What Crosses My Mind

  • Learning to Hate

    I don’t know where it started, one day as a child, I think perhaps when they stole my bicycle, I hated that it wasn’t locked up, I hated not having any control, I hated the embarrassment of being vulnerable. I was only a child then, I believed in the impossible, I knew that anything could…

  • These are the people I remember

    I listen to a certain melody to bring me somewhere, need to step out of where I am, perhaps an escape, one might call it a sojourn, only works when I can find my right rhythm, my beat, my way of departing from my real place, into that world of imagination. I use music to…

  • My Moon is Wonder

    I noticed as the sky erupted with sole beauty mystique always at hand, nearby holding court wide in stride we recognize our humanity aims high, always illuminations to report. ~ I do recall as a child in my quiet obstinacy often a long stare, in wonder of a still glance until one day a friend…

  • Anxiety’s Breeze

    Feel it, when a wave spooks a present state of mind, unexpected, often uninvited, yet enough resilience to freeze a moment. We walk like this when we wish to show a safer side, a confident bit of posturing. We smile when the need does arise; it surely does speak to our manner. We question everything…

  • Evil Laughter

    “I read the news today oh boy About a lucky man who made the grade And though the news was rather sad Well I just had to …” – A Day in the Life (Beatles) Finish my lyrics with torment and greed. Sickened by the lust of power desecrates humanity as an intelligence run amok. Who…

  • On Purpose

    This morning, the sun awakens eyes, typical, we grow to expect these things, anonymity, matters little to the daily routine survival, when every one deals with their own, suggestion, that piece of advice giving hell, resistance, when everything seems beyond our reach, memory, that piece of love that reminds us all, humanity.

  • When Pain Is Real

    No longer is a possibility an afterthought No deeper can our hearts be further fraught No more, no more, We cannot circumvent our cursory passion. ~ When pain is real, oft consequence the lesser Paralytic feature while truths shield the confessor The breathing banter Escapes with certainty, a frightening fashion. ~ While judgment acts svelte in…

  • 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…

  • Cautious Eloquence

    Choose your words with care, recognize a world lies before us all, each one as wanton as the next for that valuable record. ~ I wonder if it is so chosen that we cross paths reasons ignite our ideals, suddenly words reign down, ~ eye contact becomes vague, our world’s collide, in the utterance of…

  • Letting Go of Control

    We do so often choose to realize far too late, the consequence of our dreams ~ While stroll sweet surreal in disguise we often relate yet fully unaware of our screams ~ Much later of course when commitment has taken hold we’re left to only wonder alone ~ Were it simpler to define our resentment might…