What Crosses My Mind

  • 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…

  • 8 Years

    Eight years ago, I stood by your side, listening to your story, wondering how life could become such a travesty of pain and confusion. I felt fortunate to not struggle your loss, that loss of confidence, that departure of reasoning, the ability to throw your life away without a second’s thought, all for the mantra…

  • If I Could …

    … I might just decide to disappear, like a folktale that doesn’t receive recognition. I don’t really wonder about outcome, that’s not the point actually, that’s more the reason I just cannot step off the ledge and fly away today. Now do trust me conscience when I speak to you, I will not forgive a…

  • If Words Could Free

    If words could free the missing from the perils of their unknown pain we might see the streets filled again with laughter, children, delightful screams. If words could free the lonely longing stares in sideways mirrors, drifting time zones, hurtful glances might dissipate with passion in our hearts If words could free the angry we…