What Crosses My Mind

  • Depression Is A Reality

    A frozen state of mind, clear headed yet, stone-walled by fear.   When they speak of racing thoughts, it seems fruitless trying to slow down that progression, instead the eyes close.   While the strength of depression wreaks havoc upon vulnerability the body waits, an eventual light goes on.   Symptomatic to asking reality to…

  • 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,…

  • The Obituary

    I wonder how they felt it might read, summing up their life, in a nutshell, passing through all of the bad times, focus upon the good, the energy, the meaning, the society we live in deems the necessary truths. If we knew, would we then change our mind, if we could stand in the back…

  • Sometimes I Stop

    There is that occasion when the world evolves, and I, for the sake of I, stay static, I stop, I don’t smell  the flowers, or even walk in the humidity, instead, I am frozen in time, wondering just how many hours will drift past my eyes before I can know, before I might understand, why…

  • When Childhood Seemed Innocent

    We would play, for hours in May, anticipating the summer day, those opportunities ahead that contained no worries, no stress, no school remained.   I remember our time spent on the court the roundball, and later building a fort we camped in the woods across the fields, we lived for all the beauty that nature…

  • 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…

  • Dreams and Depression

    A typical day, waking up to wonder about life. I don’t awaken to a desire to mow the lawn, am not preoccupied with staining the deck, haven’t a lot of need to define my weekend, but figure out why? Yes, that is a daily preoccupation. I can fight the will to be happy better than…

  • When Just A Child

    I could laugh and scream all day, play in the soil and mock the world, there wasn’t a chance of being hurt I was simply a boy with a magic heart. I remember chuckling out loud, at a sibling playing a trick on me, I recall thinking that was allowed for as a child no…

  • In A Child’s Eyes

    You are my hero, whom guides me, softens the blow, when my reality is slow, in order to allow me, later on after time, to truly know. Then why I ask, my mentor, would you defeat my sense of beauty of elegance that natural world of delight with your caustic self aggrandizing perpetual lunacy. ~…

  • I Stopped Watching

    I listen to music puts me in certain frame of mind I want to be sad like the tears welling in the moment I want to feel pain for nothing will match their fears I want to ask is there anything we have control of in our lives. In my neighborhood tonight I watched people…