What Crosses My Mind

  • Aging Abandon

    I’ve watched their bodies change while I try to recall just when I began to notice. I often wonder if while my own world begins a natural decay, if that resilient nature in understanding why continues to grow, or when does it wane. How purposeful is our inherent decline, and when do we know it…

  • Model Reaction

    Our constant reaction mortal reality speaks when a decidedly drawn circumstance, might remind, may call out, might we spill our hearts with angst, a certain qualified divisive, derision, we all might only undertand in the shadowy glare of hidden complexions

  • We Live Human Lives

    ~ We live human lives. Together we define how society might perceive our world, their natural abundance is imagined through his eyes, her ideals designed to speak to someone else who might just well, be the same, have a similar internal sketchpad on how each perception we suggest, choose to live out, imagine, fantasize, provide idyllic scrutiny,…

  • Every Day

    We are blessed with opportunity, we live and speak and listen and feel, we are a world that communicates, yet we recall we live inside the surreal. Every day, every moment, every breath we take has a purpose until that last gasp. We will be the one that inspires another, we can be alive in…

  • Playing Silent Chords

    Every sound begins a sermon tells me where I am what I have become, where the next adventure lies. I started with a ticking clock symbolic of our borrowed time always a reminder that our lives do hang in the balance when suddenly drowned out by machines those that run our lives when we awaken…

  • When Mortality Wreaks Havoc

    We live our lives in a constant vacuum Energy sucked dry by outliers needs How does this happen every continuum? Each opportunity a conscious soul heeds This will be The last Time I allow my heart To be broken by the reality of life Being taken away Begin again Belittle our real life fortunes And…

  • Lest We Forget We are Human Beings -prose-

    There’s a famous line in the relatively obscure movie Freedom Writers that has stuck with me since the first time I heard it in context. ‘You know what’s gonna happen when you die? You’re gonna rot in the ground.” – Erin Gruwell. The context speaks to a young African American student wanting to be recognized…

  • Journey to the Black

    Perhaps he was aligning the stars On a cold winter’s night The crowds had gone home Holding hands Playing sweet melodies That defined their lives The snow had begun to fall As any other day While hours drifted by like quick minutes His mind moved towards a solution Certainly not one we might all pick…

  • Widening Mystery? Mortality

    How do we control Our dying elders last days? Why the mystery that Leads to finality Of a person’s spirit Their ability to give us hope while a certain knocking occurs and each step in that direction we try to control we try to justify to indicate our own soul remains reliant upon their quiet…