explosive
bits of
soul fire
rip
through the world,
carving up your
reality with
grace
& style, &
love.
rampant and
devouring,
impatient with
lust
and longing,
are you
ready to ravish
this world without mercy?
cuz,
I am.
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
rescue
calling out,
in need
of Love's lingering
touch,
Fate
& Hope remain,
lost to the terrible fury
of necessity.
a wild tempest of earthly delight;
leaves the pair drowning
in countless dreams,
forsaken
for the wonders
of the night.
eclipsed
losing
sense of self,
she denies her pale splendor,
and slips
away fearfully
into the night.
a pallid dream
wrought of eerie perfection,
and haunted,
by phantasms of desire, and
longings
of peace.
precipice
loosed moments erupting
into a life extraordinary;
miracles slipping
through trembling hands;
a furious peace washes over me:
the battle for love has begun.
Awakening
so called clarity
begets this
mindless wandering.
I yearn again for
the simple dreamtruth
and
fantastical wisdom
found in that wild place within,
where cruel innocence
and
devout desire
writhe together as one,
intertwined;
ecstatic.
sinking once more
into this fog of knowing,
i drown my soul
deep into primal memories
of a union more true
than purest oblivion.
finally,
I am free.
wisps of dreams, and other hard currencies
ensorcelled
by Dawn’s sweet calm;
enraptured
by Dusk’s fiercely muted roar,
i find myself here alone,
with you
never to be found.
the very air sizzles
in between the errant
glide of silken miracles,
and the halting flow of
anticipation and
wonder.
a billion
tiny stars
exploding
all ’round
in a cacophony unexpected:
lights and smells dancing wild
and chaotic,
soothed only by a soul’s touch.
stimulated to the edge of ecstasy,
the beauty overwhelms,
but, my love,
please,
drink it all,
deeply and sinfully,
drink it all, and
seek nothing other
than that original bliss.
a realm of knowing,
infused with love
and the infinite of
possibility.
familiar brew
sliding
back
into simpler times
when hopes
&
cares were
one and the same. and
i
see
u
standing there waiting
so i warn you of the coming storm, and
you smile,
in that way that you do,
reciting fables,
as you tell me to shoo.
my light
shines brighter
in the shadow you cast,
yet still you bask adoringly
in the brilliance of my love
for you.
always
you.
the storm approaches.
and so we dance
as wildflowers do.
under the midnight sky.
we dance:
twin fires
scorched by the wonder of the other,
sinking into
forbidden delights;
true souls lost
to
the bliss
of an existence forgot.
How could we know
the power
we wield?
we are young,
we are eternal,
we are.
the baron awakens
burn through daylight shimmer
to soothe Night's beguiling sorrow,
lacing
dreams
with sacred perversions:
life interrupted-
oh
yeah.
solemn blasphemies
twistin' in the air
gently caressing
smoothened hackles.
should I but choose
to
shatter
your shackles,
such slippery wordplay
could be spiritual foreplay.
a stimulating beginning
to what wonders await;
a tender body
with soul afire.
Muse Abuse
gently tangled whispers
twist caressingly,
and squeeze these bones,
fiercely tugging my reins.
foregoing
tenderness and
the usual sublime cajoling,
She demands,
and so,
I give more.
fortress
secure within
this flux,
this flowing
ebb of
infinitesimal moments
collected
Pure-
ly by chance,
i find peace
under
the shattered ruins of dreams
left fallow
in the pursuit of true joy
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