What Crosses My Mind

  • Mind Massage

    It seems silly to imagine being cut from the same mold beautiful people sadly forgotten. Seems there might be a path, we could all trek trying to stay together not losing sight. When lost a tendency to quake remember all the somber matrimony of being alike. Though every little thing probably matters, in the end…

  • Listening to the News

    I’m feeling agitation, listening to mouthpieces slam each other, slam the office, slam the American people, Ignorance, forces themselves to believe in rhetoric, ‘we will never be great again’ oh my, 6th grade Civics again. ~ ‘lead from behind’ Hah! – I won’t go there, but they might, probably do. ~ Remember when we were told…

  • An Upsetting Time

    Stunned, a brief awareness, then disbelief, then horrific, ugly, insane realization. My people, your people, we people, all of us trying to breathe. We are told to ‘look the other way’ in a manner of speaking only because we still have compassion. We are asked to pass judgment upon soul driven desire across the divide…

  • Human Capacity

    I wonder if our society, matched up against your own, would matter too much, when it came down to simply, sucking air. I mean really having to survive on oxygen to breathe, to speak, to determine just how much our lives, depend upon one another, rather than only ourselves. ~ I am lost when trying…

  • Stand Firm; Lessons Learned

    We are an entitled society yes we are, we’ve been told, acknowledged, been forced to accept our need for … validation and anyone gets in my way I will mow you down in a heartbeat and bury your soul in the ashes. Oh, did I say that again there is a familiar ring, a calling,…

  • Times Like These

    measure me more tell me soon though, I’ve been tiring of late, the testing, leaves me wondering, about that side of things curious if there might be purpose, That’s it, always it, wrenching reality suggests it is on me, yes it is, no one else should even have to be the purveyor, the savior, the…

  • When Moments Cry

    Heart felt emotions strong, lumbering, deafening. Body frozen, time on a pendulum swings away with little accord or any matter of poise. That comes in the morning when the measuring stick awakens the soul to a new reality. Even if one can cry to release the tension of hurt, to unsheathe the weaponry, turmoil in…

  • Simple Post

    Walk straight and slam A post Like my psyche on a blatant day if I could know beforehand I might not go headlong into … Instead, I would respond with patience not passive removal just a reflection a natural mirror without any background beyond looking with caution in the eyes slowly losing hair yet, able…