Author: nomisyar

I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.

Journey

~ nomisyar 
skipping,
singing,
stumbling,and
gliding towards
each
new
perfection.....



only to let
it
happily slip
away:
a new conspiracy
theory
of
what could
be.



lost,
until She calls again,
bringing torturous delight
and wonder,
and pain -
oh such beautiful pain.


I've reached the end a dozen times
and I'll joyfully reach for it
a dozen more.


a belly full of 
grace, and
love, and
passion too,
I make my way back
spinning,
spinning back
to You.

prayer

~ nomisyar 
what then, 
when words hide
from the tumult
within?

where then,
may this soul find solace,
if
not
with you?

strong
secure
sure
&
sly....
the soul warrior moves in such a way...

such was my way....

such way is no more.



shadows fall
along this
way,
and
in light's
absence, truth
reveals itself,
anew.

truth forgot, 
in moments of pleasure;

truth forged
from the ash;

truth born 
within
me.

and so,
as future flees once again
through the mist
and the shadow,
that old magic finds
its way back
to me.

sweet words
fly once more...
from these trembling lips,

humming toward ecstasy,
to unleash the sacred
as purest profanity.

come,
and pray with me.

roots

~ nomisyar 
a depth long forgot
echoes 
against this chest,


but
blinded by desire, and
by fear,
exquisite anticipation
slips once more.


and so:

lost again,
that wisdom
whet
against brilliant innocence;

lost again,
that stinging solace sought
in patience's cool embrace.






time,
sworn foe to lovers
and salve to hearts torn asunder.

time,
the gift we take,
and give,
but never repay.


time,
i return
humbled,
in service to you.


let us find what was lost
and what could never be.