the rattle of happy windows.
a whirl of bronze and yellow....
scratching,
and rustling.
jasmin and bougainvillea-
vainglorious till the end,
sigh under a cool breeze,
fading with dignity,
into this quilted pageant of decay.
and Night whispers
at midday,
"yes, you already know my name"
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
you look so fine
traipsing through the treeline...
gliding
with such grace....
or
was that me?
the hearth beckons,
cackling songs of last winter:
lovers' vows of the succour to come...
but i yearn
yet
to touch your ghostly presence
feeling
along my skin in the darkness.
are you ready?
touching fire
in the silence
there is nothing
but
the faint cry of infinity,
yearning to touch
and
be touched
by the ferocity
of this soul.
the maelstrom awaits.
autumn rhapsody of fools and fairies
the winds wind down into the dawn,
whispering
and waiting
for night to return, and
to carry the wildness
of our dreams
and desires
into the forest
of want
and despair,
where I wait naked
and ready
for your love.
key
am i that rainbow which i seek
hiding
always
beyond the next peak?
am i that dream which i desire
lighting
this heart
aflame with desire?
i close my eyes
and yearn no more
and finally i
enter the door.
Velvet Steel
besotted by truth
and drowning in reality,
one heart mourns what could not be:
two souls cursed to cleave and be free.
hunger
bitter silence whets perfection.
yearning satisfies a sweet tooth.
yet,
even as absence feeds
the emptiness lingering within,
you my love,
are full
of becoming.
A single tear
rolls down so slow.
rips the emperor's robe.
rumbles on the heartbeats of billions.
remembers, and says, no more.
over the rainbow
frozen
in this moment,
before the floodgates
of inevitability
and love.
why must it always hurt
so
much?
Desculpa
i am but
a son
of
the sun,
so full
of fire
and,
love,
yet I thirst
for your
golden,
silver,
or fiery
rise,...
i thirst,
my midnight lover, always
for you.
whispers linger in this darkness,
steeped in shadow.
seeking to fly free,
free as the swallow.
i love you...
who hear this song.
if not,
the reckoning calls.
theDeprevation 