What Crosses My Mind

  • Rhythm and Rhyme

    Much like my own twelve string, I play the words in such a manner makes me believe I might need a keyboard to tell my story, give me the rhythm to generate a mood, the rhyme to suggest a setting sublime, we all have our own worlds we like to dream, looked outside tonight into a…

  • Seeking Truths

    Walk with me this fine summer day, Let me understand just what this way of sharing ideals and complementing life can do to end the plight of immoral strife. We live in the land for freedom for everyone yet look outside and see how many haven’t one no singular feats to suggest an enterprise may…

  • 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…

  • Fighting Fatigue

    Depends upon the need when we know we agree, we are completely set free, from that mental fatigue. ~ Certain day we want it we choose to suggest it, use it as an old habit, our learned mental fatigue ~ Sitting in quiet repose wondering of a suppose, and then we are the foes, of…

  • Realize When it Happens

    We might want to live lives forever fond. There are no worrisome days, only dawned ~ reminders of the times we had much fun. Playing roles, acting strange only just begun ~ our waking hours, we slept without concern of what the day would bring. Young hearts to yearn ~ for simple beauty’s lovely elegance,…

  • On Aging

    When as a child I run rampant in field Life goes forward with every turning stone Sunshine streaming love’s energy afield ~ Our world is easy a skinned shin a shield Upon the fears of needing to atone For our sins as cognition will soon wield ~ Certain attention seems a player’s outfield Holds strength…

  • How Do We Know?

    And then I began to wonder How simple the term might be I asked for a quick definition Only to discover that deep under My own selfish insecurities Lied a measure of trepidation ~ When we examine the real passive Nature of human interactions while Giving ourselves to the status quo There comes a time…

  • Pull

    When that clarity in mind calls We always do seem to know For whenever we trip, we fall Might we now await a new goal? – Easy isn’t it to understand That every waking day is a sign Without a common place to land Our inherent passions will resign – There, desire is to continue…