We The N.O.M.A.D. Poem by Thoughts of a Single Man

Musical notes
artistic strokes
words levied and wrote
all spokes on the eternal spinning wheel

Are we the wanderers or the wonderers
are we the hopeless romantics of those who romanticize the notion of hope
are we the leaders who follow our hearts or the slaves to masters of our arts

the painters the poets the writers the dreamers
together are we
yet inherently apart from one another
fragmented pierces of the same puzzle
made in times long gone by
what roll of the cosmic dice claimed us
and darned us with the birthmark of the creators
the cast of the iron stamp branded upon us
hiding the horrors of the wounded mass
are we the chosen few
or the few who are destined never to be chosen
diameters on the scales of conscious thought
wrought in the cauldron fires
that burn in the brains of the forefathers of invention
the silent screams of the never mention
as we dance so nimbly on the in invisible tightrope
as we teeter between two conflicting ideals
lost in our insanity yet captured in our genius
many have seen us
unnoticed in the passing gaze
the blurring haze of the balm of the public streets
knowing not what trots behind our eyes
that carry the twinkle of imagination
yet docked in the station of molded remorse
we of the forced course of fate
that leads to the inevitable outcome of products produced
induced by what others cannot see or hear
echoes in the auditory canal of the canine
the dog written in reverse that finds the ears of our God
depicting the harmony of the unblinking Buddha
where thoughts caress the leafs of the lotus in flight
all aboard the lakes of our lords
for the ships that sail in the gail of nothingness
conjuring everything that we leave behind us
we come from the confines of tortured pain
the averted visions of contorted shame
where solace has been found in what we posses
our gifts given with the open balm
the priceless gems rendered in our salvation
the links that bind us in this nation
we the uneasy travelers of heaven and earth
we were stripped bare of our emotions long ago
the heavy husk of adulthood peeled from our core
no longer bound in the confines of the idiot flesh
as the child in us was marooned
there on the empty shores where tears once fell
the swell in the weeping ocean of spacious time
beneath the darkened clouds of my interrupted harmony
that adorned the space of a gracious mind
there on bended knee in the desert of an ended sea
listening for the words that came to fruition
the whispers that swim in the content of a hollow shell
where yesterdays flicker and tomorrows ever swell
the coins that splash in the wishing well
filled by those who dare to still dream
the portrait and scene of untarnished innocence
that sketched the outlines of a weathered wrath
tell me what is the tally of a teachers task
or are we but students in eternity's class
holograms in the lectern of empty chairs
of questions never asked
suckling the final descending drop
from wisdom's endless flask
we are the notes that develop on the music score
born in the womb of a tune never sung
we are the dashes that leap upon the empty canvas
that renders and recovers copies of a mural
already hanging on the wall of our minds
we are the words, the never ending words,
the fall form the mouth of a fabled muse
and guide the hand once more to the crying page
we are the restless ones
who leave the footprints in the sands of the mind
while forever ascending the fragile staircase of glass
tender are we
noble are we
scarred are we
legend are we
burdened are we
with the weight of our past sorrows on our shoulders
that strives to break the bending Atlas back
as images spin in the carousel of recollection
while still tapping toe keep the beat and direction
of a path to our fantasies rooted in realty
where we wake healed in the cradle of companionship
no longer tethered to the tree of our ancient woe
wielding the hovering cube of our wonderment
shared by all and coveted by the few
I give this to you
to us all as you have given me
we the limbs of that mighty creative tree
those of us who are labeled the magical misfits
that find now so hard to trust
that create not deemed forces of nature
but because we must
the multiple hats laid on the head of very artist
who sees in the eye of the third
constantly moving on that elusive trail
where desires inspired are finally seen and heard
clipping the strings in an effort to be free
yet still dragging the anklets behind our steps
unable to bread the shackles of the past
so that our hearts can be free from it's prison
as we share the varied radius of our gifts
with the neglecting unsuspecting word
always seeking not to meddle but test our mettle
refusing to settle
praying each action we take mentally shakes
the shingles on the roof of our castles so dark
illuminated by our creative sparks
that shall forever light our ways
from the moment of our conception
until the end of our thinking days
we are no one
we are everyone
we are one thing
we are something
we are nowhere
we are everywhere
we are the

N -navigating
O -our
M-memories
A-and
D- dreams

On a path that knows no end
that knows no mend
that prose and friend
that flows from pen
grafted from the lessons that we have all learned
and imprinted in every message that we send
for ceilings shatter and the roofs are removed
by the power of a single thought