A PRAYER TO NOWHERE
The horizon
Pulled forward and above me
Like a morgue's white sheet
Rain began to fall
Someone, somewhere
Opened a window in the clouds
And began to call
My will, take me there
Before time grows tired of my presence
Rain struck my window
Blurring the outside world
Colored shapes moved about
I pressed my face against the cold glass
Not wanting to return
Ahead was nothing more than a cell
A dead man walking
Unchaperoned
A final mile
An abbreviated world
The half-life of man
The monitor came to life
Just another window
To another nothing world
Words, numbers, pictures
And that thin line between truth and lies
Rain replaced by the tapping of keys
Concern measured in a sentence
Apathy in words
Recorded for eternity
A Prayer to nowhere
I searched for a rainstorm
What was promised to women was a lie
That men had already been fooled by
I pressed my face against the warm glass
And found truth in deception
A STAIRWAY TO NOWHERE
I want to dream
A forever dream
In a world
You'd feel at home
Where the laws of time
Are abstract
Just the two of us, alone
On a trackless train together
Racing to the sea
On a stairway to nowhere
Under skies crying rain
Running to find shelter
On a pathway through the trees
Just to see you laughing
Things that cannot be
I never told you
I noticed
The silent mornings, so withdrawn
I never told you
I noticed
Your hand slipping from my palm
I never told you
I noticed
The endless ticking of the clock
I never told you
I noticed
How you'd sit by and watch
I never told you
I noticed
Every second, but it seems
Everything I wanted
Only possible in dreams
*
Your doorway with the broken light
Shadows where we went to hide
You so cold, against my soul
I fold you deep inside my coat
Look to things, all unknown
A sky so vast, eons old
How stars long dead, hang on to life
Why flowers given, have to die
All you left, may still be there
On our stairway to nowhere
Through all the noise and The Wandering Mind,
I searched for a grace I was meant to find.
They talk about the Many Faces of Love,
Though we’ve been Judged Differently by stars above.
I still smile thinking how SHE ASKED FOR MY BLAZER,
Wrapped in my jacket, feeling you near.
I Love Doing This Life Thing with You,
Catching The Look i Don't Notice, so quiet and true.
When Love Calls Me Sweetboy, my world turns soft,
My Silver Lining when my thoughts float aloft.
You brought me a Clarity nothing can break,
Pure Perfection in Motion in every breath you take.
Even when apart, Still Longing to hold,
In the Dawn's Gentle Light, our story is told.
One look and I sigh, Damn, Its Her,
My light, my favorite blur.
My Desire and my Wish is simple, to stay by your side,
I give you My Words, nowhere to hide.
We’re leaving behind the Shadows of Youth,
Because For Me, You Are Enough and that is my truth.
At the end of it all, It's You
BLANCHE NOMINATION
NOMINATION VACATION
STALL AT THE STATION
Is loneliness a mediator
One life’s uncompleted symphony
Must be completed later
By voices of others’ memory?
You’ve reached out to nowhere
They wish you to rest in peace
But you can’t answer from there
Being released of all this
I’m dashing to you, my darling
But met with silence that stares
Right into me while I’m calling
Calling to you from downstairs..
A veil of snow upon my face.
I woke from a deep cold slumber.
I moved as if I had wings.
An open door called sweetly onto me.
AP: 3rd place 2026
this family was a throwback to the 1890’s I think
they appeared out of nowhere, a wormhole clink?
they were dressed like Victorians in feathers and fur
their child had a ****, and their horse gave a purr
fluffy in velvet gown and fancy boots was the wife
Husband wore a brocade vest and a top hat as sharp as a knife
the children were dressed to the maximum which we do not do
this Victorian family was a throwback to 1891 or 92.
Circling in the swinging rounds
Sleeping in the busy train
Of the London Underground
Missing over and again
Escalators that deliver
Upwards to the rainy street
Interrupted dream will quiver
Falling down under feet
What was real, becomes imagined
More amorphous, less greater
Undeniably nostalgic
Though I will deny it later
I return to where I’m bound
Leaning on the rails it’s me
But you’re nowhere to be found
Though it’s only you I see.
When you don't have desire
do you have a purpose?
Upon the edge of life
my brain reflects images
of what has been
flickering randomly
black and white than blackness
Light absorbs my being
illuminated I ascend
far from human realm
I glide onward into an ocean of
eternal space
seeing all I saw
hearing all I heard
feeling numb
sound like the waves surging the beach
Brightness chills
light engulfs
forever onward
glowing within
my eyes flame
poof
sparkling ember dying light
settle on the ledge of being
darkness besieges
without voice my mind screams
flames within my palms
hands wave round and round
darkness retreats
as light flickers
I stand alone toes clutching the edge
nothingness
alone but full
fall back furling into remnants of am
light soft comforts
Home.
Nowhere Man
I haven’t rode a motorcycle since 2011.
Riding through the trees was like heaven.
The last thing on earth that's freedom.
He doesn't need much.
Just a few bucks.
Ride on through with sunglasses.
Just ride until your heart's content.
Believe me, there's nothing like it.
Freedom on a bike.
A cool breeze outside.
My shadow rides beside me.
A lonely man on his bike is free.
Not many understand what it means.
On fire, the motor is always burning.
There is nothing like the open road.
Let all your thoughts go out the window.
Early morning ready to take flight.
Nothing else matters in sight.
Burnt tire tracks on the asphalt.
A beautiful day to ride in the fall.
So many memories so long ago.
Ride freely along the winding road.
Trees hover above as I ride below.
It’s like flying through a tunnel.
Just lean against your bike and grab a smoke.
Just cruse right into tomorrow.
Nowhere close to my dreams
The greatness that never came
The trips I never took
I lost them all along the road of growing up
Life did not unfold as I dreamt
Lovelorn and forlorn
All locked up in my heart
Suddenly I woke up
And it is all gone
The years, all gone
All I have left is emptiness
All I have left is unrequited love
And a giant stillborn dream
A craving like a lead in my heart
A pain the size of Manhattan
A void like the Boöte void
I dreamt my dreams but forgot to live my dreams
Adieu my dreams
As I cruised down the road to nowhere,
the cool breeze rushed past my window.
Trees danced in a hurried retreat,
while birds sang together in harmony.
The scenery mirrored the place I once belonged,
memories of my childhood flickering like ghosts.
Tears welled, clouding my weary eyes,
as my heart ached for home.
I should have been home yesterday.
But home isn’t a place—
home is someone,
home is people.
Yet, I had no one waiting,
only me and my broken heart.
One day, I will find home.
But for now...
I'll just keep driving.
The river from nowhere flows across the Earth
From every tiny town and hidden hamlet, it comes
To gather the waste of fallen man in countless streams
And carry it across the terrestrial surrendering sphere
The river running from nowhere
Comes voiceless and without song
Acid, ruinous, its life course runs outside of dreams
Silently carrying the waste of sin from its source
It heaves itself up in steaming swells
From the undergrounds of human loss
Vomiting fluids from terror filled wells
Onto the pink flesh of the innocent newborn
And in the clear air of Spring orchards
Stagnant pools form, lying still and hopeless
Cold wetness percolating into the black scared earth
Passing into hell’s icy bottom of death’s eternal void
No north nor south nor east nor west it is in the center of winter.
Welcome to the land I own
Sorry that it looks so humble
It’s a flat I call my home
Mind the threshold do not stumble
Ring the bell, and then you’ll see
If there is a green light spot
What a great idea to be
Using avatars we’ve got
All my friends are quiet and smart
Easy going people, look
They unwittingly depart
Disappearing off my book
I didn’t write another chapter
There’s no draft in my archive
Only echoes of your laughter
That reminds you are alive
In the Nowhere land of mine
It’s a shelter from the snow
And of course we have some wine
To enjoy before we go..
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