whipped winds
rip viciously
through the spring,,
reaping warmth and sunlight from whittled leaves.
tired and hungry
life carries on
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
pull and push
surging in
retreat,
we build
to tear down.
bathed in the reflective calm of starfire,
moonlight sets
souls ablaze
with a cool phantom touch.
simplicity holds
infinite fascination,
so slight in
its profundity
that these realized moments
echo eternity,
revealing a truth obscured
by love's light.
and so we grow.
riders of the dawn
carving beauty
from the remnants of night.
welcoming the dawn-
possibilty incarnate.
generous, strident, bursts of delight:
what a wonderful world
awaits.
heart open
soul soon to follow.
to bask once more
in a symphony of miracles.
dawn showers
the depth of meaning found
within the splat,
pitter, plat,
pat of rain falling in the town,
slipped away so long ago.
profound truths lost to selfish wanderings.
a soul set adrift:
free
to forge his way alone.
free
to love universal.
free
from you,
and from me.
and the sounds of the rain fade back into the night.
in that vast silence
he finds solace in solitude.
he finds himself once again
free
to face the returning storm.
LP No. 46_2024_WWLRSD (Lent is over, so this ain’t a poem)
What
Would
Lil
Ray
Simon
Do?
not ask.
smile and/or
giggle.
Love Big.
Dream Bigger.
Imagine new worlds
and share.
Care.
Tell old man Ray DeSouza that there is so much waiting - as soon as you're ready.
Ask if his head is really so big.....but not really care.
LP No. 45_2024_respite
shadows of a storm
echo in the darkness...
that wonderfully vast void of horrifying possibility-
anything
& everything waiting,
out there.
waiting,
for
you.
drops of rain touch my face,
again, and
the
shadow falls
away.
a faint shiver
of destiny
rattles through the air.
do you feel it?
are you ready?
Ok
let's play.
LP No. 44_2024_reconnoiter with mtoto george
deep passionate words
of undying love
and unfathomable desire
fade
gently back
into a young boy's sweet
simple
smile.
remember him?
do you
feel it?
just a wiggle of a giggle,
in the corner
of your chest.
or maybe,
perhaps, just a touch
of gas.
LP Not. 43_2024_arrival
here
I
am,
with you.
didn't take that long, did it?
LP No. 42_2024_thunder
waiting
in that in-between,
anticipating...wanting...drifting.
for 8 years, naught
but howling sun,
and scalding rains,
and staccato winds.
Yet,
mere pindrops
to the ferocious Wonder
resting within;
mere shadows
of what tempests
that once blew;
mere memories
of the fire
to come.
and a low rumble tickles these bones...
there
is
time
yet.
LP No. 41_2024_wunderschön
free
from
fear
and
full
of
joy.
my lil soul warrior:
so fierce
in love
&
self
just
so
fierce
authentic
&
original.
free,
and beautiful.
my marley-marlz
theDeprevation 