he used,
from time-to-rhyme,
to drift,
soft and
content among
dreams long quenched-
the future on auto-replay.
his throat,
whetted with love's
enthused whisperings,
bears the rasp
& scratch of
desperation
thirsting for truth's succor.
so, again
he dives
deep,
down
into cobwebbed mysteries laced
with doubt,
glittering
with golden promise.
he returns to the beginning,
so that the future may finally end.
a spark is found,
again.
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
Genesis
oh, sorry,
you wasn’t ready,
was you?
to see
this son
trade your sweet
comforts
for Truth’s slippery
appeal.
a truth haunted by dreams
and swagger;
a truth plagued by magic
and wonder,
and rhythms
that ring
with the razz matazz,
of his story
Finally,
I see me…..
free…
from all of you.
yeah,
its just about time to burn this mother down.
slumber
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
Destined
a patient ringing
tugs
persistent,
and
dreams dry up
in a deluge of despair.
truth screams out
defiant lies
misinterpreted as
love.
and fear sits triumphant,
and calm,
as the wheel turns again.
Skein of Fear
be you twisted
up tightly
(with Fate's knots loosely undone),
or soaring
swiftly away
from your golden reward,
love's failing exacts a price
too heavy
to bear alone.
a masterful novice
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.
Prelude
torn asunder
by the shadow of love,
pieces of yesterday
litter the way
forward,
while lost tears
find their way home
under a star's cold embrace.
and
the moon rises
again.
changing lanes
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.
i am free: a poem for patriots
i am free
so fuck you.
don't try to tell me,
or my sisters
what to do.
i am free
so fuck you.
No matter
the number of bullets,
our march continues.
i am free
so fuck you
your fear based politics
lubricate
shriveled up lies
that soon will be due.
i am free
so fuck you.
Happy Fourth of July Mother Lovers.
(but fuck you)
cracks
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.
theDeprevation 