One turn
takes you drifting across the sea.
Two turns
has you holding on
to me.
I
did not
see this coming.
Oh,
here we go again.
Summer.
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
Walk
I walk this path
because I can,
I walk this path
because i must.
There were many before me,
But this path is mine.
With each step
the way gets longer
with each breath
the way gets clearer.
No one can follow me.
No one can walk with me.
The way is lonesome.
The way is beautiful.
“Where will it lead?” she asks me,
Lips wet with regret….
“This path is mine,” I reply
“and I walk it alone”.
Smoke Signals
A smile,
wrapped
in a poem.
For all to see?
No.
For your eyes
alone.
Eyes I dream to see.
Eyes I wish that could see me.
Eyes that would stop the very sea.
Eyes that must never be.
For yours,
are Eyes
that have
broken me.
Mask
I wear a mask
and a costume
for most of my day.
I hide
from
their
unquenchable
thirst
for order.
I wear a mask,
And I hate it.
When I take off that mask I dance naked with my muse,
then, you see me
Here,
sharing with you.
I take of that mask,
And laugh with my friends.
Then I put on my work clothes,
and I Play.
I Play.
I want the courage
To always be naked,
I want the power
to always play.
I want the love
To always be Ray.
A Maxim for Today: Supplemental
And Love too.
A Maxim for Today
Everything in moderation-
except, of course,
Women,
Drugs,
And
Capoeira.
Ghosts of Yesterday
Eat
It all
till it stretches
You.
Till it pushes
You to
that place
You are
afraid to see.
Feed till you burst,
But you wont.
So
Eat,
And
Devour
Yap it all up,
And look for more.
What else is there?
But to get Big?
Get it while its hot
Sip it when its cool.
Its there for you.
Its all
for you.
aren’t you famished?
I’m starving.
don’t peel a boiled egg when you’re hungry
You’ll fuck it up.
True Story.
The Fire
Shhhhhh
Keep it quiet.
No one must know,
that
I am
in love.
with a cruel
hard
beautiful
mystery-ridden
Bitch.
Every step of the way,
as I look a bit deeper
into her wide
open eyes,
in that vast void,
I feel myself
slipping
deeper
and deeper
into my own soul.
It scares me
how far it goes.
it scares me
how far I must go.
it scares me to glimpse
just how grand
we can all be-
how grand we
MUST
Be.
But I am ready now.
I am ready
to dance with you.
So Madame,
You wicked wonderful
wild woman,
Let’s Play.
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