What Crosses My Mind

  • I want to cry sometimes when I can’t find my rhythm a towering inferno either this or that. Which one really holds a pulse versus I will choose some easier road, or gravel or yes. I watched the weather one childhood afternoon in disbelief it cannot possibly be that strong with it purples and reds…

  • We Belong To Each Other

    We wonder sometimes, a natural scheme, I mean, a dream, the right or wrong of knowing, of deciding. I speak to you, your response, I imagine, while perhaps yours, that visual reminder might cross paths with another memory some other reason, a previous need to understand, and yet, in all of this confusion, remains the…

  • Looks Define

    When listening to music, it piques the state of mind, if in a moment, we might be inspired, by a sound, a coined phrase, a certain lyric, oh so that’s all just fine, though, it is when the voice takes flight, when while listening, suddenly I’m drawn to a distant place, somewhere I’ve never found,…

  • 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…

  • When Moments Cry

    Heart felt emotions strong, lumbering, deafening. Body frozen, time on a pendulum swings away with little accord or any matter of poise. That comes in the morning when the measuring stick awakens the soul to a new reality. Even if one can cry to release the tension of hurt, to unsheathe the weaponry, turmoil in…

  • DIscreet Empathy

    That is when you wonder about the person on the other side riding in public they’re traveling in a world unlike our own yet, vastly different, probably, more likely we can ascertain only their look their frame of mind discreetly empathetic to everyone around them their world their own not yours, not mine, not theirs…