Is this sacred wisdom
we carry its mystery
a naked history
remains impossible along the road.
Step aside and watch time
steady wheels
weighed down in two ton
reminder.
The bags become a target
ready to be pummeled
first sighted
a driver today might aim
tomorrow disregard.
Hide in the fields of shame
distant traveler
no longer
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
They are not loud,
in fact,
whispers that catch me,
wondering where.
They are in my head,
reminders
of why it is that way I am
will be my forever.
I sometimes in the silence
can imagine window sills tremble,
the sky is falling
inside my mind.
I wonder if you might know,
this feeling
is more powerful than
anything I will ever know.
Know it is true,
Know it can never go away.
No, no, know.
Its been awhile
since a recommended analysis
would take me,
move me,
ask me to respond to life
and resonate.
While the world
continues to cycle
a round
a mechanical need
to survive
the crossing winds,
seems logical
we might all
seek the same
peace and solace.
Yet, it’s been awhile
since peace of mind
seemed relevant
to my own thoughts …
rewind,
the constant
pouring truth
having to comprehend,
what it might be
our own personality
subjects actions,
always a challenge.
Stand on the precipice
see the miles of opportuinity
if in flight
we fall rapidly,
but the observation,
distant eternity.
Step away and enjoy the view
that part of you, gives value too.
© Scott F Savage 3/2020
Swift breeze is nonchalant to a unique settings.
Silent hour forever in the mind of an observer,
a starry horizon will stretch a furthest minute
to give benefit to psychic appraisal of reason.
Stand awake in time a twilight enhanced howl
whereby our lives will in natural light return.
For the moment we might meditate the night
with sudden revelation – planetary alignment.
I would if may suggest my life in the balance
would hold truth grateful such wires insomnia
extends my intellectual prowess that imagines
in a delusion. A realist, perhaps only questions.
In the quiet of my home, would change a season
As the wind screams my name in idyllic reason
© Thom Amundsen 2019
Do we feel pain
rather simple agony
stepping upon cracks
forgetting what is civility.
Sitting in another quiet
century
last one
got away from me.
Wandering in my mind
his heart became
a wonder
just how far our lives –
Could we see
the light of day
when the birds own
the world with melody.
Might we all see the truth
in love
rather than the pain
in inherent with difference?
Walk away from deceit,
rather knowing life is a feat.
Ever do we wonder,
if the joy really is about,
playing the game,
getting the right answers,
or at least providing a speculative
reason.
I rode a bicycle home the other day,
and each thread of pavement,
let me realize
exactly how far I needed to travel,
just by the sound it made,
in that region of my neighborhood.
They all look the same,
when we travel at high speed,
but it is when we slow down,
ease into things,
we begin to see the real nature
of every human being
standing nearby,
wondering why.
So what is it about taking the lead,
makes us all want to be
powerful
unrelenting and undermining
even at our own expense
because it feels good
feels good,
feels so very likely we are
on top of the world,
while everyone else
seems to listen
less and less,
they are cringing at the notion of making any decision on their own,
haven’t gotten very used to,
listening,
over and over and beyond the realm,
the fall guy,
the one who always answered,
whether we wish them to or not,
seems a rather skeptical outcome,
don’t you think,
or do you rather choose
a different response.
We might think of them as a memory,
the pain of losing them,
the loss of heartfelt passions and laughs,
we might imagine them a memory.
Yet, their shadows can still rise,
it is where we left them,
forced to say good-bye,
we remembered how they stood against the wall.
Oh to have the fortitude,
of those quiet souls,
the bodies left behind,
and yet still, the strength they show beyond.
We wondered out loud,
why should I be left alive,
who’s the lucky one,
who’s the recorder of their sweet mystique.
I wander sometimes quite a distance,
before I land,
I recognize my shadow always remains,
it is a spectacular sunlight.
Oh, to hold the sweet caress of yesterday,
to know the beauty we have all a reveal,
to touch the universe in one short life,
is to know the serenity of time …
It is inside the mystery of time,
when our shadows rise again.
It is when we want to cry,
the sound will not come,
its expanse,
fills our lungs to capacity,
short breaths,
quiet realities,
keeps us moving through a storm,
taking a moment,
a gasp,
yet still there is a desire to find more,
know a place we might settle in,
get perspective,
develop a plan,
learn to let go,
let go, let go, let go
of my infernal panic drawn by circumstance,
mixed with pride,
lost in ego,
until someone decides they might listen.
Only, we can never know,
when the right time is,
when the chance to breathe,
becomes the right idea of purpose,
compassion,
righteous knowledge,
entitlement.
Then again,
and again and again and again,
breathe deep the …
another lyric away from
recognizing the purity of our own sweet
sanity.
