What Crosses My Mind

  • On Being Scared

    Stepping within the shadows of our curiosity one man might settle world around him suggest a normalcy only this man without conscious effort cannot really untangle from his mind, caught up in the doings of his rotational reality. ~ Like a circus we might imagine our world in a constant thrust of soft display, the…

  • 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…

  • What Vibe is This

    There in the moment again, I felt free, a sweet elixir of hope dripped from my lips the very place my demons would speak unnatural terrors of their desire for harm. Oh my mind would carry, a lesson of time so under wrapped with worry a fuselage of disdain. It is YOU I would say…

  • 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…

  • A Simpler Life

    If life begins here the now is today well there has to be another way said the disgruntled fellow standing in the gallows. We choose to live the way we do based upon values, me and you, not that far away from everyone seems somehow often over done. Once in a midnight sky not so…

  • Sedentary State of Mind

    Walking home one afternoon, I noticed she cared about my world. She was always the center of my attention, a popular girl I was privileged walking her home every afternoon, climbing actual hills winding paths until our homes a block apart appeared on the horizon, indicating now my time would wane her goings to her…

  • Waterfall Wishes

    If finding a manageable route standing nearby without doubt. If might a speculate shower whereby he inside might cower, step into the stream feel its powerful dream the thought of all of our wishes where nearby one man’s misses for resolve to solve all of his climbing desire rather than soak in the mire of…