What Crosses My Mind

  • Waiting for the Zombies

    I’m not one for mass hysteria, won’t find me holding a ‘the world will end tomorrow’ or catch me if you can while I run myself ragged with a self-seeking paranoid delusion.   Walk me through the pain, it is real, it is scary, so surreal feels like an apocalypse not the news, go shopping…

  • The Beginnings of How We Believe

    I suppose there has to be a little peace, the mind in a restful state, oh and music offers a solace, an avenue to draw the heart along a wonderful path of sweetness.   I remember as a child there was this hilltop, can’t call it a mountain, but the anyway was the reach, a…

  • Life Is Not A Ploy

    Though there would be immediate disagreement in one, quiet satisfaction in another, in the final hour, one would realize if they did stop to glance, a world beyond their own device, would, might still exist, and in that social fabric ignored, a pain, a fighting soul whose rapture not found might emulate the sorrowful nature…

  • I Have These Moments …

    I forget, I react, I overload, Symptomatic of a torn life I suppose.   A lot of years ago I wouldn’t imagine, The powerful grip this past might hold.   I’ve taught the voices of the future, Passed on wisdoms and second nature.   Though I suppose from the glass you see, I’m a regular…

  • Living With Anxiety

    How many are out there, when the sky turns gray, where does the heart remain, the fear in our mind, in the quiet of an angry world, how do we all come to terms with that reality, the personality of peace.   We all seek that solace, no matter the denial, beyond the circumstance suggests…

  • Beyond Moments

    If in breath, a gasp, an eye glance, worlds interact with indifferent realities, only to provide expression, if only then might we understand. While a horizon away, a family struggles to recognize the wealth of their local dream, while on the other side, a smile. If during some compelling summer we all recognize theirs is…

  • In Harps and Violins

    Where I would like to be when I pass along my legacy, without the notion of morbid reality I would wish to be in a lift an elevation of state of mind you see We are part of this world of constant scrutiny far more lethal it seems in the internal quest toward sanity, than…

  • Time Beyond Decay

    that irresolute nature of mistake, the grief, sometime pity, the realization of a period or our lives, when misnomers, misreads, easily solved riddles become the purveyor of our future decisions. How often have I felt the pain of my reality, yet while refusal, that piece of ignorance, speaks in a tone all too familiar, when…

  • Listen to My Muse

    What drives the soul, this early autumn morning when all the task of our lives looms the horizon how is it a crystal clear sunrise with pastel blues treats the mind a solace of desire to admire. ~ I would if it were true leave all that is abhorring well behind the mantra of ‘if…

  • On Sheltered Words

    If when I choose to lay my soul I’m careful to always remain whole then will the clouds ahead remain waiting with a vengeance innane ~ while waking again with a certain fear I lay in my space afraid of what is near I want only to be happy without sad reminders that eventually turn…