Tag: Heart

A Banished Soul

It’s been banished

deep inside his own soul,

a non-believer

a decider.


While begging


all seems a regretting



Like this is supposed to happen

common rants

hopeful outcomes that then

deliberately trip on ramps.


An all extolling soul

would already,

having seen the cast in whole

stay at the ready.


Far inside the mind

a torn facade of truth

speculations unwind

– the way back to her youth.


Simply have to be who – they

nothing faulty

lots of convoluting slam.

leaves the soul less guilty.


a wisp of sweet summer fall

and the heart is clean

the soul swindling infidel

long set sail, peaceful scene.


Perhaps a clue, any idea

what we are talking about

who they are in the media,

instances dreamt afloat.


Commonality is our swoon

like life, living in a festoon.

© Thom Amundsen 10/2021

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 train the mind

to live on its own accord, afford

our lives to bury the sword.

Live with love is our humankind.


How do we know to forget

or is a stored energy we play

for the autumn is nearer today

fears that stubborn scorn let.


Let them lift their bodies cold

find a sweet warmth spoken

a slow and harmonic plan

will lives to share love so bold.


Once while observe the moon a crescent

without the whole she could not be present.

© Thom Amundsen 9/2021

She Wanted My Path

When first glance, our smiles filled the room

we couldn’t believe it true so we held fast,

didn’t want to let go just let things become,

and the fires began, the winds couldn’t last.


I wonder sometimes if it could have rained

sooner then the tears we now seem to know,

if instead our emotions could be restrained,

would we have somewhere together to go.


I don’t ever quite know the words I wish to use

I don’t ever quite know the words I wish to use

I wish she may look into my eyes, find my truths


The other day I thought about the riverwalk

a place where we did smile, a fire, red chairs,

we could laugh and play like kids and talk,

now all we do is fear, and love, no more dares.


I used to love to hold her in my arms at night

I would hold you in my arms again if … might.

© Thom Amundsen 8/2021

To Find My Soul

Often as the wind might change direction

so does my heart begin its own journey

to find my soul, to search for absolution

from the scariest parts of my, my disarray.


Oh to know the beast of my own conclusive

nature toward wanting only a defeated psyche.

One could easily describe such is my missive

designed to incorporate my own quiet psyche.


It is that machine he spoke of once in a movie

we all move the same because it is what we are

told ought be our direction without any scrutiny

on motive alone, designed to have gone too far.


I watched you dance one evening without any step

just a casual saunter around your own countertop.

Remember later when we remarked upon feeling kept

alive, sweet serenade the shuffle of fantasy in a mop.


Yes, we are as common as the world might ever allow,

no special guidelines, only kindness in a compassionate

surround of affectionate desire and sensuality and how.

We did begin a wonderful journey together a silent state.


So now in the public eye seems some loss of what might enhance

the beauty of two lovers who once in awhile chose to take a chance.

© Thom Amundsen 8/2021

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Losing My Heart

A free verse moment


When I think about where I’ve been,

the miles of deceit my mind has endured

to decide upon some sacrifice

get in line,

they all wait with baited breath

because it’s easy to decline

any idea of fortune

when feeling the pain of surviving

seems to be the only outlet.


The fabrication of all of our solution,

we listen, we speak to what we want to hear

especially when those close

are found nowhere near.


It’s easy to wrap ourselves in this despair

this convoluted mean-spirited affair,

the woe is me,

the I don’t care,

the sometimes people just really don’t any longer

have the time to wonder where

the years have gone,

the years have gone,

the years have gone and tomorrow seems awfully near,

so wherever we land

doesn’t really matter



I was walking down the street one afternoon,

saw some kids playing nearby,

thought of my children when so much younger,

their laughter was rampant without a care,

I shed a tear in memory,

because I can’t go back there,

wish I could

think I should

somehow there has to be an after.


I woke up this morning, went to pray for my soul,

I woke up this … my heart had unraveled whole.

© Thom Amundsen.  8/2021

Fighting Present

The past wants a piece of flesh,

always waiting wondering when

to jump on a moment with fresh

ideas, exploiting our lives again.


Seems where we go always here

back to a familiar surrounding

when and if we understand fear

began in our heart this morning.


I walked while outside the weep

covered the sidewalks, a soft

repeat of a sound that would deep

remind us all of barbs we loft.


For it is a kinder world less naive

leaves our heart with soul to weave.

© Thom Amundsen 8/2021

I Wish You Could Hear Me

Sometimes I try to find the right word

it’s like picking stars out of the sky,

I find myself wondering how absurd

it is to constantly be asking why.


She told me the truth of how she felt

I wouldn’t listen, she could only resist

There’s a sweet smile makes me melt

Instead of knowing, I would then insist


Sometimes late at night I have tears

I cannot figure out just this alone

away from the we without any fears,

need to find the together we had sown.


The other day I sent her a letter expressing my love.

I felt all the stars in the sky speaking above.

The other day I sent her a letter expressing my love.

All the words spoke nothing more about love.


I can feel her resistance and I cannot hear

words of denial when all I want is her

I stammer and stutter in my mind I fear

I’ve lost everything so evident I am sure.


The other day I sent her a letter expressing my love

The other day I sent her a letter expressing my love

The other day I stopped yearning the truth in love.

© Thom Amundsen 7/2021

Two Soul

We did when once

held eyes

then spoke of feeling blessed.

We asked each other

if that held inside

matched each other.

Would wits in unison

strike gold or a stricken fever

would be the natural course of love

when fraught with fear

the flip-side will


We spoke of time in a sudden fantasy

turn only foreign sentiment

to realize today,

hearts aligned would still wander

in some vacant stereo of emotion.

Within the truth of love

two souls find one.

©️ Thom Amundsen 6/2021

In This My Quiet

Is when then known only me

Some is the sacrifice

More often is penchant to grieve

Finding only solace

A genuine peace

Pressures are off

Too soon we would scoff

For know that day

Beautiful sunrise

Warm is energy late fall

While the morning mellows

Changing winds

Still elude this fellow

His smile

Forever held in eyes

Enough that

His soul

Would that he might

Would he still find

Her heart