The crunch of gravel
kicking up dust
from a distance looks like
Urgency
some need to get away
keeps driving me further.
Wanting to know
yet feeling the distance,
her just out of reach
Philosophy.
Just one more chance
the embodiment
of truth
may lay only ahead
never to be realized
yet likely it is
already known.
©️ Thom Amundsen 1/2021
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 picture that I once did create
together not alone,
altered forever now
with only speculate conclusion.
Tonight I wonder of deception,
the loss of meaning,
the further resounding defeat of purpose,
when two people no matter
still become lost in their own travel,
having let go of the other
until just a glance inside the wake
of every cresting wave,
when then they do disappear
no longer seeing …
© Thom Amundsen 2/2020
While I listen,
I watch hands that will flail,
a purpose, a manner, a passionate desire,
to know, to understand,
we reach for our grasp,
our cathartic tour through life,
some sojourn, a journey, for some a quiet discard,
from whence we came.
I wonder though about hands,
how defined are we really,
where do the surprises come from,
state of mind,
state of hypocrisy,
a societal dreamscape
carries the weight of that which we have
become.
I’d like to know peace,
if that is something we can stroll toward,
with every sound around us,
whether the beautiful chord of gee,
or a vibration, some energy beyond
our narrow scope.
I would then find solace,
this could soon be my piece
Just yesterday I realized
I needed to come home again,
I have been away for such a long time,
I travel alone, yet the miles are forever.
Remember that time you asked why,
I cried in front of everyone then,
I laughed afterward when alone
I could easily go away, gone again.
While the skies begin to slowly green
I watch the world around me
I see them all living their lives,
I wonder if they’d even recognize …
I might need to go away then, again,
that’s when soon the departure began.
We know the mist
when in a morning of indecision,
glance further, hope for a sign,
yet we walk in wander seeing the same.
On an occasional daybreak,
we recognize fog,
a surreal enveloping storm of breeze,
teasing the ground,
to allow our mind to imagine,
a surreal perhaps spiritual mystique.
Speak of its beauty,
in delightful tones,
without any worry,
we watch the heat of morning
soon melt away its special fabric,
and go about our day.
Yet, deep inside the wandering,
when life has allowed us to travel,
beyond the normalcy of time,
into a reflection clouded by judgment,
its there we begin to feel
certain descents, perhaps ghouls
would inhabit our lonely minds.
There in the deep forest
where damp bark in wet soils,
we recall a need to hang on
perhaps use that alternate route,
we might see the distance,
without ever having to experience,
the certain beauty of losing one’s mind.
~
When do we know now
after all the love and hope
did our paths just cross
~
I thought I found you
Is it the right thing to do
selfish destiny
~
the map pointed clear
I was looking at your world
now the pages change
~
letters were written
a time of peace and romance
life tore the parchment
~
could you find me then
lost in fog my hope; you may
escape my memoir
~
simple is hello
guide my heart and soul to you
lives change love remains
I walked to my usual spot
there was a distance
I knew I was hidden but seen
just wanted to say hello to you
every day, every hour, every minute
right now when you step outside
begin your walk around the block
leaving the office behind
I waited for a look
knowing you wouldn’t glance
for what you didn’t want to see.
The pain was real, confusing, stark
all around the world continued
while ours had changed.
I only realized years later
the imposition
the burden
careful scrutiny on your part
to keep our distance in sight.
Wanton passions cause words to desire human touch
I do imagine you as you are
Only fabric teases your now aroused skin in as much
As my desire seeks your eyes
Miles away I might only recall key strokes that suggest
Dialogue leaves no one alone
Yet in the moment the reality of distance leaves just
Unrequited, surreal notions
The human mind has a vitriolic desire to right itself
Counting upon thought defined
Hopeful the romantic urgency would allow a wealth
Of feeling and desire, that lust
That drives the spirit that writhes the human condition
We all drive the same auto
Seek spiritual solace, senses alive in this simple tradition
Natural beauty is elegant too
All of our capacity to draw the fires of delicious dance
Without the usual verbal traps
Large scale interwoven displays – modern love’s chance
Instant snapshots; time-lapse
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