besotted by truth
and drowning in reality,
one heart mourns what could not be:
two souls cursed to cleave and be free.
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
hunger
bitter silence whets perfection.
yearning satisfies a sweet tooth.
yet,
even as absence feeds
the emptiness lingering within,
you my love,
are full
of becoming.
A single tear
rolls down so slow.
rips the emperor's robe.
rumbles on the heartbeats of billions.
remembers, and says, no more.
over the rainbow
frozen
in this moment,
before the floodgates
of inevitability
and love.
why must it always hurt
so
much?
Desculpa
i am but
a son
of
the sun,
so full
of fire
and,
love,
yet I thirst
for your
golden,
silver,
or fiery
rise,...
i thirst,
my midnight lover, always
for you.
whispers linger in this darkness,
steeped in shadow.
seeking to fly free,
free as the swallow.
i love you...
who hear this song.
if not,
the reckoning calls.

Fuck You Moon
humbled by mendacity,
and
fear
i wait here.....
i wait
for your light
to remind
me
of
my might.
swaddled with booze,
boobs, drugs,
and fear,
I wait...
I always wait,
to hear your tears.
please,
let
me
again see the King within.
please
fuck off
and let the remembering begin.
moon so fickle, and now she’s a sickle
i wait
for you, under
cloud littered skies.
i wait,
listening to how Owl flies.
we were to dance,
you and I
until the duende whispered
a final goodbye.
but now
we wait
until that time comes again
when you steal so much fire
from your starry friend,
to light the way for mystery and lore
to crawl through the hedge, and through my front door.
listen
listen,
to the shadow
wrapped
'round your heart,
and know
you were not alone.
lost winds race
across these hills,
seeking
the familiar, and
finding
what was left behind.
I used to dance
on raindrops, and the
soft
jasmine breeze,
whispering with spiders
and chatting with bees.
Now,
there is only...me
idiots and assholes
i don't know why
you're so surprised
by this steady rise of
plunderers and crooks-
it ain't nothing new,
so don't act all shook.
since before your great grandaddy was born
so many babies were savagely torn,
from their mother's tit
just to be sold or
shoved onto a spit, or
stomped under jackbooted heel,
because idiots and assholes don't know how to feel.
Fuck 'em
with sword and a clenched fist.
Fuck 'em,
get more than a little pissed
off at their bullshit, and Lily-White fear,
and lies that rot inside your ear.
fuck revolutions
fuck singing your songs
hate begets hate
so kill them with love...
let the loving mercy of a 12 gauge to the head
be that kneeling hypocrite's fresh daily bread.
fuck 'em
and go get yourself a gun.
damn!
step willingly
into the calm, and
you
may catch glimpse
of the shadow
swirling within.
feed that darkness
and feel
your fire burn
bright.
