falling
and
flailing through failure.
lost
in the ashes,
…..alone.
WingBurst! and
Hope thrusts
me up
Home
to where i belong.
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
muse abuse
drowning in a torrent of calm,
i find peace in the chaos of creation
and,
life springs
anew.
what devilish game
you play with
me,
sapping my will
and
claiming destiny?
my very soul
sacrificed to your whim,
and yet
you
want what i have not
to give.
but it is yours.
Boundary
somewhere
twixt there and
near,
we meet. again
caught,
somehow
unawares.
mystic starlight bursts
on the edge of night’s phantom
touch:
flickers of summers past,
and glimmers
of joys to come.
the magic grows,
quelling the mystery
and fear. but still
here
we are, again
stuck ‘tween the two.
fueling this fire
of passion, beauty, and
wanton desire.
spark
fiercely tamed
by pride,
I come to you
for some succor and
respite
from the storm within.
wickedly,
shamelessly,
my light slips out -unexpectedly
and
needlessly.
and,
through these broken eyes
Truth washes away reality.
will you give me
what i
ask?
or
must i take it
again
and again,
like a chaste whore,
born again?
running
summer rains.
waiting &
unexpected, as
youth rolls on by,
like a bat, drunk on moonbeams
on a cloud filled night:
Unanticipated
& waiting
for spring
to come,
when summer
slips
softly
into fall.
Night Call
a sliver
of a whisper
draws me back
to you.
i cannot help but stare,
and the wanting
leaves me ravenous.
the wickedness
of this memory’s tangibility
lifts my sunken heart.
and the beauty
of solitude,
pristine like a perfect winter day
chills this fiery soul.
a day of neverending calm,
free of the fields of feeling
that hosted our summer play.
free
of the love
that fear sent away.
so in the corners of this night
I reach for you
with these words,
but the darkness has fallen,
and hope has too.
Babylon Blues
fiery banality
shines a forgiving shadow
on every darkened soul.
dem lights so pretty
in this wicked ole city,
but i want
more.
Pushing It
crushed moisture screams for release:
tears of deceit flow endlessly.
nonsense & happenstance dance naked in the dark
and a new day begins,
wrapped in the memory of all the days to come.
Guts
fluttering down
upon your forehead-
like a promiscuous butterfly
seeking soul nectar.
or,
flowing freely from the heart
after rhapsodic wrestlings
with your perfect Muse,
soaring to the depths of wildest abandon.
or,
sore from the kicks,
and heaving from exhaustion,
Inspiration belches
forth from a weeping gut-
ready to spin beauty from the void within.
dreamtalker
Fog and river
slide into the emptiness:
night claims her prize.
memories wisp and echo
through silent leaves,
singing tales of romance
and woe.
somewhere
out there, among
the whispers,
and between the darkness,
hope reigns
triumphant-
until sun rises again
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