What Crosses My Mind

  • Hang Onto Dreams

    Oh how we do experience fallout letting our safer dreams fade into blue the light of day soon cast away from view. Eyes begin to lose life tossed about   in the mainstream; an acceleration of a mechanical nature spans time. (imagine lives driven only by rhyme). We saviors within our own affliction   must…

  • If, Again

    If once we were partners though shadowed intimate decisions drove us apart, our lives seemingly drawn in more necessary direction, would it be possible to find purpose in knowing … again.   If the world were able to walk in the shoes of those they despise would it be possible then for each of our…

  • Follow Rocks

    I would walk barefoot as a child, seeking something over there, something unique on the other end, didn’t matter the moisture, stepping into creek waters, slipping and skinning a knee, while searching for that something unique on the other end. recall the glorious spring sunshine, bouncing reflective waves in soils driven by Nature’s progressive trail,…