Here are some thoughts..... (I even produced them myself)..... Feel free to ponder them. I certainly have.
It has come, of late, some concern of mine on the subject of Nowhere. I always hear about this place, but all indications point to it not exsisting, purely fictictional, or some how legendary. These musings have caused me to ask a few questions concerning Nowhere.
1)How does one get to Nowhere?
2)How fast does one have to be going, to be going to Nowhere fast?
3)How does one recogonize when one is in the middle of Nowhere?
4)How many fasttracks and roads to Nowhere are there?
5)How come I have never seen Nowhere on a map?
6)In what country is Nowhere?
7)Does anybody know the zip-code to Nowhere?
8)If I want to move to Nowhere, can any one tell me what the cost of living is?
9)Why is Nowhere always thought of as being a bad place? What's bad about it?
10)Finally:Has anyone been to Nowhere?
If any of you can answer any of these questions it would be dully appreciated.
Below are some poems I wrote a few years ago that I just recently discovered. Rather a melancholic fare... be forewarned.
I feel weary
my life it seems, leaves me
I feel exhausted
my love it seems, left me
I feel melancholy
my soul it seems never was
I feel empty
like blue skies, and space above
I feel weakened
like God has taken all my strength
I feel nothing
like a limp rope without length
I feel weary
my life it seems, leaves me
I feel exhausted
my love it seems, left me
Why does it hurt?
Why do I weep?
How can I go on?
in this empassioned sleep
I walk with a hole
deep in my soul
for you and your love
and all things untold
I must break free
though to do so I die
from the treachorous things
that prevent me to fly
....and the Mighty have fallen.
Dreams accursed, fill my mind.
I look for answers all around.
Demons dance, my bones they grind
Playing tunes with misers skin.
They nail my body, to the ground.
Angels dance above my head
I see thier graceful wings
Demons keep me nailed to bed
With creatures, all alone
Their voices, harsh, do sing.
I close my eyes, and pray to God
I know that freedom waits
The Demons bury me under sod
And Prod me with thier spears
My prayers have come to late
The Angels come, they hear my cries.
Mighty are they indeed
I yell at them, the Demons Lie
They can not hear my fears
The Demons grasp them in thier greed.
I weep now for I am dead
and writhing in my hell
The Demons come, and hurt my head
The Angels weep soft tears
for the Mighty, they were, fell.
I fade slowly, at first.
Then when my light in your eyes has grown dim.
I blink out.
Never to be known again.
You seek me, your memory.
But I am gone.
If you should find me.
I am someone new.
To be rediscovered, but never known.
As I was before.
Dancing in the fires
Dancing in the flame
Dancing with the demons
endless without name
Dancing in an orgy
of blood and death and gore
Dancing for the pleasure
Of Satan's surly whore
Dancing 'cause dancing
Is all they'll let me do
Dancing and crying out
when next to me I see you.
I've lost those things,
Which I have loved
Treasured things
Like memories
Precious things.
That I never knew
Were things that I
Could ever lose
I cry for them
They won't return
So I move on
With my life
and my mind aches
for these things again
I hope and wish
that for once
something permanent
would come
