What Crosses My Mind

  • Falter Freely

    Would that I might understand the freedom of error that part of my life I seem to want to always forget I will indicate no survival from this constant terror, the holding of my human condition might I beget. ~ When just yesterday I smiled and laughed out loud, tonight again will this tunnel vision soon…

  • If There Were No Tears

    We couldn’t celebrate our love We wouldn’t know if there was loss We would forever be drawn to nothing We would be simply nothing for with tears live our emotions, for with tears we become alive within ourselves for with tears we can reach a climactic end to the suffering, – perhaps only to live…

  • Step Inside Pain to Glance Upon Vistas

    Without warning shooting stars mind loss while receptive realistic stomps upon internal psyche without pause, continues battle while the physicality of force suffers under the breach of loss. ~ When so locked into rage how can we sense love is truth to follow our hearts again and again. Where do we find the energy to…

  • Domestic Facades

    ( I write this for my blogging companion ‘Americana Injustica‘ though please think of it as a work in progress, much like the need to raise our awareness of the ugly nature of social injustice and peril in our society today) ~ I hit her again last night, it just happened, I didn’t think about…

  • Yesterday

    We read about it on the news, that they would tell us, back then in the wired age, we didn’t really have to wonder otherwise, we knew they were dying, we saw the pictures of the massacre of innocent lives with the bombs dropping, little kids watching with eyes wide open, unable to see their…

  • Matching Inside

    We do have a choice to make it work, or maybe not, some of us choose to struggle, its how we live, how we like to believe we are sort of making it. while others seem to get it, with their brief case tucked nicely under their umbrella, carrying a laptop that defines their lives.…

  • 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…

  • On Sheltered Words

    If when I choose to lay my soul I’m careful to always remain whole then will the clouds ahead remain waiting with a vengeance innane ~ while waking again with a certain fear I lay in my space afraid of what is near I want only to be happy without sad reminders that eventually turn…

  • Times Like These

    measure me more tell me soon though, I’ve been tiring of late, the testing, leaves me wondering, about that side of things curious if there might be purpose, That’s it, always it, wrenching reality suggests it is on me, yes it is, no one else should even have to be the purveyor, the savior, the…

  • On the Heels of Despair

    I won’t let you have me, scathing, salacious, seething reality of discontent. I watch you build momentum, spiraling, sensation of insidious energy that buries my soul. Buries my being, desire to respond, leaves my mind yearning, to find some reason, some virtue that suggests, just why we reconcile ourselves, when only desire we glean. Why…