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.
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
lolligaggin’
summer's ebullience creeps in
gentle,
yet rambunctious,
with cool sunny mornings composing sweet songs,
of lush, verdant,
and joyful things.
the humming abundance
shakes this penitent soul.
and I surrender,
but still,
I want more.
glittering for tomorrow
the longing with
which I hold on to memories of success,
bleed mercilessly into
endless days
and nights of summer.
and firm visions
of yesterday slip uncertain
into the haze of here
and now.
drowning,
between gusts of
summer madness,
&
heretical expectation,
I float
roughly,
'cross an ocean breeze
to
screams of delight which
punch so gracefully through the wind,
harmonizing elegantly,
with the cries of anguish
for what must leave.
and I wait
impatient,
for the wheel
must turn .
misty rendez-vous, without you
a final kiss,
haunts the peaceful morning air,
lighting the truth within
our dreams.
a tender
longing, tugging
soft
at sweet opportunity
let slip
away,
craving
those firm memories
of
what could
have been.
so we trace gentle
upon Her ouroboros of sensuality,
sinuously towards
fait accompli,
and
rejoice,
set free
to be you,
and
me.
misremembered love
ghosts
of summer rain
up,
around, and
over me
like a million fireflies laughing
on a hot dusty breeze.
...sweetness,
captured 'neath linden trees sagging under
the volume of cicadas...
and night slides
through, awakening
dreams...
and old fears too.
and
I smile deeply
into
her eyes
with delight,
finding
infinity
smiling right back:
oh this crazy love
we share:
my beautiful Tanty
and me.
Beauty Offset: A Symphonic Sunset
your
radiances blind
the truth vision of my soul,
but
it is just
when my sight is so tossed
askew, that i can truly begin
to envelop all of you.
and as dusk creeps
seductive
behind your ferocious succumbing,
i see
the synchronicity
of delightful and
pretty things.
i see
the love
twixt me
and you.
some stolen words on freedom*
faith flies
gentle, free, and loose,
through winds of expectation, hope, and
that which yet seeks to be known.
and,
in
this
fantastic
free
fall
we lose
our grip
upon the stars,
and clouds,
and dreams,
and ourselves....
to all to which we once held
so tight.
who knew feeling free was so fucking scary?
*A version of these words was previously scribed in a direct message to an incandescent soul that truly knows freedom....but I have, without permission, pilfered those words to share with you because, perhaps you burn just as bright.
creeping phoenix
sun slashed brow
and summer's
sweet promise
breathe fire
into this somnolent soul.
what joys and
treasures await a
true awakening?
you may
never
know.
barter
sing me a song
of rapture
and of love,
and perhaps I wlll share
a bit of this magic
and mead
with you.
theDeprevation 