What Crosses My Mind

  • Purpose With Addiction

    Oh there are these walls, you can’t see them. frankly I can’t either, we can always feel them, walking through a crowded market, and the eyes, the many faces that seem to know you are there, and we wonder, are we as obviously noticing them as they are, realizing our world isn’t alone, but rather,…

  • Dealing With Lovely Realities (A Thank You)

    In recognizing attitude we might choose a Lovely expression, the ability to manage the world in words. We do interact, settle disputes, determine outcomes, creating smiles to combat the disdain. Oh to have Lovely words suggest positive outcome is always the goal. In business, in welfare, in our present reality, a certain energy exists bound…

  • When Time Seems Immediate

    It is those hours as a child, as a young romantic, in the throes of a miscreant’s goal, when time seems forever, to be still, to not move, to shadow the moments ahead, it is in those quiet seconds of reality, we seem to venture forth to discover our resilient nature. Is this a valuable…

  • Conservative Happiness

    I wonder sometimes if they all think, process, imagine, find futile, an effort to push a boulder aside. I feel the clammy stone of a permanence, both hands taking grip on a monstrous image, finding the will, and yet realizing it is not about strength at all.   When forgiveness occurs, we do find a…

  • To Know The Right Way

    Oh, to go beyond the grasp, the tangles that keep reminders alive, there is the mystery of the mind, what to turn off, what to feed, what to settle in, so that moving forward seems a reliable resolve to the repudiating repulsion of time.   Yes, without speaking in tangible terms, leave it to the…

  • When We Pause

    Step off the line, for if only in a moment, we can pause and watch time pass, we might then know we are not ever alone, for look in the eyes, the people around us, scrambling for a position, sliding past the damp graffiti run concrete, the long and winding passageways that teem with life…

  • Watching

    Earth Have you ever wondered, a crystal night, stars amaze our eyes, we walk the pavement of our lives, in contemplation, where next.   Oh there are places we might see, the visionary sense of certainty.   She looks upon our world, amass of humanity, living on channeled ice, melting in flooded waters.   While…

  • Sometimes I Stop

    There is that occasion when the world evolves, and I, for the sake of I, stay static, I stop, I don’t smell  the flowers, or even walk in the humidity, instead, I am frozen in time, wondering just how many hours will drift past my eyes before I can know, before I might understand, why…

  • Public Outburst

    When once we try, we seem to always want to … In the grip of our mentor’s eye we flail veritable while the moment at hand, suddenly turns reactive, perhaps passive. ~ I’m tired these days I would certain say why if anyone were to ask, yet the shadows remain rampant reeling ideals, settled by a…

  • In Succession

    How many times in a day must I try to overcome my mindful traces along the way those doubtful winsome ~ notions capturing my way I walk inside a foggy emotion stuck in some simple sway I want only to stop the commotion ~ If I listen to jazz on a Sunday night could it…