I thought about this
quite some time
a discrepancy
a moment sublime.
I thought about one day
I made up my mind.
I thought about love
I seemed to glance above,
only to find,
I was losing my mind.
Some choices
were meant to be blind.
I was meant to survive
to find solace in my rewind.
Seems we always recall
a necessary fall
that covers us all
with an insecure gall.
I wondered about time
in the span of a day,
a wandering respite
took a while now today.
It’s been banished
deep inside his own soul,
a non-believer
a decider.
~
While begging
direction
all seems a regretting
inclusion.
~
Like this is supposed to happen
common rants
hopeful outcomes that then
deliberately trip on ramps.
~
An all extolling soul
would already,
having seen the cast in whole
stay at the ready.
~
Far inside the mind
a torn facade of truth
speculations unwind
– the way back to her youth.
~
Simply have to be who – they
nothing faulty
lots of convoluting slam.
leaves the soul less guilty.
~
a wisp of sweet summer fall
and the heart is clean
the soul swindling infidel
long set sail, peaceful scene.
~
Perhaps a clue, any idea
what we are talking about
who they are in the media,
instances dreamt afloat.
~
Commonality is our swoon
like life, living in a festoon.
© Thom Amundsen 10/2021
Dance in pummel of sordid thought,
a barricade decries our pleasantry
instead wreaks havoc selectively.
Oh furrow inside a mindless dream,
play the fool to hide the scream,
a brain has energy of certain matter.
We shadow our true identity
in search of some promised land,
yet, seek it alone, for is travesty.
Only strength of character survive
a constant of scrutiny sewn society
that places a marker on well being.
In the glorious sunshine of summer’s way
my spirit parlay the human condition today
If when I choose to lay my soul
I’m careful to always remain whole
then will the clouds ahead remain
waiting with a vengeance innane
~
while waking again with a certain fear
I lay in my space afraid of what is near
I want only to be happy without sad
reminders that eventually turn me mad
~
when left inside this hollow grave
of hidden passions and love so knave
one cannot help to feel a bit absurd
to know that now when is this, word.
~
If ever I might step inside my mind
a new foray without my constant remind
of terror in dreams, of haunting desire
then maybe I might then now inspire
~
A child walked past my window today
he was living out loud the rites of May
I watched his little body traverse the soil
curious when would then he meet his foil
~
I am an adult today by world standard
I live and breathe as love that mattered
exists in a dependent cycle of freedoms
without matter of the girth of kingdoms.
~
I am a quiet soul inside my sheltered peace
the storm of agony always wills release.
***
In twilight hour
when moonlit streaks
in nighttime waves,
sudden urges mount
a heavy heart
to wonder when, maybe how,
in the brightness of day,
the change will be made.
Such round orb mentality
skewed resource of fragile
strength within the heart’s
own organic timing,
waits again for fear and indecision
purveyors of frailty.
As children our eyes
looked into the night sky
while idle threate
left themselves at our door
as magical monsters,
under our beds, safely odd.
Tonight in a lit sky
a future relevance
speaks more clearly
than a windswept morning
soon to drift past
the time of reckoned need.
The human mind,
once known as power,
now retreats home,
so we might allow
our soul to wander
quiet in beauty’s repose.
Is there a fair alliance we live in this hate
can we appreciate any everyman’s pain together
Our stakes seems to be in a constant state
always in the news, a new tragedy unfolds
across the world, outside my back door,
doesn’t really matter anymore, we are alone,
inside our own sort of acid driven nightmare,
each one of us walks together with a fear,
that somehow this might all meet a demise,
yet, everywhere I look I can see your peace,
in your eyes,
I see it, beautiful and sweet,
we all do have that look,
only if we might allow its return.
So often we might believe the timing wrong,
today really sucks, so tomorrow I’ll change,
and that’s just inside your own head,
the guy next to you hasn’t any clue.
Imagine if each of us could in a moment,
take the mind of another nearby,
for just a couple of hours,
instead we seem to just walk by,
we ignore the reality of our own,
simple, not complex, delivered
human lives. If we might stay there,
stay quiet in resolute acceptance.
If only I might stay out of my head.
Sun peeks in morning light
Beckon early notions
Spiritual grace is here to be heard
If
We choose that path
Too often our dreams
Collide inside a battleground
Grasping for truths
Why do our desires wrap around
Such silly sacrifices
And the day moves on
Compelling activities
Just out of reach
As the mind overcomes
Any chance of redemption
Again we pause we compromise
We catalogue our ideas
For a sunny day
Even
If
The sky is blue
I have a voice inside
Is stronger than my will
I wish it to quiet on certain days
But I cannot get it to hold still
My heart beckons for an easier way
To wish upon a star in silly terms
To hope that life might give away
The stumbling blocks with no turns
And now that conversation
Still holds strong as my words
Delay any sense of accomplished
… Dreams
Climb inside my fantasy
For a day
Wish for spiritual reckoning
In His way
Make allowance for nature’s terms
All one may
Innocent elegance is yet a dream.
The mind uses
Clever considerations
Every breath
Feels its wrath
A memory
A notion
An alarming reminder:
–
Crossing the street
I noticed
Walking alongside friends
Double back
Wait
My mind responds
New anxiety
Sight
–
Highway moment
Thoughts again
Realized a situation
Process
Want to scream
I can
I’m in a car
Travel at speeds
Not as fast as my mind
–
Shocking truth
Simple reality
That life contains no
Mystery mystique memory
Only opportunity.
When I sit to question
What works why when
Rather than that this then
Indifferent to the sky
Same circle of loss
–
Tired and broken decided fatigue,
Whisper new horizons exist;
A dove sings only momentarily
To make allowances for change
For in the mind reactions may
Remind ourselves we will respond
–
A new day, a new synapse; endorphin heaven
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