What Crosses My Mind

  • Once, In Sunlight

    We did in quiet observation, attend of course the eyes windows that speak well beyond the notice of a fashion, of a trend, of an expectation.   Instead, just a glance where both pain and joy can reside, can wait for the next opportunity to speak aloud in the framework of sweet silence.   We…

  • the ‘august’ of my childhood

    for I remember when only as a child I would on a hilltop nearby cry out my fears alone at the edge of gravel a pathway held my dreams and my sanity for alone I could scream without being known, only I might be the wiser in a world so overthrown as some confusion, the…

  • There Are These Days

    When the right reach seems just beyond Instead of knowing we’d rather capture ourselves in a previous state of mind.   We know the truth is somewhere we might call it fond a memory, climactic, some experience a tangible travail when once we knew.   Seeking sunset splendor the waiting game a day of hours…

  • Will We Listen

    He would suggest we love one another a smile, a gracious host he always gave you the last peace, the first chance to realize, a quiet reminder of how a man could be gracious at any cost   His cost our decision a lot of indecision inside the spectrum of constant scrutiny versus a positive…

  • Life Is Not A Ploy

    Though there would be immediate disagreement in one, quiet satisfaction in another, in the final hour, one would realize if they did stop to glance, a world beyond their own device, would, might still exist, and in that social fabric ignored, a pain, a fighting soul whose rapture not found might emulate the sorrowful nature…

  • The Hypocrisy of Faith

    Steeped in idol trepidation, an iconic stature, a reasonably moral conclusion, yet, a stark reminder is when we choose to know our side.   Which side, whose side, why should we decide what favor we rely upon to gather strength, when choices made, become the standard bearer, the party favorite.   Words bandied about, tribalism,…

  • This Quiet Passion

    It is a love, a desire, a response to silence, for so many occasions, while the skies do glance the usual, always, the emotions might trigger, might respond, could offer a storm of wrath, or perhaps, when least we anticipate, a light rain, to cleanse our soul, allow our lives to breathe, beyond the casual…

  • When In A State

    I would if asked, Suggest my world an easy one, Though to the onlooker, It may seem quite the opposite.   Depends upon the day, I might quickly suggest, Have I been, browbeaten again, Or just left for dead, I’d want to guess.   I wish there might be a time, Like the night I…

  • I Wonder About Love

    Oh it is true the feeling you might have, the moment the mention, the imagined response to knowing, wanting, having, believing, sharing, all the keywords that could be eternal, always an option, for it was told, we could often recall, the word, the name, the title, the option, … and yet we always do somehow…

  • A Farewell Plea

    If the world turn suddenly brilliant with fire, what would be the response, a natural desire. if in armageddon we are selectively defined, what matters the moments where we wined.   While we imagine buildings collapse, lives lost in this magical spectacle of an embryonic frost, is the notions of survival even an able cause…