What Crosses My Mind

  • The State of Our Mind

    We witness the fall of our nation, Every news report, Even the silence alone is telling. It’s that quiet confusion, Always evades reasonable truths, And runs us into the ground. There’s a faction of desperation  Seems impossible to address, Maybe it’s about comprehension. So many street corners, Holding onto anxious eyes. We see them everyday,…

  • Being Alone

    I suppose it’s a state of mind, My world crumbling around me. Little sound bytes of tyranny Veiled by loyal mouthpieces. We sometimes feel isolated By surges of the unthinkable. We wonder out loud some times, Believing the mystery awaiting. Even then the facade is stronger, Our words are tied in knots. When a wish…

  • The Next Day

    That’s really how it feels sometimes. One day, I’m on top of the world, and the next just scratching the surface, feeling the grit inside my frame of mind, unable to process what was once like hang gliding in the atmosphere one beautiful fall afternoon. Then something happens in our world that cannot be denied.…

  • A Prayer For Meaning

      Today the battle won for the many, those lives that fill our hearts with meaning, the memories of laughter, filled the room, when so many others were left alone.   Today, we do recall our brothers and sisters, whose names we all know always forever, the lives of strong, courageous beings, went before our…

  • Peaceful Resistance

    What led the world to respond, with not only a few, enough to stop the presses or perhaps filter the pond, that place with which he will empty he stresses.   There this movement spoke with urgency offered the eyes of millions to understand we are framed within our own clemency, to know the bounds…

  • Clowns Among Children

    We are a sad face To listen to our squeal We can never erase Such a psychotic wheel ~ They play their stupid games Each one cruel as another Doesn’t matter their aims Just a hypocritical bother. ~ I wonder what they imagine when fear is a constant knock Across the pond the whine of…

  • Donald Trump & Everyone Else ( a rant )

    Here’s the thing. I wrote a poem based completely upon the persona that Donald Trump showed America in an interview shortly before he gave a campaign speech in Iowa. What is really frightening is that people will actually take the time to listen to him. The man is a fraud of himself and he doesn’t…

  • Thinking Out Loud … Again (Revised)

    I’ve read and listened to a lot of opinion throughout the week centered around the Charleston tragedy. I have been trying to wrap my head around this new yet predictable nightmare in our society. I have read about the politicizing of real deaths at the hand of a racist. I’ve listened to the dialogue that…

  • That War Thing

    Remember when we were kids while the men built the world around us Soft dirt piles that stretched for miles We’d have dirtball fights, tossing clay across the fields Until our parents yelled and bayed Saying soon, an eye will be taken out by one of y’all We were having our own replicated war Safely…

  • Social Stigma Screams

    Remember waiting for the phone Calling or dialing Even the cylinder seemed a chore When your words were carefully Chosen Thoughts that ran through your mind Might be jotted down on Parchment Paper in our day became a recorded History of benevolent memory Lots of love was passed From one letter to another Remember waiting…