What Crosses My Mind

  • At What Cost

    When does society step in a personal plea to live our lives within a desire to be free. We all feel this burden one day to the next depends upon the stairs ahead and whether we climb in context. We all suspend our actions when faced with a confusion how possible is traction when lost…

  • If I Might Be This

    I am slowly beginning to age, a sort of catching up where my youth did seem resilient to a process of slowing down. ~ And yet am I ready would be the question we might all wish an answer to find some distant resolution. ~ See the life of the average man, always pining for…

  • The Edge of Reason

    What stake have we in righteous turbulence, perhaps is reason to submit, suggest, offer and consider, compassion might allow a progressive response yet allowance of circumstance, that told responsibility a valuable lesson.   In night air came a perpetual fire taunted by winds, a breeze so is a prevalent sky, leading our lives into the…

  • Who I Was, Who I Am

    A script exists for all of us, none of which will drag on no melodrama only the reality of our lives.   We choose to want to know long before we ever have a need the two iconic parallels oh wants and needs, oh travesty.   I once took a ride on a city bus…

  • Standing On The Edge

    The job is done, there is a light ahead, a bit of peace, planning for a soft landing the harsh reality of this reason our own examined purpose seems less imperative   Watching the rains today falling forever a reminder of a constant unlike the streaking sunlight of a gorgeous spring day, rains are fallible…

  • A Life Led

    Watching movies all of our lives, imagined scenarios, romantic interludes with coveted designs all created within the scope of such sweet select yearn we celebrate a constant envy.   While the world reminds us of simple routine, a Thanksgiving Day parade the Macy’s celebration, streets lined with normalcy, our world in a capsule filled with…

  • I Looked Into the Eyes of a Dying Woman

    The other day, I traveled across a state to say good-bye to a friend. I did it because I wanted her to realize just how worth it she is. I did it for the love I have for her and her children. I did it because I cared. But the trip wasn’t meant to be…

  • There’s a Song About It Too

    I think it’s the Counting Crows, well now I know it is, just being stylish, setting the tone, the moment when everything matters, inside the look of a photo.   I woke to this image in the morning, it represents something, a journey I suppose, where all eyes come together to find some peace, waking…

  • 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,…

  • While Digging

    With a mental spade in hand, I broke ground in a volatile land.   It is the sort of tale we often forget, when suddenly life simply won’t relent.   I crossed over into a forgotten meadow, only to find I’d still carried a shadow.   There is a reality in knowing the right word…