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Author: nomisyar

I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.

awaiting this moment

December 28, 2020 ~ nomisyar ~ Leave a comment

wave breaks against this dawn:
more
of the same pain
washes in, anew.

the Flot
and
Jet of flooded
emotions and memories
stifle…..

painlessly.

sweet surrender..

into the anonymity
of what almost
could be.

Dawn breaks
and this wisdom,

ebbs…..

away.

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slip

December 28, 2020 ~ nomisyar ~ Leave a comment

as thunder gently caresses
the edges of my sanity,
the calm of inevitability
crashes down
upon my head.

wild and true,
a crescendo of Love
personified,
slowly calcifies into
me,
and you.

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Eight Words

December 28, 2020 ~ nomisyar ~ Leave a comment

sink.

fall.

fly.

sing.

life, unabated.

soul,
overrated.

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shush

December 28, 2020 ~ nomisyar ~ Leave a comment

whisper once
and hear
this soul echo
and ache.

whisper twice
and see
love cry.

whisper again
and feel
infinity slip
into a memory

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no title

December 28, 2020 ~ nomisyar ~ Leave a comment

anonymity masquerading as solitude.

fear,
tiptoeing
on hope’s serrated edge.

and we
drown
in a flood of famished desire.

decadent
in our deprivation.

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my mango

December 20, 2020December 21, 2020 ~ nomisyar ~ Leave a comment

summer’s lust captured
in the palm of my hand.


orange flames licking
lips
and cheek and chin.


My Messy Magical Mojo Maker

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deeper

December 20, 2020 ~ nomisyar ~ Leave a comment

precious grace
made obsolete
by the vulgar mastications
of the vigorously masturbated masses.

this bleeding jewel-
soul’s fire,
given freely
and
enthusiastically,
is all i have to give.


is all,
that i am.



a whispered diamond that cuts
deep.

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pause (iv)

December 20, 2020 ~ nomisyar ~ Leave a comment

cloud break; time
shift
bring more nether
in which
we lose ourselves.


i step securely upon wisps
of desire
and sink
so low
into your celestial wonder-
to pause again,
gasping,
for milk
and
honey.

and the rain falls
again
gently caressing
these expectant lips.

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symphony of one

December 20, 2020December 20, 2020 ~ nomisyar ~ Leave a comment

lost among these branches
i see naught
but what is.
Not another trembling
spirit in sight
none but but me.



i long not
for another:
this,
is my story.


i want not
for company:
here,
I am free.



the wind gusts pityingly
through the tatters of ego.
I feel
Everything,
and
Nothing knows me.

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salamander blues

December 13, 2020 ~ nomisyar ~ Leave a comment

dampened peregrinations
under winter scented showers.

seeking truth
from these endless
traverses:


crossroads of the then,
and the now.


and Fate
rolls on
incessant,
flashing, with epiphanous finality.



my rorschach,
now a gift
to you….


may your revelation
lead you home.

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