What Crosses My Mind

  • Set Sail

    Oh to be that stifling energy, the sort we practice far too much, the moment we question our integrity we belong locked up and silenced such. It is a confidence thing helps find our path, reach for really anything and curb societal wrath. Telling a story about satisfaction take an effort to experience that the…

  • In A Word

    This could just happen if in one word if we look each other in the eye, if for the sake of another day, if when we feel … no answer. ~ In this word we seem bound by the moment isolate in its own montage of distraction. ~ We are seeking that word fulfills our…

  • Words Employ

    Though I wish might words be employ, to quite realize would be to bore (the mind). Finding a phrase attaching to character becomes imperative under analysis. Is it an attraction sets the tone for a positive reaction to the world we’re bound. The traffic of our soul demands when about, sacrifice and resolve seems far…

  • A Sunny Day

    Rays of light peek through shuttered windows shall the slats be opened or assure privacy, a morning of which one surely glows the energy blocked would be a travesty. ~ At my desk I look for inspiration seems the night put aside for the moment is more solution to dredging horrors inside. ~ If present…

  • Tears in My Eyes

    I have tears in my eyes so belaboring are my cries. Much of my fear a disconnect, why is this my life I select? ~ I wish I might bring her back, a spiritual mystique I lack. I wonder sometimes the life you lead how often with you would be my need. ~ I know…

  • If She Knew

    There in the wind lays definition, she called them changing winds. If we could recreate days of passion perhaps then love properly gleaned. ~ Yet days and hours of time forgotten, though symbolic reminders lay about we could in simple terms relive again. Beauty in circumstance beyond doubt. ~ Oh follow me on this our…

  • 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…

  • Grief In Funk

    A steady beat thump thump thought Ever listen only to lose yourself this cadence constant rhythm to ride. ~ Society has a blend a sorted compartmentalized need to play a funk, sense of liberty with our pace, a silent reminder. ~ Then stands grief alone and symbolic in its quiet interlude, a decision to make,…

  • 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