What Crosses My Mind

  • Being In My Head

    A description suggestive in its exploit meant as prophecy more oft bereft Fallacy.   The other afternoon when caught in turmoil’s grasp would one recall Travesty.   We are ourselves makers of the storm we design our fall how we rise we dwell, this … Legacy.   This notion of an internal measure Always reminds…

  • There’s This Place I Like To Go

    In the quiet reminders of how we live our lives a silent recall will always come knocking always come knocking always come to somehow tell us we are a concept we remain here forever, always knocking, a steady rap of recurring thoughtful imagined lives that stir our hearts until all the passion we feel suddenly…

  • A Terrible Week

    I found myself crying a lot this week. I don’t mind a good cry, it can be rather cleansing. However, this emotion I experienced had layers. It had begun early in the weekend, the truth of a sudden turn in my life had reckoned itself to such a degree I felt for the first time…

  • Walking In Silence

    Mood does alternate Every word resonate We negotiate

  • First Glance

    Eyes open still in mourning a soft reminder precious in the quiet of a breeze rustling leaves the next stage a would be journey lay ahead. What follows will be stark extreme immediate loss in sensory perception for some a routine cycle of life while others we know traverse a newer universe one shares in…

  • When Wonder Whines

    I sometimes look at the world we live in, and I wonder, is it mine to simply understand or is what there is to believe as complicated as it might seem.   The people I interact with have similar hopes, we all feel certain the goodness in our hearts yet how often have we let…

  • When We Find We Are The Same

    Rules need not be broken to identify our true selves we haven’t the demand to walk upstream, to push the elements aside for personal gain, in essence, it is true that we all do find the similar grounds for which our bodies strike the earth as feeling landed, secure, understanding of time.   Oh, we…

  • The Humanity of Letting Go

    I feel things, since living dark realities a childhood without scars, yet, somehow beaten, the foundation of a quiet turmoil always is that centering point of personal fear.   In our society we question judgment public scrutiny, filling the airwaves is a certain attractive seduction meant to take our minds away from our own persecution.…

  • We Took A Beating Today

    I read the news, it was awful, filled up with views made me want to ‘manafort’   my breakfast, lunch and dinner, so I chose not to eat the garbage being spewed, drank clean water all day instead.   We watched a conservative rally, full arms and gusto no more of this sally way toward…

  • The Beginnings of How We Believe

    I suppose there has to be a little peace, the mind in a restful state, oh and music offers a solace, an avenue to draw the heart along a wonderful path of sweetness.   I remember as a child there was this hilltop, can’t call it a mountain, but the anyway was the reach, a…