What Crosses My Mind

  • Words Inside

    This is for everyone whom desires certain meaning when inside their mind, their struggles are apparent This is for that sunny afternoon that stares tempting while inside the mind, our fears we still relent. ~ A long time ago in a couch made of leather a man spoke to how our words may reckon decisive…

  • Morning Glory

    The rains were cleansing anew forest green Birds melodic feed on spring magic grain ~ We realize here today we are visitors In world around their natural dense lairs ~ We might build and structure lives around them We always know animals eye a gem ~ Stay far away amidst humanity Instincts speak aloud, no…

  • When I Was Seventeen

    I remember driving my old car to school, picking up a couple of friends, driving out into the country, smoking a bowl or two … ~ I remember the little things I cared about, were simple and sort of cost free, I could swing a bargain if I needed to, just slipping by in my…

  • Walking Path

    We walk rather than run to remain calm, save energy, to let those outside our world recognize our own responsibility to shadow peace. Yet when on occasion I see a path ahead, I’d like to run as fast, perhaps like the gazelle who runs away looking afraid of his own shadow, only likely afraid of…

  • When Priority Screams

    When that was real and time suddenly slowed, I stood alone, I wondered, I couldn’t hold ~ my own, I needed a shoulder, somewhere to talk, couldn’t imagine the fear in every step I would walk. ~ The blur of what was seemingly important just minutes before, became a trivial memory of dust. ~ When…

  • On Sheltered Words

    If when I choose to lay my soul I’m careful to always remain whole then will the clouds ahead remain waiting with a vengeance innane ~ while waking again with a certain fear I lay in my space afraid of what is near I want only to be happy without sad reminders that eventually turn…

  • Beauty’s Repose

    *** In twilight hour when moonlit streaks in nighttime waves, sudden urges mount a heavy heart to wonder when, maybe how, in the brightness of day, the change will be made. Such round orb mentality skewed resource of fragile strength within the heart’s own organic timing, waits again for fear and indecision purveyors of frailty.…

  • Triggers

    I was wondering about triggers today, while the sunset reminded me … I spoke to a friend the other day, who mentioned anniversaries. We all seem to know some similar cycle a reflection in the mirror, we can recall a simple action in our lives, and suddenly be filled with fear. The canned word we…

  • Subjective Glance – A Sonnet

    One moment smiling and the next staring Interactions in a public setting That quiet notice, affect disappears While worlds revolve alone surely glaring Upon each other, likened blood-letting. Vulnerable, practices masking fears, Each time we step outside our remedy There waits another, sordid malady. If ever we might laugh a genuine Note of honesty certain,…

  • The Fog

    Woke up sky streaks a blue horizon children laughing activity is rampant around this world yet nowhere lies ambition, only a fog, clouded, sinking, heavy emotional plague of resentment. Shadowy fears inside a cavern of echoed afterthought. The search begins, some suggest overpowering mind over matter. Yet in the moment alone, thoughtless, suffocating senses seems…