What Crosses My Mind

  • Oh Waukesha!

    I know a person in Waukesha She is my you We all in a mirror See our eyes Know a tear a sword, A knowledge That if we could hear the pain Her pain, his, they, we all feel We sow the empathy Even if rather avoid. Oh her kindness She is my you Our…

  • Moving Toward Happiness

    Recently walking past a housekeeper with my bags, we left our hotel on the 23rd floor of a room in Manhattan. I nodded good-bye and thank you, and she smiled for a moment but I wondered how long the grin remained the second we went around the corner. I didn’t stop to think about what…

  • Walking By Society

    I noticed a disagreement two people in a shot hard to know as an observer who is right, which wronged Standing a little closer listening words bandied about with an emphasis on pitch disregard evidence. My eyes gave cathartic glance two views in visual contrast we look like the parties that in silence divide us.…

  • The Circle of Deceit

    I can’t listen anymore, I’m a citizen of this country, I believe in my freedom, the welfare of my neighbor the peace of mind of a stranger. I want to understand the peril that one family has overcome in order to help another find peace, find hope, find their own sense of freedom.   But…

  • In Hypocrisy Is Solution

    Wonder about the rules, whose design, what makeup, howsoever long the game be played, is their truth in a lacking understanding or are we always meant to wonder, is that the purpose, does it give our lives a reason for a constant wander of the mind to be the answer might a patent suggest we…

  • When Once We Stood Together

    Today I remember then, only when I cannot quite comprehend. I know it was with intrigue I wondered about time, was this perhaps the proper sign. I would look to wonder each new design a telling of a simple future. Seems we all have a memory whereby we might all recall sweet passion was most…

  • A Diamond

    When thoughts of rocks, come to play, the mind is alluring, easily left to sway the doubts, the indecisions, the valued circumstance, of shared precisions.   The cut of a diamond, meant to draw blood, perhaps never seen, never heard, yet known by the fractured elements of delight in an eye, the beholder, the judgment,…

  • Conversations Again

    I’m sitting in my local coffee shop, listening to Bjork shout angst toward human behavior, and I have to pause, listen to the words, watch the lips move, ‘same as it ever was’ a lyric David Byrne gave us years ago, and yet, the conversations are still the same, people trying to make each other,…

  • Clowns Among Children

    We are a sad face To listen to our squeal We can never erase Such a psychotic wheel ~ They play their stupid games Each one cruel as another Doesn’t matter their aims Just a hypocritical bother. ~ I wonder what they imagine when fear is a constant knock Across the pond the whine of…

  • Sanity Left The Room

    Seems we’ve whittled ourselves down, there’s a bit of sadness in the air, the pundits are introducing nameless figures, afraid to give any more attention to hypocrisy. ~ I woke up today with a bit of a frown, though I did always think Jeb! a dare, He held to his principles always ahead of fixtures,…