What Crosses My Mind

  • Lifestyle I Swear

    This is who I am you see out on display, this is my world, I only pretend to not see you. Actually, I am afraid of you, for fear, there might be a time, when suddenly you reveal who I really am to myself, to me, to everyone that stands around me, when I present…

  • I Cried Again Today

    As I was drifting by, little hands raised a blue ribbon, to celebrate his sweet friend, he was only wanting to remember how much he cared for her, how he loved her, in that young child turning teen sort of awkward stage. He smiled as he rested the ribbon in the middle of the stop…

  • 2:12 AM

    Time continuum, if sleep does come near, will the moment be gone, only to return another day, similar fanfare, applause of one. Remember when we all believed we, each one of us, actually lived alone, the fears of no one else, always knocking on our door. Its 2:12 am philosophy always comes back, each night…

  • When I Lost My Way

    I won’t really ever recall the date, Nor the notion, I haven’t been able to understand, Just how I ever really got this way, How it is that when I think about it, The same questions remain, I continue to look for some solutions, In other eyes, I look to them for guidance, They give…

  • While Waiting in the Wood

    Just then, The skies turned grey Everything I’d said before Seemed to be coming true. Even if I tried to lie, There wasn’t anyway I might Get you to believe I didn’t mean any harm. Problem was I did, And you knew so well, I hadn’t any idea why I didn’t see it, Didn’t care…

  • Moments

    It is here that I wait Every day, Each time I feel like I am close The shift is apparent, Once again, left to imagine, Without circling any reality. If I could imagine the beauty of a flower, Rising through the soil Arching its naked back, Vulnerable to the rain skies, A harsh wind, The…

  • We Had This Time

    When we might walk alone, gathering thoughts while in motion, when neither might be known except a look, a glance, a notion. Wish we might, now years later, understand just how we could ask for more time, ask for just another day, when we seamless now today bask in memory to hold our hands this way.…

  • Recalling Distant Voices

    A photograph brings me just back there, that was my childhood, yours too, all of us real, a time when we could rely on others to hold our hands, to brush away our tears, to help our lives feel strong and worthy. They would, she and he, glance upon our lives, watching over with eyes…

  • With Piano Keys I Muse

    I wait for the right note, a soft touch, distant tone, perhaps a high sharp strike, my heart breathes the resonance. I am immediately drawn to a time, a different place we speak, when everything is bliss, and the pain is no longer an option. We are easily pleased in memory, with the musical intercessions of…

  • Silent Shadow Speaks

    The sound is deafening, to know the fear, to feel we knew, that way back there, on that trail we have all found, were loose pebbles strewn. If now tonight I might recall the internal crisis, that on a given day, swept our minds away, when then could we have known today, years past that…