What Crosses My Mind

  • Passion

    I wanted to grow old with you, but I didn’t know what that would mean. As days would accumulate, I wondered how long we’d forgotten.  An energy embodies lovers, sometimes it’s really hard to measure. The years take flight too fast, couldn’t catch up beyond the errors. Everywhere I turned I failed, only to find…

  • A Soft Melody

    To swoon, listen to soft music, an enchanting melody. To feel the senses alive with the passion of love. To understand the beauty of holding one’s heart without asking them first the spontaneity of our vulnerability received. Something to cherish is the simple nature of knowing the truth in melody. All songs from the heart…

  • Mechanics and Being Human

  • Finding Words

    When inside a cavern of loneliness the sense of light that beacon of direction seems rather amiss. The discovery of finding self always out of reach lost bathing near a sunrise yet still tied in feeling the rocks and dripping stone maintain a hold letting only this internal air be a guide. ~ We can…

  • A Certain Melody

    I remember a time traveling the highway short ride to my exit just off the city ramp, ~ So many occasions I thought only of you soft chords of a melody when I listen tonight still … ~ Maybe it is the Beatles, back then the Fab Four – ‘Back in the USSR’ meant little…

  • 200 Miles

    Would we imagine seeing so far in our lives we could predict or at least know beauty we perceive eventually arrives within the miles we might choose to go to find her heart, hold his smile we are consumed is a mystique on trial. ~ I once knew someone in a decade long ago, where…

  • Fearing The Worst

    I remember the dreams, the constant reminders a continual tease, a surreal world of sidewinders   Each one with a story, a parallel universe would try to shake me, send me in reverse.   I could never tell if a person real or imagined, it was a nightmare the bottom was assigned.   Otherwise the…

  • The Psychology of the Human Condition

    The answers exist, wait, not today, perhaps later in the evening, some cathartic moment, praying for an epiphany.   The heart stops and the mind cannot compete we are a solid lot of indifference dependent upon the sunlight, rainbows strike a nerve coupled by nostalgia or endearment to a moment, the moment when in that…

  • 5am

    I don’t know their names only a familiar dance tree limbs come alive there a ritual serenade She would give me words to fill in the quiet pause a song for every voice the melody of summertime Oh to know beauty and grace serendipity in silence we face

  • The Beauty of Culture and Our Changing Society

    Tonight, I had the opportunity to watch something rather wonderful. I wasn’t alone, we all viewed what represents the identity of who we are, how we represent, what is truly special about our school district. Tonight, Shakopee High School, held a culture fest, one that celebrated a host of different ethnic groups that as a…