What Crosses My Mind

  • 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…

  • Carpe Diem #903 hot springs

    life breathe free I stand inside a melody sweet steamy me ~ where is energy from the ground in symphony water bathes harmony ~ she said hold rocks feel nature is an energy will hold peace ~ inside our Earth we recognize a new delight bathe alone in fog ~ a human being a gift…

  • Peace Today

    For desire when waking, arise the sun We watch the world begin a tomorrow Can we imagine our lives now begun Similar vigor, delightful ego. ~ Wonder the soul cross our paths today Love seems to permeate all things good Offset the evil, the shallow display With kindness, might until energy would ~ In the dawn…

  • If I Could See to Share

    A dark sky can loom forever, waiting, an eager participant, life happens, so they say, storms occur in unabashed fury to temper the imagination that which might arise in the dullest night when life needs hope, perhaps another request, the sort of asking forgiveness when well beyond the realm the life we knew became the regret…

  • Why Do We Teach?

    We measure our lives for the children, whether we advocate whether we understand whether we accept whether we gratify whether we acknowledge our own defeatist frame of mind while trying to change lives along the way. ~ I faced an obstacle today, one that turned out represented a state of mind, a clear example of…

  • A Little Billie Holiday for Him

    I thought I might listen to a little Billie tonight, his memory is fresh in my mind. I ‘d like to think he did a little swing in time, her words, her melody, a smile. This is a good man we honor today in dreams a mover with a heart of humble pie. if Billy…

  • He Did Speak To Me

    I was a child, eight years old with a mind, I knew the political storm through the eyes of my siblings, remind me again where values form. At home, the weather inside seems mellow we all want the same things yet there’s a society out there lays below a currency of evil minglings. When just…

  • Pleasure Breeze

    Alphabet WordPress Photo of the Day – Alphabet Wakeful notion reach slow across the room fresh, still in haze, life sweep in turn toward recognition, remembrance, reflection, when in last recall, we would wander now. Halo to draw away the veil of doom passing a glance beyond gather forward cast shadow aside; sweet inspiration reliance, resilient,…

  • Nine Line Parallels (part 8)

    One man speaks, while a world has no idea, a segment of society, a purpose, unknown philosophy that exists together … the moon will never alter its course always illuminate lunacy has tones. (part 8)

  • Nine Line Parallels

    I do wonder, often a twilight leaves me compelled, yet all too quickly, a notion, a curiosity, then distraction settles in with little notice, my universe speaks aloud again, suffusing energy, until desire wanders in lower tones.