What Crosses My Mind

  • Listening to Joan Baez

    She sings a song, and I begin to weep. I want to though, it’s what the music asks. Takes me away, on a journey, somewhere deep in my mind, where everything speaks of being human, learning to live with that we have and that we have not. There’s something beautiful in a voice, a passionate…

  • When I Was Ten

    I was already wondering why do we live the way we do in a society where everyone, anyone we encounter, will have needs, will want to feel the value as anyone else who might want the same things.   I kept hearing about love and flowers, while watching the names scroll across the evening news,…

  • Let My Tears Remain

    Please do not offer me solace, help me forget the pain I feel, imagine a different world too soon, in order to find a peace we all …   We’re crying I hope, I would like to imagine every household, each quiet ride in a commute, listening to reality rather than fiction, I would wish…

  • I Chose Joan Tonight

    I chose Joan tonight to finish my words, I was looking for some way to return to where it is a struggle always ensues my mind playing tricks on my heart, that is an organic thing I suppose – trying to ascertain between logic and pain. I listened to Diamonds and Rust and watched her…

  • Don’t Try Again

    I decided it might be pointless, though I’d been told that so many times before while always refusing. I just kept searching for that moment, when tears would just come, nothing forced, only real. Then came the pause, when we think about is it really the cry, or instead are we wondering just why, there…

  • Old Songs

    Old lyrics, old words, same outcome, I could listen to Janis Ian all night long, talk about being ‘seventeen’ growing up, she brings tears to my eyes, I can’t exactly tell you why, perhaps it is a memory, maybe nostalgic, there are so many lives I’d wish to live again, and music, like Carly Simon…