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  • Watching The Sunrise

    Simple really. Nothing complicated about watching its spectacular image rising over the horizon. Makes you wonder for a moment, just a thought, how small we really are, and how magical is the sunlight on a summer’s day. Watching the stars overnight and falling asleep in the sky, a peek of morning sunshine, lights up the…

  • When I Was Alone

    I used to cry a lot, the tears readily descending my cheeks. If I let myself go the sobbing was rather spectacular, to tell a tale. When I was alone, I would stare out windows count the slats in my blinds, waiting for the sunlight, and then watching the light descend into another night, while…

  • A Wandering Mind

    I wonder sometimes where it is I might go, if given the opportunity the freedom to walk away from everything mechanical in my mind. You see, there is a kind of volley of emotion we live by, we cannot forget or perhaps we wish we might be the one, whom always does need a reminder,…

  • Searching Repeat

    We just landed on the ground that is, could have been talking about a launch off a tree limb, you know the branches let you choose autumn leaves, or a concrete sidewalk. Suppose it depends on where we are when we decide to jump that leap that decision to take a risk, knowing only a…

  • I’ll Still Hang On

    to what I believe I’ll wait for the dust to settle to what I believe I’ll wonder out loud to what I believe time would cover so much space to what I believe could only matter to one to what I believe keeps me hanging on. © Thom Amundsen 9/2021

  • Living Lost

    For a long time, could almost count the hours and hours and hours we all have them the knowledge that one day, all of our utter bullshit will wake you from a dream so you may glance back only to say what if. © Thom Amundsen 9/2021

  • Saying Anything

    In a moment alone we in the present widen our scope of judgment lacking a dialogue a helpful manner of speaking. ~ If heard on the other side of the room having little direction a construable offense would be the second another guest spoke from the heart without any filter none at all. ~ To…

  • 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…

  • In This Quiet Space

    Though patterns seem to exist the idea of recreating the wheel pops into mind every breaking day. How would lives become independent with working the reality of our dreams aspirations. How do we step away from routine, the quiet horror of being caught up in the mundane the same old, the victory just beyond our…

  • All These Voices

    Thoughtful serenades fill an empty room no one looking just the me and mine. He wonders if it is always such gloom or are we left without our favorite wine. ~ Seems the cadence of our party restrained by motive, by aspiration, by silent neglect. When race horses begin, know what is gained yet miss…

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