What Crosses My Mind

  • Days Gone By

    Picture a moment, when in just a flash, all that fancy cash came true, Embody the man I imagined might I  be, but I bypassed all the rules, the necessary tools of borrowed  time, not just wanton vanity, but realizing others are in need as well, beyond the scope of me. We can dream about our future goals yet somehow…

  • The Issue of Titles

    A bothersome necessity of authenticity is having a title, or perhaps, for some just finding a title, a nomenclature of credibility ascertained only by evidence, for some it is simply the words on a page or maybe a writ some might spend hours practicing, composing and rearranging their title, somehow that only signifies their identity.…

  • Standing Room Only

    A Saturday morning, an American coffee shop, a normal milling of the usual, latte, specialty drinks, fritters, my black coffee, and people scattered throughout the room wearing their apple watches, laptops, fit-bits, along with the regular crowd … ~ An iconic assortment defines who we are as a society living within each other’s reach, eye…

  • Just Today

    Only this moment, all else matters little, in your world, that one across the street, where the tracks can never meet. Think about what happens in that world, know it will happen again, maybe the same way or it could really be different again, depends how far we want to take our differences. ~ We…

  • Wake Me in the Morning Sunshine

    Will you please let me sleep in a little longer my bones are weary, I’m tired of knowing, just what lies around every corner of my world, the deceit, the hatred, the veiled hypocrisy. I can feel it like I do a chilly autumn breeze in July, you know the sort that suggests the dream…

  • Our Pedestal

    If whenever we reach out to one another really ask to be noticed, without using words, just the simple expression of our eyes, cannot tears alone provide the answer, will we only allow ourselves to feel compassion at the heels of natural pain, long after the actions of hurtful angst have knocked us off our…

  • Racism, Hate, Evil, Bigot … Reality

    I want to wrap my head around the pain, because that is where we belong, we cannot forget the horrific loss, the tragedy of humanity at its finest, buried within the wild constraints of evil. Where does it lie, just waiting? I know myself when I walk into a room, a certain baggage wrapped underneath…

  • Anxiety Rushes

    Waterfalls, rolling boulders, cascades of sand and dirt, imagination trying to tie ideas together, the collapse of a building at the hands of man, such is decisive harmony. Well then speak to the ills of human kind, those results of interaction, quiet moments of reality in a crowd. Tell me about your gatherings, which might…

  • Sitting Amongst Each Other

    We are all here, together again in the same room, we walk different paths, together we need directions, though if face you in the eye suddenly that desperation, fear that mocks our very sanity steps inside my realm, tweaks the moment … where did all the peace go, that just minutes before exists, when we…

  • I Am A Man

    (This is a piece I am writing for a men’s conference – I’m using nature as a tool of exploration. Your feedback is welcome, always. Thom) I have deep dark secrets I keep safely tucked away in the recesses of my mind. I very seldom reveal them to the general public, only to suggest, over…