What Crosses My Mind

  • Common Fears

    I have fears, they are frequent I have moments I wish I could cry I have fears, and they are frequent Wonder how many years, will I sigh ~ Wonder how many years, will I try ~ I can’t stand to storm the thinking When I weep I still feel connected Times like this I…

  • Grief In Funk

    A steady beat thump thump thought Ever listen only to lose yourself this cadence constant rhythm to ride. ~ Society has a blend a sorted compartmentalized need to play a funk, sense of liberty with our pace, a silent reminder. ~ Then stands grief alone and symbolic in its quiet interlude, a decision to make,…

  • A Circular Rhythm

    We draw circles around a mask, our lives. Each path we give another sweet facade however might surmise such actions odd. For we do covet a straight line that thrives.   Such is a world built as linear lines meant for a passage without a defense. acrid is a shelter by those who whence internal…

  • Finding A Rhythm

    I use music, depends upon the day, usually something upbeat, jazzy, message driven, something to soothe my soul, it is the motive of a rhythm to move the body, let the mind follow, let the whole of ourselves become transfixed, designed with the heart in sight.   We like to travel, I like to travel…

  • Haiku Pattern

    brief quick respond sweet while inside our hearts do meet tick we solemn greet ~ want happy ending searching for a new something always in yearning ~ simple truths began an early childhood plan never fear the man ~ summer in sunset a beautiful days only regret what is chaos let ~ once in a happy…

  • Whisper Autumn

    While skies begin a stretch of cooler winds body seeming to recognize limits each stepping stone, virtual time rescinds calculate further storm than time admits. ~ A child witness color – aging leaves headstrong emotions tacked upon crackles like a midnight fire sparks ember heaves slow to respond yet beauty sheds shackles. ~ Perhaps a…

  • Blues Journeyman

    He would like to believe that he could, give me the right idea he said, let me sing a little melody, let me believe I would. Just trying to find my groove, I speak to this, and listen to that, I trust my instincts, and we all, we all know about that. ~ I was…

  • Deep Thinker

    Sometime, long ago while he was wishing for more, a word crossed his lexicon while a simple analogy the eccentricity of normalcy caused him a stir. Always the wish for routine, easy marks, a leisurely stroll through challenges, an alluring sanity, might bore some, but for this man, his desire to thrive got in the…

  • Wonder Wheel

    A melody in a state of mind, a thought motivates a certain disc, recording, desire to hear a nostalgic notion. Used to be we would carefully, lift the cover off our lives, to keep the dust away, listen for hours to a melody that suggests we live this way, in a rhythmic trance, a desired…

  • Curiosity

    I listen to notes, take me on a certain journey, could be jazz, perhaps the Moody Blues, another day with B.B. King. I like to imagine being in the sailboat that appears, when in the throes of Enya’s words. I wonder sometimes where to go, then find a melody, a certain ambience, to match the…