What Crosses My Mind

  • This Little Man

    He exists only in some plan a diversion of mine and hers we are lost in our own hearts one simple flare of the Man. ~ Seems there can be a truth, we listen, bear our hearts without worry of wrath, imparts a cycle of hurt so very uncouth. ~ If in God’s eyes he…

  • In This Quiet Space

    Though patterns seem to exist the idea of recreating the wheel pops into mind every breaking day. How would lives become independent with working the reality of our dreams aspirations. How do we step away from routine, the quiet horror of being caught up in the mundane the same old, the victory just beyond our…

  • All These Voices

    Thoughtful serenades fill an empty room no one looking just the me and mine. He wonders if it is always such gloom or are we left without our favorite wine. ~ Seems the cadence of our party restrained by motive, by aspiration, by silent neglect. When race horses begin, know what is gained yet miss…

  • A Simpler Life

    If life begins here the now is today well there has to be another way said the disgruntled fellow standing in the gallows. We choose to live the way we do based upon values, me and you, not that far away from everyone seems somehow often over done. Once in a midnight sky not so…

  • Sedentary State of Mind

    Walking home one afternoon, I noticed she cared about my world. She was always the center of my attention, a popular girl I was privileged walking her home every afternoon, climbing actual hills winding paths until our homes a block apart appeared on the horizon, indicating now my time would wane her goings to her…

  • Because It Never Is Real

    Until the weeping eyes are visible we can’t really know the pain, when everything seems possible, instead we lose our train of thought, so frought we fought, when ought either one of us might instead, recognize there is no realistic time on love that wasn’t wasted because we’d rather be frantic. this security a certain…

  • Wants and Needs

    So much do I, but then it sems and then they always tell me that, what other reason could there be, beyond the normalcy of our lives. I was walking toward the exit one day, no one behind or ahead of me, could just as well have disappeared and then I realized it doesn’t matter…

  • Silent Refuge

    I haven’t a simple out, this anxiety, this setting, a state of mind, soul-searching trauma is our path some diplomatic lunacy. In truth it hasn’t ever settled, a decades long journey filled with angst and trepidation. Now when facing a greater challenge his body natural will wish he curling into small would be fetal posture.…

  • Last Night In Shadows

    I waited outside criss crossed windows anticipating her, our lives together like always, we were meant to be here. She rounded the banister, bedtime linens flowing in the darkness a light behind would shine her soul such is the beauty of a woman in love in a twilight. Her smile lit up the night, this…

  • First Moments

    When doubt begins to wonder and all the souls that gather around suddenly want to splinter off, an edgy sort of raw scrape upon our own fragile sanity. ~ We might think we know, protest the moment, rather respond with a reaction that only suggests we are as fucked up as we believe ourselves. ~…