What Crosses My Mind

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • Fan Duel & Draft Kings – Gambling Facade

    I love the game of football. I used to play fantasy football many years ago. Back then, it was fun to put together a team with your friends and see who might outdo the next guy or girl in the league. Back then, we only threw a couple of dollars into a pot, and there…

  • Cleaning Up

    I recall just how difficult it was. Every episode, battle to rationalize, reason to do the things I did, for myself and no one else. I remember weeks of justifying why, or who, or what need I was trying to fill. Driving through my neighborhood one night, just trying to avoid the lawns, staying in…

  • A Gambler’s Run

    i would like if you left me alone, temptation, your mask of appreciation, the one that hollers from a window out loud my success is yours, I can prove it to you. ~ I would like the soap box advertisements of our easy lives, to show the broken, to emphasize the hopeless, the ruins, disillusioned,…

  • Shadowed Dreams

    See there is this world, many do not ever understand or realize a place of shadows, shattered dreams that leaves shards to be again, found aligned, yet, the energy to recreate such imagery, often for some, unforeseeable – impulse takes over, leads the way down dark caverns of illicit response to needs, the waking is…

  • 8 Years

    Eight years ago, I stood by your side, listening to your story, wondering how life could become such a travesty of pain and confusion. I felt fortunate to not struggle your loss, that loss of confidence, that departure of reasoning, the ability to throw your life away without a second’s thought, all for the mantra…

  • A Gambler

    I wanted to win that Cadillac they talked about it on the news in all the radio ads I wanted to be the happy couple they looked so cool. I loved the stories opening his garage door at night after everyone else went to bed he was by himself he just wanted to look at…