What Crosses My Mind

  • In Finding Love

    We are this world of living human beings Each of us do strive to privately soar Beyond the scope of whom we might ignore Only known, to live similar doings   We do each one of us wish to be known Gather in our soul, deliver evil From our seeming sacred hold, we might will…

  • Social Media Construct

    Used to carry a pencil Then a pen A pager; then a brick that dialed numbers. A typewriter That suddenly had a scrolling banner ~ One day while sitting in a café With a notepad and my pencil I kept looking your way Wondering if you might … ~ Today, there is little romance in…