What Crosses My Mind

  • When One Does, The Other Can Only Imagine

    We in our constant tangle of thoughts and reason and need for clarity, we are certain to be the victim of an insecurity, in a time of words, when suddenly the meaning, strikes us in the heart, our soul, begins to ache when trying to find an answer, to know the future, we wonder about…

  • To Know The Right Way

    Oh, to go beyond the grasp, the tangles that keep reminders alive, there is the mystery of the mind, what to turn off, what to feed, what to settle in, so that moving forward seems a reliable resolve to the repudiating repulsion of time.   Yes, without speaking in tangible terms, leave it to the…

  • Depression Seldom Defines

    There is a part of me remains inclined to let the world imagine me undefined. That’s originality or our quest toward individuality. What’s my reality, I’ll tell you only if you listen to me, but there’s the struggle, the obstacle between knowing and telling, is the inherent nature of a sadness overcomes our own desire…

  • In Depression’s Grip

    I wouldn’t say imagination, instead, a spiral of twisting metal, cracked concrete well below, the shavings of slivers and dust where the legs go. A night sky that looms in sunlight, clouded thinking, to the degree of a natural flight, over here, this time, that afternoon, one year in my life. I sometimes want to…

  • Good Morning Words

    Fresh air is invigorating minds Eyes slow shadowy idyllic dream scape Sweet good morning shed an overnight cape Rise in beauty of life the sun reminds ~ Energy respond in positive current In mirror negativity loom near Always a knock, anticipate a fear Human condition delivers assent. ~ We chose alone a state of mind today Yes, there is listening,…

  • While Eyes Remain

    Shapes and sizes, designs alter the world around us give us all indicative signs decaying lives incredulous ~ While eyes remain the key Sheltered in shadows we see ~ A cosmetic journey it becomes wardrobed fashion and trend we all know how love succumbs pretty lives in highlights defend ~ While eyes remain the key…

  • Where Does the Edge Lie

    I wonder sometimes when trying to get there or staying away is the actual motive. We live our lives in a melody one offers the high, a wise aria, while the other provides sullen departure toward shallow – ~ a surface we might easily decide to scratch, desecrate, to ugly such is the natural course…

  • Listening to the News

    I’m feeling agitation, listening to mouthpieces slam each other, slam the office, slam the American people, Ignorance, forces themselves to believe in rhetoric, ‘we will never be great again’ oh my, 6th grade Civics again. ~ ‘lead from behind’ Hah! – I won’t go there, but they might, probably do. ~ Remember when we were told…

  • The Pretender

    Steady hands a look to all sides hair coiffed, suit buttoned, tie straight, ease into traffic without upsetting a neighbor, whisper and sigh another road ahead, yet, so far, we are well on our way to give presence another day. ~ Occasionally it seems, such an easy task, to encounter heavy traffic, find an open route,…

  • Morning Solace

    When wake of day the sunlit rays cause a stir we might know the beauty of another may. When soul do cross path, we might register a new sort of peace, a kindly takeaway ~ We do welcome the light of day with hope a happiness may speak volumes so near to the heart of…