Deprevation

sopping up the inspiration, creativity and beauty from life's dregs

Bric à brac leaves the heart no slack August 25, 2018

Filed under: EL,In Vino....,Poem — nomisyar @ 16:36

mementos,
receipts,
and
little shopping bags
remind
of a love
that traveled on.

more poignant than all the words
scratched to each other with love,
a morrisons bag
kicks me in the gut.

the past has passed,
no doubt;
but in constant refrain,
nostalgia digs
with the sweetest pain.

life
is
gorgeous-
The Universe, divine.
To have loved was a gift,
both hers,
and
mine.

 

Instruction In Artful Deviancy August 24, 2018

Filed under: EL,MORE,Poem — nomisyar @ 03:41

Slipped,
between
creased corners
of Night’s gossamer,

Moon,
timid & shy,
slips
softly

in –
which hour,
come,

and
gone,

shall magic
come
again?

wicked
wholesome deeds await
lovers,
and children,
and all that fall between.

Come
&
Fly,
my little devil,
Heaven awaits.

 

Wot you doin’ here Black Man August 20, 2018

Filed under: EL,In Vino....,What it is — nomisyar @ 23:32

meandering and,
sliding…
slowly slipping into ecumenical,
and socialist
perfection.

 
I see you,

Brother,
and you
see me….

I nod.
You nod.

&
we keep it movin’.

Life
Blacktastic

belongs to you,
and
to
me.

rock on brother,
rock on.

 

Summer Scene, Prospect Park August 2, 2018

Filed under: Uncategorized — nomisyar @ 20:26

I miss lightning bugs,
and
loud ass cicadas.
and dusk’s
changing of the guard, as bat replaces swallow.

thats it.

 

 
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