Deprevation

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

Paved Knave June 20, 2017

Filed under: What it is — nomisyar @ 20:36

A man who sees hate
where there is
love, is
a man lost
to the wilderness,
and
condemned
to the eternal
yearning
for home.
the road to hell is
paved with the vitriol
of lost men.

swimming in
a river of shit,
I present
magic.

magic untamed
magic disrupting
magic vulgar
magic misunderstood

walking under the feet of the crow
i laugh as
fox throws me
down.
lost heyoka
in the eternal profane;
fuck it all,
and fuck you too.

Now,
the wild calls
me,
and my teeth
are
brittle.

 

TRAINS-A-STOPPIN, a slow twitterpation through time: May 7, 2017

Filed under: EL,MORE,What it is — nomisyar @ 19:33

(Gatwick Airport; Horley; Salfords; Earlswood; Reigate; Redhill; Merstham; Coulsdon South; Purley East Croydon; Norwood Junction; London Bridge)

slowly does it.
haste waste
makes
you miss
deer and rabbit
playing chess
on
a toadstool.

death’s beauty
reigns resplendent
among Spring’s
cheap nubile lushness.

and
a tadpole,
giddy with promise,
skips across the wings of a swan.

this is not fantastical musing.
this is observation,
scientific and sincere,
as seen from my mind’s
left eye.

I’ve fallen,
twice
up the tree of love.
then slipped on a ladybird,
or ladybug –or
a pair of lovebugs,
I know not –
but slipped
I did.
Distracted by anarchical
dirges to lost love.

No,
I’ve not my mind lost.
at all.
not in the least
bit.
I still see,
and clearly
intuit.
between moss and
river, elder and ant,
I see
truth and
I see love
sharing
kisses-
and more.

so,
take a slow ride
through the valleys of your bones
discover the old wisdom
you never
ever
learned.

Reader,
I love you.
but
the Universe
loves
you more.

 

Night Joy May 5, 2017

Filed under: What it is — nomisyar @ 23:33

stepping
with care
through jasmined air

a hint of promise
enters his heart,
as joy slips twixt
Fox’s tiny toes.

a young girl’s smile
masks the woman’s face:
beauty unrefined,
natural,
and rarified.

mystic madness
wraps
round.

freefalling-
both feet on the ground.

time turns swiftly
to the laughter
in their hearts.
time
turns
slowly
to their song.

 

seasonal exhilaration April 27, 2017

Filed under: Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 12:24

spring comes
dripping
expectant
and
violent,
assaulting in an audacious
riotous cacophony
of sensory delight.

are
you
ready?

 

A peaceful walk through the heart of a soul warrior April 18, 2017

Filed under: Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 15:23

sun
and fire
will never
ever
hide this desire.

passion pulling
the reins
of the heart
& wrestling
with future and past
to deliver
the moment.

the moment,
past.
yet
never
to arrive.

wandering through a world aglow with light
wondering why some so fear the night.
seeking the answers deep within
feeling, alone and in perpetual spin

yet
following
gold-
en
threaded truths,
wrapped in
the comforting sounds
of rolling hoofs,
she finds her way
through cold endless nights.

and through loud hectic days
she finds her way.

amid the confusion,
and spiritual contusion
she finds her way.

a month or a year
a lifetime or a day
she finds her way.

the compass,
buried deep
in the heart
of it all
guides her way
to
that happy day.
 

 

repeat April 13, 2017

Filed under: What it is — nomisyar @ 22:07

twist
&
fall,
through
winding paths
forgot.

memories
sharpened
& dulled
by your heart.

bigger and
softer.
false,
in comforting
withdrawal.

you have seen
this face before.

 

Surrender April 7, 2017

Filed under: What it is — nomisyar @ 22:19

deep in
this
pit
of
wicked
wisdom
i
sit patiently.

waiting
for the muse
i never
knew.

then the
crows
laughed,
and
home
had arrived.

audaciously.

 

 
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