What Crosses My Mind

  • The Satisfying Poet

    The one that rhymes, cadence happy fellow. when forever seems attractive, a silent dawn really quiet, a mountaintop filled with glorified promise, a valley below that suggested, a passing fancy drawn by a river of gold. ~ We can believe our hearts are sold to the highest progression of internal rhyme, the ability for 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…

  • When Words Will Weave

    *** Once, as a child, I misunderstood, suddenly my world became filled with some syllabic garble, I was afraid from that very moment my words were nonsensical that is until I listened to you, the voices of matter around me. I soon discovered that words did ring aloud upon deaf ears certainly when those being…

  • Searching in Sounds

    Recently I have come to know my muse in the sounds that trigger moments dear to my inner peace. If a certain melody can remind me of a time a life moment when chance discovery brought me to a newer place, if when inside that traveling caravan, I was then able to redefine what it…

  • The Issue of Titles

    A bothersome necessity of authenticity is having a title, or perhaps, for some just finding a title, a nomenclature of credibility ascertained only by evidence, for some it is simply the words on a page or maybe a writ some might spend hours practicing, composing and rearranging their title, somehow that only signifies their identity.…

  • Words Inside

    This is for everyone whom desires certain meaning when inside their mind, their struggles are apparent This is for that sunny afternoon that stares tempting while inside the mind, our fears we still relent. ~ A long time ago in a couch made of leather a man spoke to how our words may reckon decisive…

  • Eccentric Complement

    When life stopped, that ideal romantic interlude, our travel together, we were a match in the fall of ’78, ’79 I looked in your eyes, while the traffic went by, didn’t matter really, your smile radiant, you had your elegant demeanor, I was a young lad, you were my gift, I couldn’t imagine a more…

  • Rest Quiet

    Forget the burden of wonder, the appalling nature of discovery, that moment when our heart rages with a fury of emotion, pulsating, your chest aroused to such a level of anxiety, one cannot recall a calm. It may please you to know a comfort level awaits one the surge of the moon’s tide allows the…

  • Music To Cry By (Sade)

    She is just beautiful, sleek, smooth, black, like a midnight sun, rolling across the ocean’s tide, I watch her, eyes that move through me, when she looks, when she sees me glancing her way, I wonder sometimes, when standing before us all, if she can feel the passion, we all believe is moving through her…

  • Writer’s Block

    Funny right? Nobody ever acknowledges it, just talks about it, well, reels and reels in panic about just that lacking inspiration, inability to put anything down, not a lacking desire, just a slacking fire, the burning candles are all smoldering inside a tempest of angst driven loss of purpose. For that is why we right…