What Crosses My Mind

  • Validation

    Is it a want, a need, a purpose, defines the living soul, the eyes of which, a world may rely upon to assist simple understanding.   The manner we posture, a walk, a glance, an utterance, measured by one, thought of as many aspects – how an introduction might manifest an outcome.   If by…

  • Being Real

    Certainly, life is a challenge, wake up to a peaceful sunlit morning, compelled to go back to dreams, life is waiting with a plundering notion, at least, that’s what a voice tells me, when trying to ascertain, getting a grip, get a grip, get a grasp, we all do grapple with a sweet ideal, when…

  • The Absurdity of Time

    Oh yes, did you hear about the time … how often can we, separate one moment from another, stretch away from that time, to now quickly embrace, today, or was it yesterday, felt better than before, gave credence to wanting more, until last night, when it all hit home, the shadows, the memories, the crack…

  • 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…

  • When Time Seems Immediate

    It is those hours as a child, as a young romantic, in the throes of a miscreant’s goal, when time seems forever, to be still, to not move, to shadow the moments ahead, it is in those quiet seconds of reality, we seem to venture forth to discover our resilient nature. Is this a valuable…

  • Summer Daze Alone

    A familiar air, cloudless sky, Listen to the sounds of a backyard, tree trimmers, grass cutters, BBQ-ing neighbors, listen to the children with innocent screams nearby.   He would understand, their natural allegiance to the land around them being an open playground, his own did the same, decades earlier, on similar days, a cloudless sky,…

  • Mother

    A heartbeat. A cradled affection, a sense of worry is unconditional, she will always remember that one time.   Oh while the years pass, many judgments, a currency of opportunity, an aesthetic realization that depends upon her eyes, she will always remember that one time.   We willingly recall, the time she managed our innocence…

  • When Society Chooses Self

    We do pronounce our selves in an elitist light, Always to suggest ours is the more important route, Forever drawn by goals to merit personal might We seem destined to burn, a wrath soon flames out.   When lives become the natural course of a purpose, Seems suddenly we chart a distance toward a freeing Way…

  • Reaching For Reason

    I began a journey  with only personal motives; I know there is a world out there beyond my grasp. I thought I might contribute with reason driving a passion wanting to be heard and listen to the applause. Is that what we want are we all smitten to the moment of self guided opportunity? I…