What Crosses My Mind

  • How We Do Measure

    If I could reach into that peaceful nature we dream. Might all my misgivings put aside any reflections rewound. In the capacity of a day, so much turmoil lay ahead if I allow fear to manifest. Instead this kindness, shared love would be, peace of mind.

  • Being Alone

    I suppose it’s a state of mind, My world crumbling around me. Little sound bytes of tyranny Veiled by loyal mouthpieces. We sometimes feel isolated By surges of the unthinkable. We wonder out loud some times, Believing the mystery awaiting. Even then the facade is stronger, Our words are tied in knots. When a wish…

  • Days Ago

    Already, the truth is in the past, Now a society drawn to excitement, Chooses a familiar script, Relies upon everyone’s entertainment. A man died at the hands of a psychosis, So write it off as an absence of mental health. We need to wait a minute or two, Or perhaps a week and more, So…

  • Silly Little Hangups

    I used to worry a lot about tying my shoes, the correct way, did my laces lineup properly or did I have too much excess. I used to wonder about how I was stepping in my shoes, was I making straight motions, or sort of a pigeon toed action. I used to wonder about the…

  • Silly Little Hangups

    I used to worry a lot about tying my shoes, the correct way, did my laces lineup properly or did I have too much excess. I used to wonder about how I was stepping in my shoes, was I making straight motions, or sort of a pigeon toed action. I used to wonder about the…

  • To Sir With Love

    Oh, if I might dream the scenes of Sidney Poitier in moments as a child. His, a beautiful grace, a magical sojourn for the eyes anyone a witness. I was actually on my couch having a nap when the news came across my phone. I closed my eyes for a moment and recognized that beautiful…

  • At What Cost

    When does society step in a personal plea to live our lives within a desire to be free. We all feel this burden one day to the next depends upon the stairs ahead and whether we climb in context. We all suspend our actions when faced with a confusion how possible is traction when lost…

  • Choices

    A person could over time lose their mind. Suppose that is the fear when those calm rather only speculate, know everyone cares. Afraid of certain words might – over the edge him, (them), her. © Thom Amundsen. 11/2021

  • Mind Massage

    It seems silly to imagine being cut from the same mold beautiful people sadly forgotten. Seems there might be a path, we could all trek trying to stay together not losing sight. When lost a tendency to quake remember all the somber matrimony of being alike. Though every little thing probably matters, in the end…

  • Him, I

    She would look at him see through him see the blind before his eyes. Summer day, people’s way, and here would arrive the name of his common place. He could watch a sunrise in your eyes. I remember now, always laughing, bumming, tobacco in hand a gesture in kind, and yet one afternoon I could…