What Crosses My Mind

  • A Wandering Mind

    I wonder sometimes where it is I might go, if given the opportunity the freedom to walk away from everything mechanical in my mind. You see, there is a kind of volley of emotion we live by, we cannot forget or perhaps we wish we might be the one, whom always does need a reminder,…

  • Sitting Around In Summertime

    I was thinking about the other night when the sun shined in my apartment, slats creating patterns across the woodwork. I thought I might rather watch them fade across the walls then close the shudders when in the evening I no longer wondered about the outside only that happening in here tonight. ~ Seems there…

  • Walking Upon Time

    A reflection spoke prophetic synapse unwind while the world in mechanical fashion carried on, carried on inside the mind sweet redemption await for years of burden.   If we could match our inside with the now would it be easier in a balance could  heart remind background our vision, sad eyes, might forever shine.  …

  • Are We All The Same

    Do we feel pain rather simple agony stepping upon cracks forgetting  what is civility.   Sitting in another quiet century last one got away from me.   Wandering in my mind his heart became a wonder just how far our lives –   Could we see the light of day when the birds own the…

  • Walking Outside

    Pay attention to surroundings the world in concrete dustings we wear the right shoes they’ll comfort the blues make a long day seem rather sweet in an odd sort of flavor of calling the shots in a mid-day conference where decides the way.   Welcome the summer air fresh from last night’s rain, a thresh…

  • Recalling Purpose

    Took a walk in the wilderness, a forest to disappear in, looked about me at all the pine, the desert soil allows eyes to drift as far as the edge a world beyond me I’m told to   forget.   I’m here to be a sightseer, to breathe in the mountain air that raises my…

  • Wondering Why We Do

    I fight this battle, you see, it is a visual reality the need for me to recognize my own vulnerability is ok, it’s alright, it is part of the game we all play, we wake to a different horizon every morning, we sleep to a different melody at night, or perhaps during the day, wherever…

  • When A Friend’s Pain Defines Personal Purpose

    I have a fairly good life. I am gainfully employed, live in a seemingly free country, with all the benefits of free speech and liberty. I have a family, we are all healthy. Our lives are determined by our actions. Given all of that reward I sometimes question my purpose, and I begin to doubt…

  • Lest We Forget, Again

    For we do that, oh so often, we do decide upon a beautiful sunset, perhaps the rising moon, a sweet snowfall, even the rain of a heated summer day, lets our mind return to the numbing nature of a human condition built upon, the product of denial.   But we cannot, simply look alive people,…

  • When Will It Happen

    When will the day become the reason, when lives we seem to wonder a loud become just a natural breeze in the fall.   Because we honor tales people create they seem so simply easy to relate, and yet, we do every turn complicate.   A long time ago, a person listened, then told the…