What Crosses My Mind

  • In Nostalgic Trappings

    I so easily return, begin again, recycle, revisit, reimagine that moment that will forever be sealed in memory. If I might could we only reword a couple of moments, retrace the direction we were heading, before suddenly all the havoc of our generation overturned the reality we once believed to be our own, before we…

  • Anxiety Rush

    I think the day was rather sunny, at least that I recall, layered in my own shawl a travesty of the fall of humanity. ~ Could we ever move in freedom if when we blink an eye there is the question why should we attempt design a kingdom. ~ When while a spiritual guide exists…

  • Listening to the News

    I’m feeling agitation, listening to mouthpieces slam each other, slam the office, slam the American people, Ignorance, forces themselves to believe in rhetoric, ‘we will never be great again’ oh my, 6th grade Civics again. ~ ‘lead from behind’ Hah! – I won’t go there, but they might, probably do. ~ Remember when we were told…

  • Walking With Anxiety

    Around the corner, I expect to find you, when just coming to a stop outside, I know you’ll be waiting, when they make eye contact, what is it this time they’ll decide is about you. When I reflect upon how often I have worried alone seems the hours of the day really do stretch themselves…

  • What I Want

    What I want is certainly that which I cannot have though I think that true of everyone including the stars in the sky, hanging in the balance always in a shine, wondering just where everyone else lies. What I want is to understand the purpose of knowing just that outlet whereby my satisfaction becomes immediate…

  • Learning to Hate

    I don’t know where it started, one day as a child, I think perhaps when they stole my bicycle, I hated that it wasn’t locked up, I hated not having any control, I hated the embarrassment of being vulnerable. I was only a child then, I believed in the impossible, I knew that anything could…

  • Why Love Can Speak

    We define ourselves by needs by the operative term of finding freedom, we might be the one that bleeds if while in action we lose our kingdom to the crusader, the challenger, the chilling antagonist. We question the rights and our own wrongs when trying to combine value upon a selfish agonizing scream unknown while…

  • Her Eyes

    She sits with cold reasoning trying to believe knowing everyone around her disagrees decides to illicit a remark cements her current posture. If I look across the room I can see she is different, her burqa wraps her fears inside eyes with tears imagine fear. Yet this is all we have, the only part of…

  • Just Waking – A Sonnet

    When the skies are meant to design my day Reflect upon the chosen roads carve my way While shadow the puddles from the rains Remind ourselves as we joyful splash remains ~ Soothe the eyes inside restful morning’s light Awaken the dreams, desires, places we might Satisfy our needs as we discuss the hours beyond…

  • When World’s Collide

    Severe variables immediate collossal pathways merge energy driven passion aligned We have these adventures ahead with our own perceptive dreams Decisive ideals Value begotten Carousel synergy Outlier Definitions While our lives are interchangeable where is it the stopgap of indecision I once knew a woman who whenever hurt or pain announced their presence she could…