What Crosses My Mind

  • Protected: Life Has Ironies

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  • The Obituary

    I wonder how they felt it might read, summing up their life, in a nutshell, passing through all of the bad times, focus upon the good, the energy, the meaning, the society we live in deems the necessary truths. If we knew, would we then change our mind, if we could stand in the back…

  • I Cannot Move

    I try sometimes, my energy propels me to a different place, a satisfying luxury, less common than I’d like to be, yet it always happen, the current, the arms and hands and legs and the talons always seem to covet me, without asking I might suggest, maintain, incite, a certain flavor of dependency, speaks to…

  • Why “13 Reasons Why” Is Important

    In the fine arts we are encouraged to go big with our ideas, to allow emphasis on the issue, the illusion, the piece of art being presented on the stage. The purpose is designed to get the point across to the audience, or keep them engaged. The true compliment to an artwork, no matter the…

  • In High School We Believed

    Everything mattered, occurred, became known, whether we wanted notoriety or a simple life as a student.   Remember walking the halls, feeling the eyes, wondering about thinking that could expose your own state of mind.   I remember they told me otherwise, so I trusted their ideal, and when the walls caved in they were…

  • Where Time Lays Path

    ~ If a measure could suggest definition, Would we cease succession of passion. While all around humanity play travails Might we all become a cutting prevails. ~ Search the world over for recompense Only then discover all momentous tense Realizations begin only again when slow Mind unyielding decides somehow show. ~ When in childhood needn’t…

  • Nine Line Parallels (part 6)

    We want to explode, with good scrutiny, certainly the wealth of chance idolization becomes forefront, the hopes and dreams of suicide no longer a necessary objective carry on let’s be together insidious tones (part 6)

  • When I Cannot Breathe

    There becomes a slight pang, grows with each sense of desire perhaps some might call it pain, yet this speaker would suggest a small fire. There becomes that need to understand, yet the clock ticks its metered reality, and the notion, the ideal, some aspect of hope, is filtered down again, to a one-time solution…

  • Losing Sight

    Motion a cylindric mechanism, always feeding upon a circular atmosphere constant, needy response to the world around no matter time of day, an attitude Complete we are so fluid though running through miles of tension in search of an anchor to compensate I we want to know a weighted yes to the dreams we have Believe.…

  • Choosing An Edge

    Republished on the recovery blog: Dan The Story Man I’m an addict, my therapist told me, edges are fun. When first I discovered my ‘affliction’ as it is oft times referred, I chose anger first to help unveil the true emotions buried. That was certainly the beginning of a long relationship with denial, many edges,…