What Crosses My Mind

  • To Find My Soul

    Often as the wind might change direction so does my heart begin its own journey to find my soul, to search for absolution from the scariest parts of my, my disarray. ~ Oh to know the beast of my own conclusive nature toward wanting only a defeated psyche. One could easily describe such is my…

  • Losing My Heart

    A free verse moment ~ When I think about where I’ve been, the miles of deceit my mind has endured to decide upon some sacrifice get in line, they all wait with baited breath because it’s easy to decline any idea of fortune when feeling the pain of surviving seems to be the only outlet.…

  • Fighting Present

    The past wants a piece of flesh, always waiting wondering when to jump on a moment with fresh ideas, exploiting our lives again. ~ Seems where we go always here back to a familiar surrounding when and if we understand fear began in our heart this morning. ~ I walked while outside the weep covered…

  • I Wish You Could Hear Me

    Sometimes I try to find the right word it’s like picking stars out of the sky, I find myself wondering how absurd it is to constantly be asking why. ~ She told me the truth of how she felt I wouldn’t listen, she could only resist There’s a sweet smile makes me melt Instead of…

  • Two Soul

    We did when once held eyes then spoke of feeling blessed. We asked each other if that held inside matched each other. Would wits in unison strike gold or a stricken fever would be the natural course of love when fraught with fear the flip-side will prevail. We spoke of time in a sudden fantasy…

  • While Anxiety Will Surge

    Someone might remind kindness, our soul may arise from the depths of a shadowed past, preventing present its opportunity to thrive inside the worrisome reality of this pandemic, our Covid moments, turn months into years, stopping our normalcy, creating a new reality, one so often overlooked until suddenly today, we do stand alone, looking through…

  • The White Out

    In a sudden state of conclusion, a confusion, an interruption of our ultimatum, we were in a stirring rendition, of love, of fun, of childhood, when simply in the notice of our soul catcher, we were told it is time to go home.   Now in the quiet of the day, when laying back in…

  • We Are Here, Again

    When I was a child, I remember well, the gathering of family, all indeed similar. In the early morning anticipation, a spell of wonder, love, then all arrived from afar. Conversations were readily heard inside the walls of a gathering of similar soul. The children played a sweet naive pride, allowed adults to know love,…

  • While Eyes Remain

    Shapes and sizes, designs alter the world around us give us all indicative signs decaying lives incredulous ~ While eyes remain the key Sheltered in shadows we see ~ A cosmetic journey it becomes wardrobed fashion and trend we all know how love succumbs pretty lives in highlights defend ~ While eyes remain the key…

  • That Life is Good

    When waking to the morning sun new breath to match quiet repose one might wonder if this hour begun could would help discover a suppose. ~ When tossing about the day’s activity can we see far enough ahead to prevent that sense of lost desire in proclivity that sort of burrowing down we lament. ~…