We do share an anxiety
Achy legs
Grab a thermometer
Now a strange earache out of
Nowhere really normal anywhere.
We live in high risk
Hyperventilating our every move.
And then we try to calm
Try to recall the common cold …
Well not as much tonight as I have let
This certain earache
Rule my state of mind.
Though a sunny day
Awaits tired eyes.
©️ Thom Amundsen 12/2020
We do measure
our lives
our accomplishments
a steadfast ability to compete with
ourselves.
If might our lives not be
so easily swept by the tides of societal
expectation
what then might be our
end game.
Would we survive if we came
to realize
nothing else really mattered
beyond the satisfaction of, inevitably,
ourselves?
Oh so we are told,
or perhaps
in the manner of a scold,
to look to ourselves,
yes, us,
not beyond the measure of our soul,
only to recognize
the deeper commitment of our own
personal salvation,
must always be in the realm
of some
internalized realization.
Our lives,
who we are,
the world in which we have lived,
is based upon action,
only,
not philosophy,
more aptly
in the end,
it is truly the strides
we have taken in our own
efforts to not compromise what we believe,
instead we do try
to emulate
the beauty around us,
the simple freedom of appreciation,
rather than that criticism
of who we are,
what we might have been,
where we shall travel in our
long extended remaining
steps along some
theoretical
path in our lives.
We live to see tomorrow,
therefore is it presumptuous to believe
a next day matters less
than what has promised itself to be
the beauty of our past.
Forge ahead with a passion
this is the matter of such is wise.
© Thom Amundsen 1/2020
See them and imagine the future,
an ominous purple haze of opportunity,
for it is the chaos of our lives,
allows change to overcome the static.
Seek a society of forgiveness,
the travels of pain sometime hidden,
yet the exposure to the elements
often a truly ominous test resilient.
When washed ashore in crude oil,
stains did seem to be eternal,
with each soaking, the mind,
nearly gave up on finding shelter.
It is in the addict’s eye
the storm will always remain,
it depends only upon a realization
that life contains sweet horizons.
We would only give attention
to the happiness we dwell upon,
a city scape, an ocean view,
a soft breeze in a given milieu.
The deep and threatening wall
of circumstance that will prevail
is only Nature’s manner of suggestion
we all would know to typically fall.
Notice the energy surround a moment
could be positive,
might be what the soul decide.
We wonder how we ever got here,
then, do the same thing,
again,
and wander further toward a chasm,
deep and longing,
a wish to have you all to themselves,
for the moment, yet a path changes direction,
you stumble,
upon,
a
new notion with revelation.
Asks how you got here,
when suddenly you remain curious of the same.
How did I get here,
when yesterday I felt completely at ease,
walking in the middle of a dense forest,
shortly before the light had changed.
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