What Crosses My Mind

  • Depression Seldom Defines

    There is a part of me remains inclined to let the world imagine me undefined. That’s originality or our quest toward individuality. What’s my reality, I’ll tell you only if you listen to me, but there’s the struggle, the obstacle between knowing and telling, is the inherent nature of a sadness overcomes our own desire…

  • Morning Ritual

    Cool haze of a morning frost settles the eye A sky has a limit and shadows do comply While I wonder in warmer tonal slumber cry Winds seek shelter seem to only suggest why. How is it a mind choose to travel this distance While away the morning if by given chance A mood is…

  • Words to Jacob

    I’ve waited for this day, with no eager anticipation, I remember the way, I first discovered you, realized the news would be all about you, I wondered what it would be like to lose someone, to not have any idea, and only be left with pain, the loss that seemed forever in a day, in…

  • When Childhood Seemed Innocent

    We would play, for hours in May, anticipating the summer day, those opportunities ahead that contained no worries, no stress, no school remained.   I remember our time spent on the court the roundball, and later building a fort we camped in the woods across the fields, we lived for all the beauty that nature…

  • The Soft, Delicious, Natural Mystique of The Rains

    If I can stand in the water pouring across my sky, I feel the beauty of nature, yet this is peace, I am soft with my notions today, without pain, the quiet release is cleansing.   Yet, as these words do in a manner please me, I am saddened by the reality of the south,…

  • Peaceful Tranquility

    Light shines internal Blessed are the chosen few Love external

  • Let My Tears Remain

    Please do not offer me solace, help me forget the pain I feel, imagine a different world too soon, in order to find a peace we all …   We’re crying I hope, I would like to imagine every household, each quiet ride in a commute, listening to reality rather than fiction, I would wish…

  • Summer Rains

      I woke in sweet pause to the summer rains Glance toward the sky in misty eyed ponder While worlds begin day in routine refrains We might all know beauty is our wonder.   In our lives where cause might allow reveal Our choice to become the pureness we wish Always measured in will of knowing…

  • Inside are the Valleys

    With velvet landings our bodies float Across a horizon built upon time’s nature. That is the sordid truth of patience today To know to ask to suggest we all reveal A desire to give regal Her personal moat. To celebrate King and Queen will insure Our lives a pretty fare, a blossoming May Where lives…

  • I Wonder About Sundays

    When as a child I would favor Sundays Dressing up we would join our neighbors I could wear skinny ties, look certain ways Then feel the smiles, in the shaded ambers.   In speaking a loud, I was often heard Felt a little wonderful to know my name Kept inside a sacred chalice so absurd…