What Crosses My Mind

  • He Stood On Memory

    Can you sing me a song like they do on the radio? the kind leaves the kids smiling in their beds. Can you sing me a song like they do on the radio? The kind leaves the kids smiling in their beds. ~ I remember when I was only a child in the summertime listening…

  • Whom Would Choose

    if in a quiet corner of her room all of her pain revealed would it matter little personal doom holds back what is sealed. ~ She rose above the scrutiny a measure of confidence silent resolve speaks dignity all others a spoken chance ~ She wished her life could remind what purpose a challenge a…

  • 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…

  • 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.…

  • 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 Fires We Burn

    I remember when I was a kid in the city thought I had somehow stemmed the fire that sense of an evident outlier mentality haunted my mind forever life on a wire. ~ I began to age with a sense of forgiveness for all those around me I might have hurt. The person I always…

  • 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…

  • Remember Once

    There was this book-bag seemed to hold a truth some passionate memory like a one I could be there I felt you near me wanting only your love and your shared eyes ours together we could cry and still know the truth ~ My path is my own I am happy to share as long…

  • Solace Undefined

    One of my favorite words might be overused, less important to you even if spoken in the nature of you. Could we ever really give final definition to the thoughts we realize are sometimes a notion in our mind. I would sit here all day long only to offer her a moment of quiet peace…

  • Woman Is Wisdom

    For is it woman who might fly if not his grasp slipping beyond her own swift reckoning is it man rude in permanence would slender such is elegance what we might wish could he release © Thom Amundsen 7/2021 © Allen Parseghian Photography