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  • This Little Man

    He exists only in some plan a diversion of mine and hers we are lost in our own hearts one simple flare of the Man. ~ Seems there can be a truth, we listen, bear our hearts without worry of wrath, imparts a cycle of hurt so very uncouth. ~ If in God’s eyes he…

  • Sifting Through Fear

    A candle burns nearby a reminder of some peace of mind, tranquil is the flame out of the corner of his eye. Speaker beware, someone might reveal, their reveal, that word causes headaches in some circles, those afraid to look in the mirror. © Thom Amundsen 9/2021

  • Sweet Chaos

    When a tear lands Silence relieves Chaotic demands. Our head breathes ©️ Thom Amundsen 8/2021

  • Because It Never Is Real

    Until the weeping eyes are visible we can’t really know the pain, when everything seems possible, instead we lose our train of thought, so frought we fought, when ought either one of us might instead, recognize there is no realistic time on love that wasn’t wasted because we’d rather be frantic. this security a certain…

  • Relentless Passion

    In hers a quiet world would she live Each morning routine an evening of peace. Sunrise walks with only love to give a family, her children, her silent release. ~ His would be a need for truth in her struggle to be she asked, a simple life Not this constant caressing a trigger shoot holes…

  • The Rains

    I sat with a desk lamp nearby listening to the rains, I knew clearly the reason why this forest maintains ~ such wonderful animations in the mind, a forest may the soul in peace unwind. ~ Earlier in the afternoon sunlight before the setting of dusk, I watched the clouds in plumes might settle into…

  • Wishing Dreams

    A spirit guide might visit a passion setting in stride life’s beauty is a ride. Yet time does wait upon internal remnants churning within my psyche. While outside lives a life of pleasantry agreeable acceptance and absolutes, if only the traveling disdain subside. Would then wishful dreams pass forward an energy with love could line…

  • In Hypocrisy Is Solution

    Wonder about the rules, whose design, what makeup, howsoever long the game be played, is their truth in a lacking understanding or are we always meant to wonder, is that the purpose, does it give our lives a reason for a constant wander of the mind to be the answer might a patent suggest we…

  • Addiction and Finding Beauty

    Oh to discover a resolve, to know just how easy it might have been, now with years of solitude, time enough to let one’s heart bend.   The sallow nature of my contempt for a life beyond any circumstance, that bellows the societal ill I might wish to dissuade perchance.   When once sheer beauty…

  • Faces On Demons

    Oh the (dark) places we go, if only Dr. Seuss could remedy all, perhaps the quiet abyss might no longer, contain the strength, the grasp sometimes inherent in my every step, the outlook of my day.   I sometimes wonder the strength of my addictions, are the reason I move slowly, perhaps in reason the…

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