What Crosses My Mind

  • Haunting Dissolve

    It began with those … an icy depth of years; not knowing wondering each day. The wall had been erected and suddenly the last brick placed with careful reflexive muse. The door seemed not enough. How to make a statement with no recourse; a fight wouldn’t happen too much knowing judgment. Put clothes on and…

  • Fighting Chance

    It’s one to lose hope, to walk alongside fate, we all imagine a vanity keeps us penned to the ground. When told it’s all right we would rather deny ourselves any judgment. Yet, speaking of all there always seems a penchant for remorse when coming to terms. Asking along the walk what if we decide…

  • Silly Little Hangups

    I used to worry a lot about tying my shoes, the correct way, did my laces lineup properly or did I have too much excess. I used to wonder about how I was stepping in my shoes, was I making straight motions, or sort of a pigeon toed action. I used to wonder about the…

  • Silly Little Hangups

    I used to worry a lot about tying my shoes, the correct way, did my laces lineup properly or did I have too much excess. I used to wonder about how I was stepping in my shoes, was I making straight motions, or sort of a pigeon toed action. I used to wonder about the…

  • A Circular Rhythm

    We draw circles around a mask, our lives. Each path we give another sweet facade however might surmise such actions odd. For we do covet a straight line that thrives.   Such is a world built as linear lines meant for a passage without a defense. acrid is a shelter by those who whence internal…

  • 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…

  • Whose Fight Is This?

    When did the word respect become a distant memory. Whenever the wind blows a certain way, do we have to only comply. While a thought crosses the mind of a quiet soul, we might think of another’s low. ~ The other afternoon, I noticed them gathered together, realized their fortune to be each other only…

  • About People

    I wonder sometimes, probably far too much, about people and their reactions to me. Well there’s a starting point to hell, imagining I can figure out just why someone chooses to scrutinize me. There is evidence to suggest without ceremony. the majority, that is us in one line together, we do stand to wonder about…

  • Losing Faith

    When unwrapping the sheer plastic skin surface shield a film we all seem to carry around we only release it when the time is right, we feel safe, compelled to take the next step toward independence from that which confines our resilient human condition ~ How quickly can we rush to the water’s edge, that…

  • Sad Lives

    These are the strangers, we pass them by, and teach the children, while they are still sequestered to hold our hand, please never speak to the strangers, yet, while we stroll by, look and stare, and judge and define, like mom and dad, so that when you grow older, you won’t nearly have the same…