What Crosses My Mind

  • Protected: Life Has Ironies

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  • When Time Suggests Pause

    Ready I was all indicators explained a motive a rocky shelf, crags of decay, unstable to the touch, delightful in its visual splendor. This is a place we all know, a safe higher ground where time begins with a pause, a reflection in that pool of despair. When all the moments come together, a flash…

  • In Depression’s Grip

    I wouldn’t say imagination, instead, a spiral of twisting metal, cracked concrete well below, the shavings of slivers and dust where the legs go. A night sky that looms in sunlight, clouded thinking, to the degree of a natural flight, over here, this time, that afternoon, one year in my life. I sometimes want to…

  • Where Time Lays Path

    ~ If a measure could suggest definition, Would we cease succession of passion. While all around humanity play travails Might we all become a cutting prevails. ~ Search the world over for recompense Only then discover all momentous tense Realizations begin only again when slow Mind unyielding decides somehow show. ~ When in childhood needn’t…

  • In Succession

    How many times in a day must I try to overcome my mindful traces along the way those doubtful winsome ~ notions capturing my way I walk inside a foggy emotion stuck in some simple sway I want only to stop the commotion ~ If I listen to jazz on a Sunday night could it…

  • Six Hours and Time

    I suppose I could suggest a time frame, the time it takes to drive across the state of mind, water, fuel, warmth, notion, a sedentary reality some might label an escape yet step inside and recognize the vacuum, the loss of empathy, the terror within our own desire to respond. I suppose I could stand…

  • Wanting to Cry

    I wonder sometimes, how it is we find the passion, the quiet release of a solid cry, a rainstorm inside my mind, the sort that when I imagine, leaves no shelter beyond that real tear. I know that with the anxiety of a climb, there is adrenaline, a driving force that brings us quickly to…

  • When I Cannot Breathe

    There becomes a slight pang, grows with each sense of desire perhaps some might call it pain, yet this speaker would suggest a small fire. There becomes that need to understand, yet the clock ticks its metered reality, and the notion, the ideal, some aspect of hope, is filtered down again, to a one-time solution…

  • Anxiety Rush

    I think the day was rather sunny, at least that I recall, layered in my own shawl a travesty of the fall of humanity. ~ Could we ever move in freedom if when we blink an eye there is the question why should we attempt design a kingdom. ~ When while a spiritual guide exists…

  • Trying to Focus on Home

    There’s this thing happening, on the streets of my neighborhood, there isn’t a name really, just a lot of confusion. ~ Oh some like to call it inalienable rights, others refer to the strength of the NRA. ~ Whatever the cool language of the day, what matters more are the continued loss of life. ~…