What Crosses My Mind

  • Beyond Moments

    If in breath, a gasp, an eye glance, worlds interact with indifferent realities, only to provide expression, if only then might we understand. While a horizon away, a family struggles to recognize the wealth of their local dream, while on the other side, a smile. If during some compelling summer we all recognize theirs is…

  • While the Presses Run

    While the presses run, people continue to be real, if in a day I change my focus, the shell I’ve composed will remain on the surface.   While the presses run, the value of love does remain, if in a moment she sheds a real tear, nothing in the world will satisfy her impressive fear.…

  • Love Inside Fraud

      If I were a fraud, would that I might be color-soaked, Drawn by the anxious merchant is thought provoked. What urgency in my soul each day cause true agony Could reveal the nature of my heartbroken symphony. ~ In crimson drippings of sanity lost in majestic horizon While the Teflon magic of society maintain…

  • A Melancholy Reality

    I know it’s sad, meant to be, difficult to imagine telling the truth, with any happy inclusive hypocrisy. Stand with me, if only for a quiet moment, feel the pain, confusion turned to empathy, a wondrous feeling of empty promises. There is that shallow reckoning, comes with open eyes, a solemn reality, when in a…

  • A Dark Day

    I’m walking in sunlight, crisp winter morning shadows in ice, the common vapor of cars a bit of artistry, tangles toward a pretty blue sky. If I might welcome that energy, soothing to my lost soul in struggle, feeling the hurt of a reality in place, sort out the memory of what is good. I…

  • Ode to Truth

    I struggle a day can change weather is so fascinating long before predictability, when last night I believed I was clueless to how life might impact this moment. As I stand here now, debating the path to challenge no longer is there an evening stroll, the casual nature of the human condition, now put to…

  • Windswept Peace

    That’s when our lives begin to release our selves, to find the unity of love, we understand the world outside our eyes, to believe, to recognize faith, to practice truth.

  • When Pain Chose Happiness

    We do live by that dichotomy, each smile in a brilliant morning sky, has known disdain, has played the lottery, wondered about life in a peaceful watery cascade of delicious memory. When while life plays with impression, there are no longer any secrets nearly as confining as the victim of a circle of deceit. Now…

  • Walking With Anxiety

    Around the corner, I expect to find you, when just coming to a stop outside, I know you’ll be waiting, when they make eye contact, what is it this time they’ll decide is about you. When I reflect upon how often I have worried alone seems the hours of the day really do stretch themselves…

  • When I Was A Child

    I remember I could believe in magical things, the diamonds we cherished in wedding rings On a sunny day, I could imagine I’d see forever when rainbows appeared, I would run until never. ~ When I was a child I recall all of my scary dreams were mysterious inventions of my fears it seems. While happiness,…