What Crosses My Mind

  • In Dreams We Cry

    ~ When I want to cry, yet I cannot, the mask will hinder my ability to cast a shadow upon my eye. While the world exists with little regard to handle the crisis I feel will always create my own why. I cannot return to what once was that world, whether we might know one…

  • Five Pictures, Five Photos – Day Five; On Diversity

    Well, I missed the day, so this is an early morning contribution to the five days, five photos exercise that Dancing Echoes turned me on to a week ago. I will finish with one last piece. Again, the people I nominated to carry this out are Souldier Girl, Dana Renee, John Coyote & Ivon Prefontaine…

  • Letting the Blues Speak

    Sometimes I stare at a blank wall, I mean I really do, could actually describe the texture, cold and sort of metallic gray with a never ending mass, invisible to the eye, your eyes of course. Those of you that walk around me, seem able to walk right through, and when on the other side,…

  • Suicide and Circumstance

    I wonder sometimes, what little difference remains, when the human spirit begins their slow decline. Are we that easily fallible we would sacrifice everyone, is it just that selfish misery, that creates desire to be gone. Lost passion, lost desire, a careful scrutiny blends our knowledge of a fire ignites what we aspire. Yet circumstance…

  • Truth is Beauty

    That’s when I love you, when I can know the beauty, every day, so many worlds, so often we see our truths, and walk right by, lives busy with that medley of forgotten dreams, desires, notions. ~ That is when I want you, when I can feel you near me, beyond your lovely physicality, yet…

  • When Rounding Corners

    Recall the velocity of our lives while shapes and arrows aim high, the low horizons remain like knives keeping us grounded without deny ~ We can believe we are always free, yet in a moment the trappings of love ask us when we might remember we were once listening to the cooing dove. ~ Speaks…

  • Whispers

    Draw me close you hear my words. The fear is real, leaving the notion of conversation a remote tragedy. I would watch everyone walk by until alone I could survey the remainder. That is when the peace arrives, when the whispers have faded into the concrete walls of an early morning encounter, testing my will…

  • Subjective Glance – A Sonnet

    One moment smiling and the next staring Interactions in a public setting That quiet notice, affect disappears While worlds revolve alone surely glaring Upon each other, likened blood-letting. Vulnerable, practices masking fears, Each time we step outside our remedy There waits another, sordid malady. If ever we might laugh a genuine Note of honesty certain,…

  • Reality Blues

    Seems I haven’t listened recently, taken the time, found my rhythm, played the riffs of my existential pathway to the world I choose to live in by the way … have you noticed how easily drawn in our lives may become when one simple rule is put aside, sort of like a long and distant…

  • Dark Secrets

    Carry such weight Trouble only reveals the pain if windows are open. Behind shuttered caverns shadows are constant circling our passions. What convinces me to feel when those I am around have not the same perils. Is it self-image or their appearance that compels my mind to travel inside a mire of uncertainty an unwillingness…