What Crosses My Mind

  • 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…

  • The Lives We Lead

    I turned a corner the other day, received some applause. Remember imagining there was not anything in our way when now we give in to our ideals, this harmonic pause we could only stand alone remembering, day after day. ~ There was a dance floor in town where everybody showed their moves, their needs, their…

  • The Perils of a Run

    I think I watched her run for years. It was not the sort of get away to which people become accustomed. She is someone that pushes life at a rapid rate. She is a person who believes this in a most ardent manner, that we need be strong, always. This persona attracted me to her…

  • Changing Paths – I Still Do

    We all know what we believe in the moment as we breathe the air around us would our lives begin to rush beyond the truth of what is love, what lays within our heart, how does the soul feel sweet reckoning. ~ I have experience in the truth of changing paths listened to fear tried…

  • When Time Stands Still

    Usually news, not just an epiphany, perhaps a tragedy, friend nearby, makes us want to have a long cry when we, well similar sounding sigh, we, well, I cannot really describe the loss of uniformity while chaos rears its impulsivity upon the normalcy of our lives. ~ Last night a dear friend told me news…

  • Finding Solitude

    When do I recognize I’ve had enough after years of never really knowing how to decide, what makes it worthwhile, this it, this piece of our lives, this need to demonstrate always while this hollow reality aches inside. ~ When only the quaking fear of my psyche takes over anything else, whether it matters or…

  • That Last Place

    Months ago, in an arid summer sun I stood stunned watching their feet play the edge, up close, gravel and loose rock, awesome picture for the den, a wide expanse behind us all, let’s us believe there really is a top to the world. ~ Too far away, too scared, couldn’t make it anyway I…