What Crosses My Mind

  • Stepping Inside

    I found this enormous chasm, walls beyond my reach, a dank stream of sarcasm flowing in between broken lives. I have had a fear of this place, a very long time, ever since once in a moment, I felt a silence in my mind. Sorting through shuttered windows, imagining teeming lives outside while perception stand…

  • Wanting Relief

    Last night I listened to the winds howl in melody seems they were speaking, warning of a parody. So quickly our lives, my own, grooves self importance wanting only to observe, less patience more chance.   I speak in my head a constant life of simple romance that sort that would suggest our lives live…

  • Always An Urgency

    We talked about the human condition, how certain tendency would remain years later, the same, decades of programmed imagination, falling into the same pattern some unforgotten imprinting of our soul.   Yet tonight as I stand here on the same ledge of forty years ago, I wonder what really has changed, oh there is the…

  • Stuck

    when a person cannot fathom a universe without meaning. when having a tomorrow will bring a fearful Speculation. when knowing the truth seems miles away safely tucked inside a dream filled with forgotten keys … When! ©️ Thom Amundsen 2019

  • The Edge of Reason

    What stake have we in righteous turbulence, perhaps is reason to submit, suggest, offer and consider, compassion might allow a progressive response yet allowance of circumstance, that told responsibility a valuable lesson.   In night air came a perpetual fire taunted by winds, a breeze so is a prevalent sky, leading our lives into the…

  • the ‘august’ of my childhood

    for I remember when only as a child I would on a hilltop nearby cry out my fears alone at the edge of gravel a pathway held my dreams and my sanity for alone I could scream without being known, only I might be the wiser in a world so overthrown as some confusion, the…

  • A Foolish Proposal

    To imagine nobody knows, our hearts turn to stone we might waffle in envy, scorned by our own soul.   When a stroll in twilight seems singular what happens if the world around is forgotten.   Lives become measured without sacrifice only retrospective annals of lost imagined horizons.   While traffic lights blink, cast away…

  • The Poetry of Suicide

    A woman whom I do not know, not even close, took her life this morning. ~ It was in the news, more grisly to the imagination, than the simple passing, the mortality of our human condition. ~ Word was immediate, she hanged herself. ~ Listen to the words, hear them resonate, like a deep dark…

  • The Moon Spins While Being Human

    Just when – a life – began to know, the world would turn upside down, up and down, the roller coaster of living, that piece of life, that living peace, the part of never knowing exactly why, why not, why should we begin to feel there is a real reason, it would be so easy,…

  • I Have This Friend

    Cares about people, sacrifice, will go that extra, sort of realizes the game, wants little recognition, doesn’t really need validation, just wants a good sense of healing. Sound familiar right, the sort of ‘friend’ we sometimes envy, not looking for a lot, except the well-being of others – sure there are accolades, people love to…