What Crosses My Mind

  • Addiction and Finding Beauty

    Oh to discover a resolve, to know just how easy it might have been, now with years of solitude, time enough to let one’s heart bend.   The sallow nature of my contempt for a life beyond any circumstance, that bellows the societal ill I might wish to dissuade perchance.   When once sheer beauty…

  • Dancing with my Skeletons

    It was just the other day In a cold December way. We were dancing on the avenue When I noticed I might review. Shadows always would loom Darkening the dim lit room, Where I might seek refuge Allowing the onslaught; a deluge Of memory driven desires tapped Sealed, locked away and trapped Within a moment…