What Crosses My Mind

  • 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…

  • Recovery is Truth

    We might want to challenge, our demons, Perhaps we can manage black ravens in figurative form glancing upon our lives while we do provoke a resilient will, a desire to control, an impossible passion to let go. A society exists makes rules suggests mores enlightens the soul with truth yet there are the waivers a moment of…

  • 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…

  • Nine Line Parallels (part 7)

    A last step sorted appraisal sudden renewal, strive to find the kind gentleman who led us astray, to suggest, perhaps she along the way, along his side, disreputable tones (part 7)