glancing deep,
into the nothing,
where
butterflies dream
of winter snows,
and
panthers roam
on silken roads,
i see
every single little thing…
i see
absolutely nothing at all.
In this perfect
unending
captured moment,
i am free of love
& fear
and the happy circumstance
that lies in between.
in short, my friend,
I am
here.
so,
when silver laced words crash
and tumble
across your chest,
awakening the golden dragons
within.
will you?
can you?
ignore the call?
Nothing needs
you,
and ditto you,
withall.
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
calling
i hear you,
up there,
alone,
& magnificent.
are you happy,
up there,
never able to receive,
naught but a prayer
breathed lustfully,
through these adoring lips?
I hear you
calling
to me.
do you need me
as I once needed you?
I hear you
calling.
don’t worry,
I am here
and yes,
I need you too.
majesty
veiled in the grandeur of
the Here
and the
Now,
She approaches.
masked and subdued,
yet resplendent in her ascension.
then we waltz,
again through memories
of what is yet to be ,
moving to the rapid pulse
of Destiny.
such love
knows no equal.
such intimacies
know no bounds.
we go round
and round and
round,
weaving truth from dreams,
ripping fear from
the uninitiated,
answering unspoken pleas.
grappling ecstatic
with abandoned frenzy
we cleave unto
the other as two.
and part
as one.
and Night rises,
gasping in disbelief
at this primal dance
of shadow and blood.
and we whisper gently
into that great void:
my darling,
do worry, for
we have only just begun.
string of pearls
a billion translucent wonders
capture the magic of your radiance
yet,
your bountiful love is never contained.
longing for the warmth
of your transcendental gifts,
I sup, drink, and drown in your glory.
inspired by your generosity
i rain fire
upon the willing, and
pour loving devotion
upon those not ready to see.
Such is the way of cosmic alchemy.
another day in paradise
the present hurtles
quickly without,
threatening
the serenity within.
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we
tumble together
through
mists & fantasm.
we lust,
we conspire,
we whet a growing desire.
I delve
deep
into
the truth
of you:
sly eyes look up,
expectant,
and a soft heart glows
dependant.
under a watchful Moon,
glistening bodies
bathed
in silver
lie,
empty
of hope
or pride.
a future written
is a future lost,
so we stay true
to love at every cost,
knowing dreams
carry a power untold,
feeding the flickering fire
of a happy wicked soul.
waves
gently scalded
by
a star’s loving mercy,
i slip again,
down
into the shadows
where (my) truth blossoms
furtive,
and safe
from expectations and love.
yearning for absolution,
yet fearing
dissolution into a greater part
of me.
so i scale these peaks of despair
and slide into the valleys, grounded in solitude,
all the while,
avoiding the stagnant tranquility of constancy.
they call it human nature
fear rips away
at these wretched bones,
leaving behind the lie
of vulnerability.
this betrayal
of destiny,
this original
failure,
seethes within.
until,
fresh as butterfly's
breath,
Truth washes over me,
and i finally see.
and once again
i know,
what it means to be free.
tools of the trade
lust for truth.
– check
fear
– flowing freely, when not kept in check.
hope
-tucked away in my back pocket
poetry
-coursing through these veins
rhythm
-rocking firmly in these hips
love
-always
time to play
Borboleta Blues
I fly here
&
I sail there,
(but never, ever do I go way over there).
boldly cautious,
I gently glide without care
my purpose a mystery to all
including me.
unshackled
this light
soars over all purpose
and burning
desires,
leading,
ever so gently, to unexpected truths.
