Author: nomisyar

I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.

slumber

~ nomisyar 
deep
dark
magic
flows
swift
between
words unspoken.


words
           whispered
in
dreams of remembering.


words
           sung
to
rhythms long lost.


words
           buried
beneath
stone and river.



words claimed
by
souls damned.




the night screams
joy, as we awaken
to her call,
so
come and
dance
with us,
naked
& free.




come my children,
let us burn eternal,
fuck the world and
set our magic free

a masterful novice

~ nomisyar

a
master
of comedy
scurrying this way
and that,
provoking
divine chortles
which lace the evening sky,
as I forever seek the truth
glowing inside.

a
master
navigator
venturing over baobab
and through acacia,
leaping under
the sound of the drums.
steeped in earthy aroma,
I find myself here,
waiting.


a
master
of seduction
leaving behind desire and ecstasy, as
the ghost of longing slips
unfathomably close, leaving
in its wake a truth that
glistens
with tantalizing delight across
naked skin,
fulfilling a hunger that wants
for naught.



yet
the whispers of loss still
tingle in my ear.

my apprenticeship has only just begun.



changing lanes

~ nomisyar 
long have i waited
for opportunity's spiked embrace,
as portents of struggle
flooded my soul
with a patient kind of love.


and fear arrived to nest in my heart.

fear stilled these capable limbs.

fear stilled all hope, 
leaving
me
in a broken moment,
until fear stilled my fear.


and so I am here
now, fearless
& alone,
wrapped in this cloak of destiny.

cracks

~ nomisyar 
there are cracks
in the cradle of your soul,
but you are not broken.



though
some rivulets of
feeling spill
over,
you remain
whole.



so come,
with all your scarred perfection,
and let us explore
a fractured past,
tell tales,
and share a kiss that will last
for eternity.


let us polish these cracks
with love's wild caress.