What Crosses My Mind

  • This Quiet Passion

    It is a love, a desire, a response to silence, for so many occasions, while the skies do glance the usual, always, the emotions might trigger, might respond, could offer a storm of wrath, or perhaps, when least we anticipate, a light rain, to cleanse our soul, allow our lives to breathe, beyond the casual…

  • Our Violent Humanity

      It would seem we haven’t had enough, Watching our neighbors fall to the sword, The world around us eschewing the evil Of a nation lost in a swirl of self-pity. – No one to blame but ourselves, Yet that never comes into play, We are soon to discover some outlet, Easy to say we…

  • When In A State

    I would if asked, Suggest my world an easy one, Though to the onlooker, It may seem quite the opposite.   Depends upon the day, I might quickly suggest, Have I been, browbeaten again, Or just left for dead, I’d want to guess.   I wish there might be a time, Like the night I…

  • What Is Integrity

    I’m asking, not knowing, I’m believing, not completely understanding. I do know this, a smile, a gracious compliment, a willingness to step above the fray, I know there are opportunities likes this, to find our soul. Is that it I wonder to myself a loud. is all I’m doing part of the greater measure designed…

  • Sitting in my Armchair

    I was remembering a time, when I was younger, a quiet, reflective, young, boy. I think the same feelings existed way back then, when, I would wonder about whatever might be ahead. There were different sets of friends. Or at least we felt different, wait …   Time delivers chapters to our daily lives, when…

  • On Waking the Soul

    We carry ourselves, a part of the said society, the local groove, where be our means, we define who we are, why we do, where it is we belong, based upon the couple next door, the family down the street, the look of the vendor, when purchasing ordinary.   We measure our lives, in respect…

  • How Will Society React

      In Minneapolis, a white, blonde woman, of means was gunned down by a Somali police officer. Let me say this a different way. A woman in a dark alley was recently shot dead by a cop on patrol in south Minneapolis. Or I could say, after making a call to 911, a woman in…

  • I Wonder Who Told Me

    For it was that time my heart sank, when I knew I was no longer alone, I was exposed, and the world around me felt anger.   I walked the city streets that night, and the cobblestone felt ugly, looking for crevices to catch my feet, wanting to trip me into the street.   A…

  • When Healthy Battles an Excuse

    While it is surely our own decision to find the cure for the ailing sentiment, it is certainly our own decisive nature, can find neutrality in forgiveness.   Might we choose to be forsaken, mistake ridden, guilt driven, … shame … while the rest of the world motors on.   I once watched as my…

  • When in Sallow Form

    Can you see me, a suggested expression, one that does’t expect any reaction, except to say, go away, for I am of another dimension.   It is in the faces of our population, the happy troubadour in position, the contemplative activist, they’re all in it together, to suggest a mind has imagination.   Yet why…