What Crosses My Mind

  • I Wonder Who Told Me

    For it was that time my heart sank, when I knew I was no longer alone, I was exposed, and the world around me felt anger.   I walked the city streets that night, and the cobblestone felt ugly, looking for crevices to catch my feet, wanting to trip me into the street.   A…

  • Finding Voice

    I walked outside and screamed at the bottom of my driveway, only because I knew no one would notice, well, they did, and their doors shut, I stood in my neighborhood and felt completely alone.   The manicured lawns, similarly styled rose gardens, the roof repair and invisible fences, street signs that suggested we all…

  • A Farewell Plea

    If the world turn suddenly brilliant with fire, what would be the response, a natural desire. if in armageddon we are selectively defined, what matters the moments where we wined.   While we imagine buildings collapse, lives lost in this magical spectacle of an embryonic frost, is the notions of survival even an able cause…

  • A Melancholy Reality

    I know it’s sad, meant to be, difficult to imagine telling the truth, with any happy inclusive hypocrisy. Stand with me, if only for a quiet moment, feel the pain, confusion turned to empathy, a wondrous feeling of empty promises. There is that shallow reckoning, comes with open eyes, a solemn reality, when in a…

  • Last Night’s Anxiety

    Real. Made up will not suffice. Perfection is a model for memory when lost in the shadow of fear. Unstoppable. Passive. Remarkable in patterned stealth tendrils suffocation drawn. Observation. Callous. in every waking moment a trapping, a formidable locksmith might overlook. Posture. Presence. Quite assured no response to time could offer solution, satisfaction. Perhaps. Solution.…

  • In Harps and Violins

    Where I would like to be when I pass along my legacy, without the notion of morbid reality I would wish to be in a lift an elevation of state of mind you see We are part of this world of constant scrutiny far more lethal it seems in the internal quest toward sanity, than…

  • When I Was A Child

    I remember I could believe in magical things, the diamonds we cherished in wedding rings On a sunny day, I could imagine I’d see forever when rainbows appeared, I would run until never. ~ When I was a child I recall all of my scary dreams were mysterious inventions of my fears it seems. While happiness,…

  • Life is a Principle

    We have to choose, for if we cannot imagine beyond the scope we lose all sight of what is certain. that we have to go forward, though the past does beckon, we mustn’t allow toward a chasm of misfortune. ~ When I awoke I began a dream I wished for a newer focus yet instead…

  • Spare Me An Hour

    I wonder, while my eyelids weightless in a vacuum, imagine miles the allowance of a measure a value option when we cross paths decide upon a course of autonomy, our own manner of delve into a sea of natural controversy. ~ While the world conveys a certain security in sync with planned reality, how often…

  • When Reality Knocked

    I wanted to pause, I used to be able to, she was always there, to wipe away a tear, tie a shoe, fix my hair, I remember the first time she called me handsome, I turned red, and stammered a bit, the sort of stuttered that charmed her, she smiled, lit a cigarette, went back…