What Crosses My Mind

  • I Cried

    Like a baby I did, many nights alone, I no longer knew who I was anymore. I would wake in the morning and sob over my coffee, my eyes swollen from just the night before. Before that and every day in between. I no longer knew who I was anymore. People I would ask would…

  • Tears in My Eyes

    I have tears in my eyes so belaboring are my cries. Much of my fear a disconnect, why is this my life I select? ~ I wish I might bring her back, a spiritual mystique I lack. I wonder sometimes the life you lead how often with you would be my need. ~ I know…

  • Why Tears

    Always on the edge of falling apart, like gravel landscape a fluid motion, kicking me to the side of the road. ~ What’s inside that needs to part my frame of mind, this emotion rules I’ve never really understood. ~ I wanted to just live in normalcy always the listener without fear Yet somehow anywhere…

  • As Rains Might Fall

    A quiet solitude, soft patterns of rain, in a breeze tossed there and about would I know the sounds would soothe my soul in any moment of wonderment. ~ I do lay upon a silent morning when steady the waters of a sweet melody and scents olfactory carry my mind distant to my nearby retirement,…

  • The Rains Began

    Seemed days had passed, since I’d heard their steady cry, my rooftop comes alive, with the steady rains,   Oh we do need the tears, especially in those quiet times, when our heart has stopped.   The beat of our sympathy, some time lost in the scathing heat, of a hot sunlight, meant to persecute…

  • Last Night’s Anxiety

    Real. Made up will not suffice. Perfection is a model for memory when lost in the shadow of fear. Unstoppable. Passive. Remarkable in patterned stealth tendrils suffocation drawn. Observation. Callous. in every waking moment a trapping, a formidable locksmith might overlook. Posture. Presence. Quite assured no response to time could offer solution, satisfaction. Perhaps. Solution.…

  • Why Do We Teach?

    We measure our lives for the children, whether we advocate whether we understand whether we accept whether we gratify whether we acknowledge our own defeatist frame of mind while trying to change lives along the way. ~ I faced an obstacle today, one that turned out represented a state of mind, a clear example of…

  • When Obama Cries

    I would ask you this, when your criticism mounts, do you remember your own tears? When President Obama shows real tears, is there a moment when we wonder about ourselves, when human nature responds with emotion, we enjoy, we love, we relish the opportunity to point out our weak society. When the Newtown tragedy was…

  • Freedom Without Tears

    At first glance nearly impossible, to imagine, our lives holding dry eyes while freedom quietly knocks on our door. We have to understand with love we explore the beauty of acceptance that surreal moment when peace speaks. I want to believe freedom without tears might exist in the heart when this world begins the day…

  • An Upsetting Time

    Stunned, a brief awareness, then disbelief, then horrific, ugly, insane realization. My people, your people, we people, all of us trying to breathe. We are told to ‘look the other way’ in a manner of speaking only because we still have compassion. We are asked to pass judgment upon soul driven desire across the divide…