What Crosses My Mind

  • PTSD – The Children

    When I was twelve years old, I lost my cousin. He was five months younger than me. We were close. I didn’t really understand what was happening when we drove to his home for the memorial service. The funeral was held in his catholic elementary school church. I remember the whole weekend trying to piece…

  • Grief In Funk

    A steady beat thump thump thought Ever listen only to lose yourself this cadence constant rhythm to ride. ~ Society has a blend a sorted compartmentalized need to play a funk, sense of liberty with our pace, a silent reminder. ~ Then stands grief alone and symbolic in its quiet interlude, a decision to make,…

  • I Cried For You Today

    A sadness occurs when rain speaks talks of a surrounding pool of grief Once in awhile the woods cannot give solace to the falling showers of common recall and contribution. I like to spend my time in the forest, often there are moments where truly I have hidden from the reality of life amongst the…

  • A Working Man

    I am a working man, with a verve, passion, a concept of what I feel is right in the vocation that I am.   I need to see the might of quickly drawn out ideals that give me inspiration, capture a full moon at night.   I watched her drive away her smile was something…

  • Fallen Shadows Still Rise

    We might think of them as a memory, the pain of losing them, the loss of heartfelt passions and laughs, we might imagine them a memory.   Yet, their shadows can still rise, it is where we left them, forced to say good-bye, we remembered how they stood against the wall.   Oh to have…

  • If There Were No Tears

    We couldn’t celebrate our love We wouldn’t know if there was loss We would forever be drawn to nothing We would be simply nothing for with tears live our emotions, for with tears we become alive within ourselves for with tears we can reach a climactic end to the suffering, – perhaps only to live…

  • Addicts Hold On

    We do hang on while figuring out how to let go. I am often trapped inside a need to please everyone, and when I cannot, I obsess about that one difficult situation, generally that one person who I cannot fix. Why should I have to fix anyone anyway; I usually end up realizing I have…

  • Our Lives Mirrored

    *** We all have lives, this cannot be argued no matter the girth or the slight however, the notoriety or discretion, each idiosyncratic measure of who we are can only be truly defined internally. ~ But, you knew that already, that’s why last night downtown with the boys, you made an ass of yourself, went…