What Crosses My Mind

  • I’m Told

    I’m told we all have a purpose in our lives, those are the words, when I try to figure out just which way, I might … always in the eventual outcome, I discover something rightful enough satisfies my curiosity, or at least, allows me to breathe a little more, than a few minutes ago, when…

  • 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…

  • By Gone Days

    If I were able to remember, I might rather not continue to glorify living by a rope’s single knot. ~ For every afternoon I soak in a wistful memory, I’ll easily pass on the fear of societal misery ~ While around me the world continues to age I wonder what’s it is like to finally…

  • Quiet Intersections

    When tears would will in sight were our lives I watched you walk, still forty years later survives. ~ Just the trace of boots stepping across pavement no eyes yet, only the roots of then just as love meant ~ Today our lives are romantic we choose to recall, spend moments imagining, a tantric soliloquy, dance,…

  • How Much is Life a Setup

    I went home last night, everything around me was real, the fantasy had spoken of a reality now today, we were all together again, yet, the years had created lines, the sort we watched in our elders, when as children we would laugh, out loud on occasion, despite the wells of afterthought, we noticed in…

  • Home, Then, Perspective

    When I glance today, I can bask in a vague recall of those times, young love, innocence weren’t we all some time wanting the drag of hours, minutes, years to give chance … ~ the streets are the same, rows of maple I do have to try hard to remember just how exacting my life…

  • Hometown Waves

    On the corner, in the local market, walking old familiar sidewalks, feel the energy, the constant racket, hearing voices familiar talks. ~ i drove past my childhood in several different avenues, and smiled a lot, while occasional stark recall suggested I’d been a little wild. ~ I recalled the night in the lower breezeway she…

  • The Want of a Tear

    We’d like to believe we will not yet then it happens, a simple vision, a memory, a lyric reminds me of when … yet, there are times like these, a tear seems so far away, amidst the challenge of staying normal. How often do we lay out a facade in the morning, the right buttons,…

  • Muse Lessons

    There is that desire a described inspiration perhaps we cannot identify we only believe she he a sweet moonlight, or perhaps a simple gesture a muse is born we might go forward without knowledge, yet lessons learned, come later when the least necessary affirmation becomes our powerful epiphany perhaps a memory, a fond recall of…

  • Old Neighborhood Stories

    I drove past today, said hello to nature nearby, years older, more sage, aware of everything I commonly ignored. I wondered about their being here, knowing when then, I would frequent their energy, with thoughts of my own, total disconnect yet within their stone-reaching range, always a touch, or easy duck to avoid interrupting their…