I want to tell you a story,
it takes a bit to get there
somehow I need to find the right words,
that syntax, and grammar, sort of thing.
See, I like to use music
as a visual tool to notions,
moments that help me only to say
the right thing, without going wrong.
I have this some time theory
about where we are, sort of
why we seem to be doing anything we
appear to be doing in our daily routine.
We are all given chance
an opportunity to know
what really truly matters in our simple lives,
we could really save a lot of time – you know.
Today, I’m with John Mayall
cruising down the avenue
see he shows me a certain rhythm of sound,
that cadence I need to make my story real.
So might you take a bluesy ride
one we are sure to share sound,
the sort of climbing ardent need to know ourselves
in a manner with a gentle beat of sweet ceremony …
I once held a truth
a calm sacred oath.
She suggested couth
would reduce your loath
for those souls ahead
those lacking clues
may need to be led
along a road of blues
We have a duty here
see the skies together
hold your lovely near
get to know the other
Our connection to an evening star
has wandered further away, away
gotta grow with leaps and bounds,
instead with sacrifice we look away.
Yet, the need to move with speed
screams our morbid human angst
would rather sit alone and stew
than take the time to know you.
My story lies inside that emotion
that scares me when you’re standing
nearby your greatest self serving fear,
persons of hue, that, ‘people’ is you!
© Thom Amundsen 2014
Poet's Corner 