, and listen to that, I trust my instincts, and we all, we all know about that. ~ I was…

  • While Morning Awakens

    When in the crisp of a fall morning, the scent of burning leaves nearby we might acknowledge own mourning passage, our yearn of a seasonal sky ~ Our lives in a constant profiled balance we cannot forget our own human being exists in realistic terms, not just chance, that our encounters have little meaning. ~ Much…

  • Hollow Justice (child abuse ignored)

    We can’t know without holding truths, stand next to me, and tell me you’re ok, even though I already know, you’ve done something to hurt them. ~ We play a game of cat and mouse, trying to decide where justice results, in finding our own peace of mind, with judgment and scrutiny of other’s faults.…

  • My Bluesy Sunrise

    I was looking for that trigger, that motion, that inspiration, that somehow would let me again, I wanted to again and again, I wanted to play my keyboard, like the ivories that evade me, my fingertips in a rather svelte state of mind, wanting to tap the notions, let me unwind, allow my senses to…

  • The Journey continues … (prose)

    Tonight I’m faced with wonder. I heard about a friend of mine’s brother who is on his final moments in that vehicle of a human body he has been blessed with some twenty plus years. His travel on Earth cut short by an artificial stimulant that decidedly stopped his heart, and now he awaits the…