© Thom Amundsen 7/2020
Oh how we do experience fallout
letting our safer dreams fade into blue
the light of day soon cast away from view.
Eyes begin to lose life tossed about
in the mainstream; an acceleration
of a mechanical nature spans time.
(imagine lives driven only by rhyme).
We saviors within our own affliction
must then resort, balance upon virtue.
When in the heat of salvaging mind
would battling truth a constant we find,
recall sweet the elixir – living true.
Don’t ever let we might somehow release
sweet imagination, a twilight peace.
© Thom Amundsen 6/2020
I remember the dreams, the constant reminders
a continual tease, a surreal world of sidewinders
Each one with a story, a parallel universe
would try to shake me, send me in reverse.
I could never tell if a person real or imagined,
it was a nightmare the bottom was assigned.
Otherwise the lofty airs of fascination
always relied waking realization
Just a dream, perhaps a reminder
only the illusion of the constant sidewinder
drawing imagined color scheme on the surface,
so the internal player would always save face.
Walking slow inside a familiar nearby memory,
I might choose to leap, try to escape this quandary.
© Thom Amundsen 2019
Took a walk inside a dream,
seemed the same,
each waking moment,
a breath of wonder
then wander back inside
visit old friends
stir memories of an
the sort of look in an eye
when we might fall into
the shell of our selves
inside the dream
we sometimes wish away
The next day
When a conscious reminder
that dream last nigh
look around the space
the people drifting by
could be there then
might be there
waiting for an arrival
every stone unturned
when the natural
tendency might be to scream
inside a dream
taking a walk
into a waking day
When begins insurmountable
the waking anxiety,
a desire to burrow
rather than the music of the day.
We all seemingly rise to
so familiar, oddly routine,
Our lives caught up in the now,
my mother used to say,
he’s a now
person referring to life,
whenever my depression would fail me.
Inside the passing
a remarkable dream,
perhaps a positive
an outcome of smiles.
Inside the passing of a day,
so much magic
allows the human condition
to understand, to breathe, to live.
Though the time was ever so brief,
I knew her magic, felt her presence
in image she strolled the avenue,
only to suggest there is a reality.
When wonder shines upon human
mortality, we often let confuse
the notion of our existence
left aside when fate quiet speak.
I did in solemn journey wish to know
her heart would still follow my dream,
to know her elegance in charm
will bless ambition, protect vanity.
In that simple grace, capture passion
to know the afterlife might its fruition
I remember not wanting to be around,
afraid of my own shadow,
playing anxiety games with my friends,
see who could cover their shadow,
who might understand the freedom
the real world,
the possibility that exists beyond our dreams.
I remember sleepless nights with an amphetamine,
the coursing through my veins attitude,
we could last for hours on our own,
no signs of empathy needed,
we were powerful with a dash of freedom
in a zigzag rolled with the finest weed.
We were always able to finally fool ourselves.
I remember wanting to escape,
hoping this next moment might be my freedom,
the simple reality of an hour,
could I forget myself long enough to remember
where it was I wished to be,
when while a slow reality might creep in,
I could still be 17.
I remember when it was possible to dream,
imagine a world where my life seemed real,
I could play with ideas,
preach philosophies that turned on the girls,
i would listen to Steely Dan,
while trying to paralyze my body,
through some Buddhist meditation.
I remember seldom wondering about the next day.
I think the day was rather sunny,
at least that I recall,
layered in my own shawl
a travesty of the fall of humanity.
Could we ever move in freedom
if when we blink an eye
there is the question why
should we attempt design a kingdom.
When while a spiritual guide exists
in the hearts and mind
of the many who remind,
when is it that faith insists.
Can you see my eye, the fear I contain,
might reveal my inside
persona I keep beside
me as safely tucked away I can maintain
Some dignity of form I revel in
walk the streets clean
knowing that my machine
has met the standard; a societal win
now a certain grayness overcomes
the temperate nature of mine
a loathsome place I do incline
to share with no one; beat the drums.
When while I wallow in self-pity in frame
here now why would you let me join the game.
It happened again,
you came back with a visit
only to remind me that you were gone,
a list of occurrences needed to take place
enough to have me find comfort
in what might quickly disappear.
Always that is the ruse
when we feel least rejected
then suddenly our confidence unravels
at the hands of our own fear.
I remember the first time,
when the decision was made,
I didn’t have any leverage,
any sense of needing to be heard.
Very simply you had decided
the books would be sorted alone,
rather than together as I had told,
when suddenly I returned
to discover you left me without
any discussion, reasons unknown.
Seems we fall so quickly,
so difficult to discern,
what motivates our actions,
or who might decide on their own.
It is in the dreams we fear,
even when we know to awake
we cannot ever imagine a peace
might exist beyond that we forsake.
We look for them in the heavy stone mindset of our lives,
a gaze, a quick glance turns distant,
when we are able to let imagination speak candidtor
We have our lives suggest efficiency
what plans we have in store for future days
easily swept by a vision, a light
a peace drawn memory triggered by a favorite song.
We can continue,
they suggested not in primary school,
yet today, we know ourselves,
we do realize we are ok to build upon that
delightful dream we sometimes wish we hadn’t
Today while standing on the corner,
that fleeting thought crosses past your eyes,
an internal caviar, a sedentary pomegranate delight,
a chance to step off the curb
into new daylight.
Reach strong with carefree delivery in open arms,
feel the energy of a parallel universe
asking for your hand, suggesting now’s the time,
be fond of what’s ahead, that peace,
that piece of life once forgotten
may now a quiet soul,
deliver some new found surrealism.