What Crosses My Mind

  • The Next Day (Why Paris?)

    When sun arose to widen sleepy eyelid A calm begun soon turned memory horrific We wake shadowed in darkness, a slow embrace Shattered dreams begun inside stranger despair. The news however distorted cannot rid Crying heart, confused eyes, reality’s prolific Mastery of human nature’s fallible race. Once thrive her eyes this morning lacking air. No…

  • Whisper Peace

    pray whisper please awaken piece acknowledge pleas together peace

  • When Northern Ireland Spoke

    When they were kids they threw ‘dirtballs’ in acts of war, their way of showing the offensive and winning battles. There was a visit that year from Northern Ireland. Belfast was sending children to freedom’s roots, a symbolic gesture. my the stories they told, living in a war zone, surviving while playing with molotov cocktails.…