What Crosses My Mind

  • In Dreams We Cry

    ~ When I want to cry, yet I cannot, the mask will hinder my ability to cast a shadow upon my eye. While the world exists with little regard to handle the crisis I feel will always create my own why. I cannot return to what once was that world, whether we might know one…

  • When Just A Child

    I could laugh and scream all day, play in the soil and mock the world, there wasn’t a chance of being hurt I was simply a boy with a magic heart. I remember chuckling out loud, at a sibling playing a trick on me, I recall thinking that was allowed for as a child no…

  • Listening to the 60’s

    The music will remain I can always go back, play around with time, I can take a melody and let it bring me home, sitting in my bedroom, the day before. That’s where I would like to go, just a minute before, before the phone rang, it would be so easy, once again, to be…

  • Snow Swept Surreal

    Laughter while holding hands dance the avenue Crunching paths of fresh laid powder in view Soft glaze of ice to melt desire’s cheek When passion’s eyes together would love seek. I could walk forever with you this night Amidst tinsel and adorned Christmas light; Seemed just ahead a corner’s quiet road Might lose strength and the…

  • Walk With Me – Ligo_Haibun

    Sunlight crisp in autumn winds, our walk brief, familiar yet deluded, sad, glance ahead … sweet memory lost my own heart truly tested quiet, walks away

  • We Will Weep

    I cannot get the movie ‘What Dreams May Come’ out of my head tonight. I keep thinking about the beauty of pastels, our next life, world, human reality. A vision of ‘Dead Poet’s Society’ keeps running through my mind, as I see the professor walking his new students along the auspicious predecessors of their educational…

  • Victims of Violence

    They look like all of us, do you ever wonder when the dust settles if they feel the same way as you when their loss becomes real. Victims of violence those directly in the face of pain but more indirectly the family, brother, sister, cousin, aunt, friend, colleague They all eventually will look like you…

  • Measured Grief

    Can we really expect ourselves to understand Pain is measured in a time of confusion We each want to hurt without any reprimand Our soul in immediate responsive reaction ~ I remember when I was just a little kid A cousin love of mine had just passed away I walked around the block to see…

  • Finding Peace

    The long road represents time With every narrow passing A piece of life becomes sublime Its nature is to reckon our liking ~ We raise our children to bring the future Presence into our hearts and mind Knowing their lives evolve only to assure Beyond the comforts of home left behind ~ A quiet melody…

  • Trayvon Martin

    A boy died. A segment of our society painted him to be a golden boy wearing a hood. We don’t know. I certainly don’t know. From what I first read, it seemed that George Zimmerman was his own wannabe crusader that wanted to save the world from society’s ‘cancers.’ In this scenario, it played out…