moonwalking into spring
i slip
back into winter’s cruel grasp.
cold solitude leaves me rooted
in a rootlessness that knows no end, and
tethered to a yearning
that has no name.
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
after the storm
this longing,
undiminished yet
faltering,
like a wet feather in the wind.
swirling galaxies of delight and wonder
wait
to find their way
to you.
if only i was strong enough,
if only there was time enough.
if only.
if only.
a stalking wind,
hot
dry,
charged with audacity
and purpose,
rolls in
over my dreams,
sending tingles of nostalgia
through these borrowed bones.
it is time.
are you ready?
LP No. 44_2021_love songs
reverberations of summers gone past
wrinkle my nose
as i sink back
into this nostalgic reverie.
she arrives early,
gliding
in with grace,
and a knowing grin,
already tempting
Summer’s sin.
and this sun missed skin
longs
to be sunkissed again,
that darkened ebony glow,
a mark of Ra’s love.
so i sing
in silent harmony
with three birds sitting
in the crooked tree.
LP No. 43_2021_storm
wanting
waiting
whispering
within
&
without.
air crackling
through rasped lungs
as you kneel,
stuck in the anticipation
which looms hungrily between the moments.
a growing yearning for
chaos and thunder.
a thirst for the incredible.
waiting,
for a storm
to match the tempest
in your heart.
LP No. 42_2021_ fighting heyoka man
a magic courses through these veins
and
Destiny knows me by name.
weaving my story
from mist and fantasy,
I leave reality to the dreamers.
like a bat in heat
i dance
naked
on winds that lead to nowhere,
manifesting my life
as it was fated to be.
LP No. 41_2021_heat
a slow burn
rises
underneath the plains.
and it is midnight still.
Santa Ana Hoodoo gone wild.
And I like it…
quenched by the
dry electric air…..
I’m electric too.
storm’s been abrewin’,
some 42 years now.
CRAAAADAACK!
Let’s Play.
LP No. 40_2021_communions and confessions
slipt
softly through
shadow and cloud,
returning again
to me,
as you always do.
a wraith of perfection,
a beacon for a dreaming soul
without knowing,
i wait.
i wander through my days
waiting
for you.
waiting
to throw my very being
against
your implacable calm
and drink in
your luminescence.
you give me nothing.
and I feel
nothing.
but in your Graceful flame,
devoid of love,
i touch infinity.
LP No. 39_2021_prayer II
kneeling
to feel myself rise.
surrendering
to master your desires.
the singleness of
our sacred depravity:
the root of our chaotic duality.
erupting the
dampened fires of our wicked souls
we drown in a bliss hitherto unknown.
LP No. 38_2021_Worship
lifted so high
on a bed of azure perfection,
i want you-
to possess,
and be possessed by,
your wonder.
so swiftly you fly.
……so swiftly.
who pulls you
away from me?
or
do you run
to the embrace of your true beloved?
LP No. 37_2021_weaver
unsolicited
transgressions into the creative
leave tender souls reeling
and pleading
for peace.
but the job aint done
yet, and
some wounds
remain unexposed still.
so we thrust deeper,
seeking salvation
in the sweet sting
of solitude.
