What Crosses My Mind

  • Life Is Not A Ploy

    Though there would be immediate disagreement in one, quiet satisfaction in another, in the final hour, one would realize if they did stop to glance, a world beyond their own device, would, might still exist, and in that social fabric ignored, a pain, a fighting soul whose rapture not found might emulate the sorrowful nature…

  • The Crying Gains

    While the world continues unsettling staid values, we seem to remain housed and hungry, we value our gains to such a silly degree, we forget there’s a world outside of our blues. ~ When I allowed my soul to breathe in deep wood the smell of pine and wet moss aroused me in Nature I do…