What Crosses My Mind

  • 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)

  • Whose Fight Is This?

    When did the word respect become a distant memory. Whenever the wind blows a certain way, do we have to only comply. While a thought crosses the mind of a quiet soul, we might think of another’s low. ~ The other afternoon, I noticed them gathered together, realized their fortune to be each other only…

  • Tribute to Artistry

    ~ We walk in shadows while you held the light, taking us to every region of our mind, with notes of harmonic beauty, worded genius while in a visual mystique the looks, the many different planets you did travel in our own eyes. “Ground control to Major Tom” who would ever imagine today your thoughts…

  • That Life is Good

    When waking to the morning sun new breath to match quiet repose one might wonder if this hour begun could would help discover a suppose. ~ When tossing about the day’s activity can we see far enough ahead to prevent that sense of lost desire in proclivity that sort of burrowing down we lament. ~…

  • When I Cannot Breathe

    There becomes a slight pang, grows with each sense of desire perhaps some might call it pain, yet this speaker would suggest a small fire. There becomes that need to understand, yet the clock ticks its metered reality, and the notion, the ideal, some aspect of hope, is filtered down again, to a one-time solution…

  • t-

    This is just a name, with an occasional ‘boy’ added, an utterance, an  endearment, a memory, a thought brings a tear today, to know this man who carved my childhood, my neighbor, my kindly soul who always could be found outside living a full life with a beautiful partner, tending their garden, living love. ~…

  • Days Ago; Weeks Ahead

    Did you wonder if it was about then, that time, when we, well, while the world grew cynical around our own lives. Did you ever think we might be as necessary the cogs in the wheel, as anyone else who symbolized that same hypocrisy. Would you walk with me, just for a short while so…

  • Welcome Here

    Now There is this place I feel like I belong where I can see beyond a world inside my head a place where original notions might evolve An analyst’s couch where once we told our darkest nightmare, that undecided frightened look of terror only for his eyes later her eyes were telling the same truths…