What Crosses My Mind

  • Pieces of Me

    Wish I could find smallish memory wrap them in twine drop them in the sea Then might my eyes witness some effort now questioning why an absorbent support Will their history rather sink than float farewell this century shadowed life he wrote Above water may I not abhor Pain left living on the ocean floor

  • Prowess

    When a factor, a measure in time, while the observer the other’s own dime ~ held out to the beggar for the sake of truth to confront that pallor would it be uncouth. ~ To trigger the moment we all lose our shell in pity we might lament our loss is our hell. ~ Have…

  • If Letting Go Were Methodical

    The things we see, we rely upon like a sea of emotions flooding our shores, waves that toss our lives across a horizon of indifference. Yet why so important than if in one sweep of fast moving passion, our lives than become scrutiny, theirs, not ours, them, the people, outside of our comfort zone. Those…

  • Sitting With You

    ~ I have in morning at break of dawn, while the afternoon plodded on, I have in the evening watched your fury, in the tides of settling sea I have looked. ~ Yet in all of your mystery, I will look again for answers, cast an eye upon your majesty to realize I am again…

  • Insulate My Dreams

    For without truth I travel a stray leaving no one in my path certainly avoiding their need to say I might once feel their wrath. If I might pretend that my world exist in a rich and fancy land straight away, my life unfurled; the lights come on, white sand. I only wish that my dreams…

  • Inherent Love

    Recently a suggestion was made I suppose the human condition was at play We explored a society Our world as we live today. With so much pain across the planet It is sometimes a wonder if we truly Love one another. My world exists in a sea With every wave I travel, I experience a…