What Crosses My Mind

  • Looking The Part

    Wonder the curling fingertips, the adamant task drawing locks security in the presence of life.   Check austere provisions, a smooth swiff, filling jars, a man pacing the room, always in a wonder of how.   A picture of human interaction “I’m going solo” spoke a gentleman java guide, off to the focal point where…

  • Being Real

    Certainly, life is a challenge, wake up to a peaceful sunlit morning, compelled to go back to dreams, life is waiting with a plundering notion, at least, that’s what a voice tells me, when trying to ascertain, getting a grip, get a grip, get a grasp, we all do grapple with a sweet ideal, when…

  • What’s Really Happening

    Ever wonder, when you look them in the eye, if their response is a genuine effort to lie. A mean-spirited man once said to me, if you wait around, you die.   Ever wander through a day and sigh, just not sure how to complete a moment, instead letting it pass, by listening to the…

  • In High School We Believed

    Everything mattered, occurred, became known, whether we wanted notoriety or a simple life as a student.   Remember walking the halls, feeling the eyes, wondering about thinking that could expose your own state of mind.   I remember they told me otherwise, so I trusted their ideal, and when the walls caved in they were…

  • Where Time Lays Path

    ~ If a measure could suggest definition, Would we cease succession of passion. While all around humanity play travails Might we all become a cutting prevails. ~ Search the world over for recompense Only then discover all momentous tense Realizations begin only again when slow Mind unyielding decides somehow show. ~ When in childhood needn’t…

  • Take Me Home

    i wandered along the river bank, a crystal churn of noise nearby always a good reminder of life when caught inside the chasm’s grip. ~ There lies inside the mind a certain ineptitude when given an opportunity to seize our clues to good. ~ Easily pulled inside the current our waves of deceit to follow…

  • Afterwards or After Words

    that resignation, when quiet in a solemn shadow that realization perhaps we speak too freely, yet, when do the decisive opines matter. Every time a catharsis is deemed epiphany we measure the balance between two worlds … knowing and wishing, reacting and accepting suggesting and listening. Next morning, the light is revealed, methodology redefined, another start…

  • Sweet Ode to Her Eyes

    Music will light up the night Visions in tear-drawn windows Sweet sounds to remind Time in essence Do you ever recall exact meaning? We met one summer Taking classes or just noticing A certain intrigue Drew our lives together We played with our own desires Drawing nearer Letting caution be our muse ~ I remember…

  • Again, Humanity is Flawed

    I walk into school Thinking of you We will start our morning Sharing stories and glowing ~ I walk into school Wishing for you Together our quiet thoughts Will share our childish wants ~ I walk into school Imagining how you Might help me know happiness While we commiserate our stress ~ Yet I don’t…

  • I Could Lie Awake

    When nightfall becomes apparent I could lie awake Hopeful, wistful, clearly drawn By life’s little choices ~ I might Watch a movie Read a book Notice an argument Quiet in my repose While the world continues to evolve Wondering just how far The mind will reach Today This moment This hour On this day ~…