Nothing Comes from Nothing
Nothing Comes from Noting…
You are nothing like the love I left in Rome,
Who I set free as so far away wild to roam,
I myself, I withered from my Monkey throne,
And wondered in the jungle where hyena’s home.
Now to the truth- if truth be known- still I know too little,
But that my faith is worth dust – neither a farthing nor nickel,
The truth is, sunshine shines, inside my belly,
I feed myself, my love, my lonely Nelly,
I know not the truth, from fact or fiction,
All I know is that I have more than one addiction,
I sum my life, a bag of bones and bugs so lazy,
I slept on my throne, a bed of thorns and daisies,
But still adultery is whatever you bite into your heart,
If your love is dirty, there will be no purity in your art!
Though love is cheap unlike the art of love making -
But if it cracks the hearts of glass
- Who can perfect the art of their heart breaking?
When in this world – this golden lake of nothingness,
I exist in nothing more than God can Bless,
If he created all this bliss and called it nothingness,
Then why much more than this of myself can I express,
Of what I seem to call my God forsaken existence?
For Gods sake, what is Self, and self sacrifice,
When I live not in Me yet my life does suffice?
Then where does the Self draw the line,
Between the Sane and Insanity?
For I love myself, but I know myself – she does not love me!
This curiosity will be the death of my eloquence,
Because the only negligence in this world ,
Is the language of our intelligence!
But please pardon me, as once again I persist…
I am nothing; in nothingness do I exist,
In every passing moment of inertia and bliss,
The empty echo of every passing hour flickers away,
I cannot recall how fast nothing unfolds my days,
And within this gassy concoction of elements,
There again whips the crack- Yes the restraint of my emotions,
Though I try hard not to slip or slack…
Nothing comes from nothing – it’s always tit for tat!
I fight with nothingness to save my pride,
A high price to pay for my life in demise,
With nothing left I realise it’s too late to be free,
My love annihilated my existence before nothingness took me!





annihilation is only the beginning
of creation etc
how can i tell you
will you understand
you will never suffer annihilation
but your existence will take on new forms
as you merge with your changes
you will die, be born again
time after time
but will you listen
to a voice from without
will you allow yourself to die
so you can live
not as one
but in everyone
and in everything
nothing is impossible for you
because you are the sun
you cast light and warmth
you give life
you are
Najma
Thats beautiful Pete, Thanks…you should start your own blog of poetry!