What Crosses My Mind

  • Capture My Mood

    Tell me how you’re going to feel the next time you touch my soul ~ We could be friends forever organize a press release sounds poetic, a tad eacer someone, we keep the peace ~ There was this one afternoon we spoke of our adventure shipwrecked we might maroon our lives, this our forever. ~…

  • Sifting Through Fear

    A candle burns nearby a reminder of some peace of mind, tranquil is the flame out of the corner of his eye. Speaker beware, someone might reveal, their reveal, that word causes headaches in some circles, those afraid to look in the mirror. © Thom Amundsen 9/2021

  • The Lives We Lead

    I turned a corner the other day, received some applause. Remember imagining there was not anything in our way when now we give in to our ideals, this harmonic pause we could only stand alone remembering, day after day. ~ There was a dance floor in town where everybody showed their moves, their needs, their…

  • 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…

  • Waking Silence

    A loud cacophony of indecision will break a silence without vocal interference some remedy lost though it would recall. Nostalgic moments direct our psyche when it is a time allowance to imagine some heartfelt memory the sort that seem forever. We seek the truth yet we will fight the hurt. ©️ Thom Amundsen 6/2021

  • 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…

  • “We Are All Human”

    I’ve been thinking about New Zealand along with the rest of us since Friday morning. Yesterday evening I was sitting in a coffee shop that is a frequent meeting place for a group of Somali men. I go there often enough to recognize their faces and exchange pleasantries. Last night was different. They along with…

  • The Tragedy of Time

    Perhaps it is the not knowing a circumstance a press release in the evening news, a morning alert we all have found ourselves recognizing the vulnerable nature of the human condition – oh is it death, or simply the prolonged life medical intervention, that would have not extended any truths centuries ago, we just died,…

  • A Life Led

    Watching movies all of our lives, imagined scenarios, romantic interludes with coveted designs all created within the scope of such sweet select yearn we celebrate a constant envy.   While the world reminds us of simple routine, a Thanksgiving Day parade the Macy’s celebration, streets lined with normalcy, our world in a capsule filled with…

  • There’s This Place I Like To Go

    In the quiet reminders of how we live our lives a silent recall will always come knocking always come knocking always come to somehow tell us we are a concept we remain here forever, always knocking, a steady rap of recurring thoughtful imagined lives that stir our hearts until all the passion we feel suddenly…