little
drops
of
paradise
flood this peaceful soul:
silence.
bird chatter.
a gently snoring dog.
combining into a maelstrom
of calming delight.
life
flows with wondrous
beauty-
like
young lovers
cleaving unto
the magic of their
bliss.
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
All Hail
swallowed thunder
tickles these toes.
awakening
a long stagnant soul.
this furnace
feeds
on
life
and on love.
Truth burns
these lungs.
so i was soothed
by your sweet mendacity.
for
in that fantasy
i was a King-
and it
burned,
oh…it burned
so.
per chance then.
it is true.
These Tears
these tears
you feel
streaming down my face
were baptized in anger.
stolen
raped
lynched
sexualized
ridiculed
demonized
feared
murdered
shamed
and that was just yesterday.
i don’t know
if i can forgive you.
i don’t know
if i want to.
ancestral sins haunt us all
but your
continued wanton lust to
dominate
weakens you and
hath awaken the fury,
and the fire
within
me.
within us.
and all of hell’s glory
shall rain
upon your misguided,
twisted, and
vacated souls.
still then
i don’t know
if i will forgive you.
i don’t know
if i will want to.
these tears are not to soften my fear-
these tears will wash away the blood to come.
so let us tumble together
along this
slippery
descent
into Oblivion.
Wind Spirits
what magic
sweeps
through this cool
tepid
wind?
ashes swirl
and
fall.
breeze brushed
and
longing,
ashes trace
‘cross
lost lovers’
lips.
ash.
and tears.
crashing gently
through,
history tickles
and
unravels my soul.
ashes dance,
and I am home.
missed
though paths diverged
long ago,
perhaps we may yet shelter
in the comfort of each other.
faith leaps
from this happy heart.
to sink,
and
to soar perhaps,
with you.
unwaveringly fascinated
and
still
patiently in love,
with you.
thank you,
for this taste
of infinity.
hope
springs…
little promise: a love poem
warm
kind eyes that have
snatched stars,
and this soul;
a smile
pure
and filled with
life
&
love
&
sugarplums;
tiny hand
softly clapsed within
me.
joy contagious, when
the soul is
set free.
still
waiting.
a cup
that never runneth.
even birdsong
drowns
in its own stagnation.
something,
coming but
never here….
only the
waiting.
waiting for love to finally (re)appear.
waiting for destiny to thrust aside care.
waiting for hope to push back fear.
waiting to age, one more year.
flowing
through rushing currents
of life ecstatic,
still my friend,
i wait for you.
promise
mist slides
up my bones, and
a cool morning
hangs
in the hills.
dark wings pound
at the moistened air,
to welcome a
dozing
sun.
what dreams were lost
to the twilight moon?
what lusts lingered
long after a dawn that never came?
which hopes,
lofted to the heavens,
shall fall
to the mercy of small men?
eyes closed wise,
fire rises
again.
prayer
waiting
for you was never a chore
because you
were always there
next to me.
loving you
burns
like
24 year old scotch
whiskey
slipping under my soul.
life
is filled
with wonder and
peace when
my gaze meets
yours.
you
and
I
shall travel forever
dancing
together on
infinite winds
across the
wings of
memory.
yes,
we will know
eternity.
❤️❤️❤️
upwards
whirlwinds
of desire
rise
from these
clenched toes.
you
Have
no Idea
what ecstasy feels
as
it fornicates
wickedly with serendipitous bliss.
or
when passions
and purpose
join
in orgies of
tittilatory and
anticipatory worship.
are you asleep?
perhaps.
beauty rains
her love upon these waiting
lips.
and i hunger for
more.
are you still waiting?
sorry,
we’re gone.
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