What Crosses My Mind

  • Passing Cars, Traveling Lives

    When I was a little boy, leaving nose prints on the picture window, in the rain, the streaks I’d follow a free hand, fingertips, tracing this world in some design.   When I was a little boy, I’d watch the travelers all of them pointed in some direction, a quiet neighborhood, I’d often know the…

  • I Am Affected

    I am affected by maybe one, perhaps two, often it might be you, the state of mind I carry through my day, coordinates with how I feel, how I say, I’m doing just okay, and then the hours creep on by until later in my own quiet solace, I realize the two, maybe one, maybe…

  • Some Times While Waiting

    Easily we might understand the loss of time, when we did hope there would be some remind of a sweeter revenue in the gifts of our humankind.   So often is it true when we wake from a lesson learned, an anxious melody of circumstance, and gathering our senses seem surreal.   Walking along the…

  • Depression Is A Reality

    A frozen state of mind, clear headed yet, stone-walled by fear.   When they speak of racing thoughts, it seems fruitless trying to slow down that progression, instead the eyes close.   While the strength of depression wreaks havoc upon vulnerability the body waits, an eventual light goes on.   Symptomatic to asking reality to…

  • When Voices Speak

    So much easier is the quiet, the peace of reflection without an internal buzz of prophecy, the constant of the mind.   I woke today to realize my prom decades beyond this my reality, yet tonight, students who walk, they talk, they all believe the same.   We are not that far apart from ourselves…

  • On The Occasion of Equality

    What would happen, to jealousy, to envy, to wanting more, to wishing that one were less inclined, understanding the difference between yours and mine.   What would be said, when questions arose, about the ludicrous nature, of those with a nose for finding fault in their neighbor rather than atoning their own yard.   Where…

  • It Is A Beautiful Day

    How so do the moods define our day, we wake to a sunlit morning to defy the odds, or perhaps we settle in selective pods stepped away we did from society’s way.   A certain lovely attraction is contained in smile circus acts and normalcy all find sweet balance, life becomes less of form, tossed…

  • MLK Jr. – 50 Years Ago His Words Began

    I knew this man, well, my mother, she taught me to know this man.   i remember when he spoke, his voice was beautiful, a rhapsody of passionate words to speak to everyone.   A scared nation, completely aware of what really is hell, what was this man’s tell.   I remember my mother saying…

  • When A Mass Shooter Commits Suicide

    I feel lost and helpless, out of control, I cannot fathom the pain that is now endured by the family, the friend, the community, the loss of life so random and unexpected, … and this has nothing to do with the shooter.   I’m left in a fury of angst and simple confusion, I know…

  • An Easter Sunday Prayer

    I would wish we might all love, if only for the hours of this day, turn to one another, the fear we even imagine in doing so, be put aside, for we are all wanting to show effort toward recognizing our own sense of balance in knowing there is a special bond, a reality, a…