What Crosses My Mind

  • Out of the Mind

    Comes this fairy tale some would call it a fast and friendly gale of why whenever might our soul in peace prevail change will be our writ. ~ Seems clear we see life as a partial of our being always in question is life though some are arguing doesn’t matter this strife we are meant…

  • In Depression’s Grip

    I wouldn’t say imagination, instead, a spiral of twisting metal, cracked concrete well below, the shavings of slivers and dust where the legs go. A night sky that looms in sunlight, clouded thinking, to the degree of a natural flight, over here, this time, that afternoon, one year in my life. I sometimes want to…

  • Knowing Outcomes

    What if, when we get there while we watch with eager anticipation, suddenly somewhere around our actuality comes screaming naturally realistic decisive storms correct my conclusive ambivalent apathy. Seeking nirvana now seems passe perhaps without regard for our own sanity … if.

  • Society

    People tend to run when noticed by others They’d rather cry alone People tend to run Instead of recognizing sad truths People wish to be removed From serious interactions on a rainy day Beside a cloudy morning When eyes just begin to waken Sunlight’s heat draws energy Delightful to our skin Refreshing and thriving Well…

  • Moments Near Windows

    The teacher said, ~ Draw a picture of the world outside Bring to life the vibrancy you might see ~ But I didn’t know what I could see Mattered little to her direction You see what I see might seem A little off, if I were to really let you see ~ Wait a little…