By de nomad
Date: 6 February 1998

the inspiration

it starts with a notion
an intent of a mood
and ends with movement of time rushing by.

what was first an intriguing thought
becomes an obsession for action,
the imperative of the moment.
there is no force on earth as compelling as this idea 
that grips your soul in the teeth of its consuming appetite.

you become the idea, 
and the idea becomes you.
You are one an inspeparable,
and you wonder if it was you all the time, 
or if you have become possesed by a force 
not of the realm you mundanely are familiar..

ohhh, if you could go back..
ohhhhh, if you hadn't been so nosey.
but you have tasted your desire;
and now your feeding on a meal for which there is no satisfaction.
you're a pit seeking to fill its interminable limits.
and you pitythose ho've never transcended the point of human sentitmnet.

its the spirits, the ideas, and the gods, which you'll engage,
and whoa tothe person who challenges yur be-ing.
so the words continue to tumble forth, tp form an iching of inspirtion..
the  present becomes a moment of mystery, the future a promise to be held