What Crosses My Mind

  • Losing My Heart

    A free verse moment ~ When I think about where I’ve been, the miles of deceit my mind has endured to decide upon some sacrifice get in line, they all wait with baited breath because it’s easy to decline any idea of fortune when feeling the pain of surviving seems to be the only outlet.…

  • A Week Doesn’t Matter

    Tears remain the same, the task ahead not as daunting as the moment, yet we haven’t chosen to let go of the moment. Perhaps the force of human nature in all of its eventuality will call our hand where then we will be asked by being told, it is time to move on, create another…

  • The Color Blue

    Everyone has a favorite color tonight I’ll pick blue for any number of reasons this seems to resonate not just the hue, state of mind or mood or choice as someone said to me tonight. We make a decision within ourselves to decide upon what it is we want to focus upon, sadness? depression? do…

  • What Rally Cry

    Standing alone, choosing alone, no dial tone, seems the last moments will bend forever the opportunity to glance ahead, beyond the scrutiny deeply laid inside the victim’s head.   and then …   There is the question of whose hurt is more measurable, the choice, or the outcome, the afterward, or perhaps it is the…

  • Be A Racist, It’s Ok, It’s 2017

    I walked into a nightmare today, names were dropped, words were tossed, I couldn’t get past an, an, an, an, omission of a hopeful anomaly, that turned awful, horrific, debatably ludicrous, seemed we were all so frivolous, funny, fanatics. Seemed we were all lost in the comfort of our WHITE PRIVILEGE! White privilege regarded itself,…

  • Love

    Its recognition is all we have, when we cry, when we want to die, when we sigh, there is a place that is waiting, when the wrath is over, while in the midst we remain frantic, we always question just why, where is it we were told to ready ourselves to take out, take out…

  • Last Night’s Anxiety

    Real. Made up will not suffice. Perfection is a model for memory when lost in the shadow of fear. Unstoppable. Passive. Remarkable in patterned stealth tendrils suffocation drawn. Observation. Callous. in every waking moment a trapping, a formidable locksmith might overlook. Posture. Presence. Quite assured no response to time could offer solution, satisfaction. Perhaps. Solution.…

  • These Keys

    In the woods, the wilderness evokes a sound of rustling, twigs snapping, a breeze through leaves that whisper a reality we cannot pretend away. Instead we listen, we joy in the simple nature of the forest in its pristine state, always waiting, forever growing, letting our lives appreciate its pure self. This is a key…

  • RIP Mork

    “It’s not about understanding… it’s about *not* giving up!” – Chris Nielson* *Robin William’s character in ‘What Dreams May Come’

  • I Cry Sometimes

    In the public eye what appears is shadows Silent images along a wall Faceless yet moving The physicality is all that really tells A story A moment A person looking directly cannot realize The true extent of the shadow’s eyes For their blank Unseen crevices in a brick foundation If for a glimpse Inside the…