juking & jiving
your damn way through, but
stickin'
to the script like
you were bred to do.
life plays you tight-
this ain't no zone D.
but there are so many ways
for us to get free.
no matter
how
you twist,
turn,
or fade away,
home waits for you,
right now,
right here.
so,
walk your way
and remember
to play YOUR game,
and we promise
to welcome
you home
once again.
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
the great game
each
passing
beat slips
the wisdom of solitude
further
away,
consumed by fear, and
hope.
lessons
painted lovingly
or
cruelly seared,
all fade
under the silent passings
of nights inumerable.
a cold hardness
grants succour
until Dawn's
golden smile brushes
past once again.
Take Me Home Again
albion mist
clouds my heart.
I cannot hear the drums.
the might of my fathers washed
away in the myth of history.
I cannot feel the drums.
empty children, wandering
without soul, eternally seeking,
try to guide me through their hell.
they have never heard
the sound of the drums.
they cannot know
the sound of the drums.
the sound of the drums
that will take me home.
the sound of the drums
that can take us home.
midnight riddles
do you
hear
the silence dancing
to
moon's delight?
good,
then it begins.
The Stranger
home beckons
from distant
and
strange lands.
wild places lost
to memory,
or clouded in dream.
but nowhere
ever,
does he hear his name.
a perfect day
did
you
smell
today's promise in
the waning night
air:
crisply thin,
and growing?
did
you
see
the morning sky
wink
as storks skipped
'cross the ether
into a rising flame?
did
you
taste
the delicate pines
dripping mist and magic,
and memories?
did
you
hear
the robins, and tits and
crows all laugh
with the old chortling mamas
swimming in love?
surely you felt
that
tingling spark of
recognition
singe your soul, when the grizzled stranger
smiled
just for you.
rare indeed,
are days lacking
in such love
and wonder.
natural beauty
come, and
let us warm
this hearth with
the remnants of our story,
humble in the glory
of what was never to be.
the beauty we find..the beauty we hide
Love
It
All
Nonstop
(full stop)
to be free
crashing vengeful
against the whole
of time,
History wails fierce,
and impotent.
dreams fall
so gentle
upon the future, waiting
for you.
the call / der ruf
beckoning so sweet
with the wisdom of butterflies
and posies.
how could I resist?
so I answer
with love.
and hugs.
and a dog.
Thank you ‘Mina
——–
winkt so süß
mit der Weisheit der Schmetterlinge
und
Blumenstrauß.
wie könnte ich widerstehen
also antworte ich
mit Liebe.
und Umarmungen.
und ein Hund.
Danke ‘Mina
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