What Crosses My Mind

  • Good Morning

    It’s how my day begins. I’m in my chair with a coffee and scanning the news, while my dog lays nearby with a toy. I have a couple of choices to make. I keep watching the news, or I choose to put on some music. I’ll begin with some Moody Blues to perhaps find inspiration.…

  • A Dwelling Time

    If wait, a silent venture no one else would matter this state of mind. Walk slow in the forest feel the pristine nature of natural life, ours to feel fascination. How will a human being fit into this scheme wanting peace of mind. WE take ourselves inside deep caverns while offering opinion when lost inside.…

  • A Difficult Month

    I have experienced loss this month, not simply grief of losing a loved one to the natural course of life. More presence and banishment. Not hostile as much as confusing. Many aspects of life have been exposed, many others kept in their dark holes of quiet solace from revealing my greatest fears. And yet there…

  • The Scrutiny of Self Loathing

    People generally believe we bring our pain upon ourselves, the decisions, choices we make. As true as that might be we want also to be responsible for shaking off the doom and gloom that keeps us down. There the difficult task arises in how we acknowledge our own fear in moving forward when caught in…

  • I’m Your Teacher

    I wonder if you realize the time we imagine the words we deliver might benefit the fine beauty of the child, taming of the wild. We don’t ask to change a child’s life we don’t imagine to understand strife we offer all our time with every bell chime. The other day I walked outside and recognized an…

  • This Was That Place

    Where I began, a small boy sad eyes would venture forward inside cloud grey skies This was the way I began while all around me lives gave credence toward some manner by which to understand. This was when I began to wonder about where everyone else had gone, why the constant search, what could possibly…

  • I Tried

    I tried to understand, while waves of despair enveloped my mind, tossing me, slapping me, a ruthless affair. ~ My hands were locked inside a pattern everyone else excluded me from knowledge, that reality of pain. ~ When on occasion, a happier time, we could reflect upon the insanity … well such is rare. ~…

  • Twilight Speaks

    I wait for these moments, clearly, when some how I begin, there isn’t a way to describe the need for expression to find an outlet that feels right, feels just almost like a fine thread being needled through a canvas, an artist’s sketch, a Van Gogh perhaps in the mind of that person creates the…

  • Grey Sky Reckoning

    In our journey to see the other side, We found the world to be the same, the sky was grey with morning shadow soft rain with playful tears to dance away the first light of day’s angst. ~ Inside every dawn a moment’s light notion becomes a planned event, our lives are drawn mechanical inside…

  • Tiresome Notions

    When the news is simple with the same complaints, only to fill the byte, when I see the same woman walking through the day, with new bruises when I realize what little I have managed thus far with personal endeavors when sitting down to recognize my practiced routines will be the same tomorrow when society…