What Crosses My Mind

  • Oh Waukesha!

    I know a person in Waukesha She is my you We all in a mirror See our eyes Know a tear a sword, A knowledge That if we could hear the pain Her pain, his, they, we all feel We sow the empathy Even if rather avoid. Oh her kindness She is my you Our…

  • At What Cost

    When does society step in a personal plea to live our lives within a desire to be free. We all feel this burden one day to the next depends upon the stairs ahead and whether we climb in context. We all suspend our actions when faced with a confusion how possible is traction when lost…

  • Fighting Demons

    We all know them, some a first name salutation, waiting under our bed, hiding in closets, appearing as a shadow in the middle of the night. Ever see a moment when the flash of an eye we wonder, did that or is it what is my imagination if not a real experience I can tell…

  • Mechanics and Being Human

  • Wired Remarks

    Ever we wonder a unique mindset a manner of living we might prefer though wander a scheme to get out of a contemplative measure. ~ Don’t we all scream out loud when wishing for a sanity Aren’t we always allowed to be human with levity. ~ I walked inside a dream today wanted to figure…

  • Choices

    A person could over time lose their mind. Suppose that is the fear when those calm rather only speculate, know everyone cares. Afraid of certain words might – over the edge him, (them), her. © Thom Amundsen. 11/2021

  • Learning To Live

    Each morning I wake, to sunlight or a soft gray I wonder what will now become of this day. Choosing to live, I must ready myself for anything less remains on a shelf. A place where forgotten lives will live those abandoned, without chance to give back to the world around them a release, a…

  • Forever Knocking

    I walked outside and the parking lot was full. I couldn’t get away, couldn’t walk back inside I felt the cold night air, outside were a handful of past experiences, only adolescents concede. ~ Why it is at this very moment I cannot speak if only then hundreds of onlookers at bay Remembering then, when…

  • Playing In The Lines

    If he could right this ancient vessel carrying the weight of a thousand soul. If he could fell a moment of his soul would that be some eternal goal the castaway felt on the fray the castaway feels so faraway. He did a lot of good somebody told me I could he did a lot…

  • Finding Words

    When inside a cavern of loneliness the sense of light that beacon of direction seems rather amiss. The discovery of finding self always out of reach lost bathing near a sunrise yet still tied in feeling the rocks and dripping stone maintain a hold letting only this internal air be a guide. ~ We can…