Beyond the Blue Horizon

[amd1953]

I sense that I am approaching the blue horizon.   Even so, it retreats further away from me as if trying to conceal something important from me.   What is there to hide that is worth so much subterfuge?   What is it I need to know in this final stage of life?   Who knows?   Who cares?   Well, I certainly do.   I want to understand everything that comes my way whether it is meant for me or not.   Life is short enough without the sensation of feeling cheated and deceived.   The challenge is to discover how to cut through the nonsense that cloaks its true meaning.   If I were a camel, I would feel at home in the desert.   If I were a dromedary, I would, indeed, feel cheated.   See Wikipedia for camels/dromedaries.   Spoiler alert!   A dromedary only has one hump.   If I were searching for a new home, I would look to the exoplanets.   Cosmologically speaking, a much better place to permanently reside.   The moon would be much too close for comfort.   I am thinking another galaxy would be great.   Certainly within a short drive to the restaurant at the end of the universe for tea and crumpets.   Like Albert Camus, I am a rebel without a cause.   I choose the absurdist rather than the existentialist philosophy.   Everything in this life is engineered towards those with skills, talent and the will to succeed.   I have now lost sight of the blue horizon.   I am in freefall back to earth where I will lie quietly in the lush meadows and star at the blue sky.

amd1953

[white knight]

Hi, welcome 

Thankyou for what i read as a metaphor of your inner self of im not mistaken. That's special and such deep thinking is rare and even more rarely shared. I enjoy astrology but, as a poet I struggle to leave our planet especially since ive spent 50 years seeking ways to exist here, yes in my 20's I made several attempts to hermitage and never return, it didn't work, a compromise was found. The "at arms reach" method works for me and I can still live in the corner of the bush.

THE CORNER OF THE BUSH

Given society a gentle push
Arrived in the corner of the bush
Moved fast lane aside for harmony
Closer to ones own – destiny

Shadow moon shines infinitely
Night owls a symphony
Sitting arms in Buddha pose
Spiders allowed to dance upon my nose

Furry paws best caring hand
No shield needed in wonderland
No internet, no dog and bone
All the stones are never thrown

In the corner of the bush
Give society a gentle push
Blending bark with your skin
Protesters nearby – but they will not win

Children nearby ‘hide and seek’
We all end up as a compost heap
Fun and more fun echoes all around
Some life lived – some never found

Further and further into branches and leaves
Like us, do animals grieve?
Bush no need for duck and weave
Only matters – what you believe

Hark the bells of sanity
No mirror for your vanity
Rocks thrown from a cowards lair
I’m in the bush…no quarry there

Trip over plastic traps
Cradle broken bird in your lap
Send society with that gentle push
From the corner of the bush

(TonyWK)

(Many poems in "poets corner post your poems here- use search)

So this deep thinking, it unique, it's yours, have you got any mental health issues? O have bipolar2, dysthymia, under the spectrum high F.

TonyWK 

[amd1953]

Hello White Knight,

I am always afraid of saying too much or never enough on some of these posts to this forum.   Not everyone appreciates the depths to which some people might go.   It might be considered inappropriate in some cases.

amd1953

[white knight]

Not at all, I enjoyed every word. Your reflection does seem to reflect some low self esteem but that's not the end of the world. 

Considering many people never think of fantasy, dreams or any other brain exercise we create... to possess that is a gift, it is therefore rare and for like minded individuals it's comforting.

Can I ask you if you've attempted writing at all? I think there's some talent hidden away. 

Breathe easy, you are only judged in a positive way here.

Here's something to cheers you up

MY OWN CLOWN

I have a clown I hold in my hand

When I'm happy, he's a colourful one man band

And when he's sad, I see him through a blur

sitting sadly and moping, we both were

One day, one to forget

I watched him with arms begging

in circles walking, emotionally level pegging

I said to him- "why do you copy me clown"?

He sat and looked "I copy you when you're up, and I copy you when you're down

I stared closer to his face and got a shock to see

his face was so familiar...it was a mirror image of me...

TonyWK