What Crosses My Mind

  • Losing Faith

    When unwrapping the sheer plastic skin surface shield a film we all seem to carry around we only release it when the time is right, we feel safe, compelled to take the next step toward independence from that which confines our resilient human condition ~ How quickly can we rush to the water’s edge, that…

  • When People Do Depart

    Years ago, with a stamp and a leap of faith, I would begin my wait, until one sunny afternoon, I would see the delivery, always hoping you might be there, to say hello, ~ So often as the gravel chimed my feet, I would hear your voice again, through the words on paper, a parchment…

  • Simple Truth

    I went up to someone today, I spoke what I thought to be the truth, She looked at me with a pointed eye, I wondered just why. ~ You see I’d wanted to for awhile, speak to her about what it is I believe, there was another involved, she would truly (truth) understand why. ~…

  • Self Preservation

    When once we imagined our lives to be free we balance the hours of time in this way. We always imagine the day ahead will be an easier margin for error than was today. ~ Sunshine in morning autumn burning leaves we recognize the sheath of summer’s end. When while the wind begins Her steady…

  • Truth

    However hidden when did the initial words resonate were it be the initial innocence lost in a wave of deceit. How careful our lives while a sojourn of responsibility defined in the beholder’s eyes, yet, what then of Nature, how might that sacrifice become tantamount in recognition, in spearation in … When the planets align,…

  • `The Decay of a Day

    In a methodical mess of time, our world has been defined, by hypocrisy, or idiocy, or lunacy, or whichever descriptive horror, travesty, diminished capacity, we might choose to operate from. The ticking of a clock began our morning, from federal sacrifice to teacher ignorance, our society believes, we can will away all the misery, our…

  • To Write a Wrong

    Clever we are given allowance with our word an opportunity to state simply the absurd. ~ Yet today with vast swift lines of hyper-space so often our word becomes a shadowed face. ~ We slap one another gladly with the aim of syntax always apparent, forever feeling no hidden tax ~ Unlike some childhood when…

  • We Live Human Lives

    ~ We live human lives. Together we define how society might perceive our world, their natural abundance is imagined through his eyes, her ideals designed to speak to someone else who might just well, be the same, have a similar internal sketchpad on how each perception we suggest, choose to live out, imagine, fantasize, provide idyllic scrutiny,…

  • If Only He Might Follow Me

    *** If only, I might begin to understand, he would follow me, I would certain traverse the land, to be sure, he might follow me. If only in the world ahead of us all, we could predict when just before the fall, what energy, what source of nature, could give us hope, could allow us…

  • Truth is Beauty

    That’s when I love you, when I can know the beauty, every day, so many worlds, so often we see our truths, and walk right by, lives busy with that medley of forgotten dreams, desires, notions. ~ That is when I want you, when I can feel you near me, beyond your lovely physicality, yet…