Author: nomisyar

I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.

Found, Wanting

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the scales have been set
aside.

but,
a thumb rested on the other plate.
-not the delicate fingers of fate.

so now,
my mighty flame is
but
a single ember
resting upon a bed of
sticky dew.

you see, concocting connectivity
takes more than magic,
or sex sparked electricity.
it takes more than time.
unfortunately, it even takes more
than a pretty little rhyme.

under a blanket of Fate,
you need Happenstance
and Kismet
and Angels by the dozen
roiling in a cosmic orgy,
busting the boxsprings of the Universe.

but even that orgasmic effort
will not turn
your heart
until
you see

emptiness twisting carefree in the wind.

until
you hear

starlight glimmering in your soul.

………………….

and a breeze blows,

that ember begins to glow…..

and a breeze blows.

Echoes of What Could Be

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faint
whispers
call softly,
like the night fire’s morning embers.

call to you,
…call to me,
call us
to share that spark,
and build a warming flame
-together.

take my hand
for it is cold,
but I know the way.
come,
let us light the winter of the world,
both night
&
day.

come,
beautiful
child of Gaia,
come and play with me.

the future
is here.

and it is ours.

Civilized

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past the
fresh turned up dirt
of plowed field,
the trees beckon.

beneath their shadow
lies the challenge.

what fears lurk beyond?

Moon,
bright and beautiful,
caresses you
with a phantom touch:
soothingly magical,
but
not
really
here.

what fears lurk within?

i turn,
compelled by the acrid
pull of the hearth.
to drink my tea,
and dream.

Shadow Walkers

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a time
for silence.

to disappear grandly
into the deep nothing,
that is everything.

familiar
becomes strange.

the fiercest of bonds
are slackened
by an ever errant wind.

but that breeze has a purpose,
and
a name.
a name without letters,
which peals like silver laughter
in the depths of your soul.

She
blows like a whisper,
and
She
whispers
like a shadow.
She
knows where you are going.
She
cares-
She
cradles-
She
casts you into the maelstrom-
with strong loving arms.

 

but you will be lost
to them.
even as you dance upon the starlight,
they will
only see you
kneeling
in the shadows.

they have not heard HER song-
or they choose not to.

she is Your mistress,
Your guardian,
Your mother….

Surrender,
and be loved.
Surrender,
and join her in song…..Surrender,
and be love.

bring them out from the shadow,
and let them dance
in the fire of their souls.

The After Party

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pounding
so gently,
knocking at Destiny’s door.
asking,
“when, when will we know
what this is?”.

the reply,
swelling up
from your cores:
“you know what
this is….
you know,

you do.

and so we dance
to the pounding drums.

we dance like children in love.

we dance like angels in ecstasy.

we dance like lovers: Supreme.

we dance forevermore.

free

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open
and
vulnerable,
the world
yearns to storm through
you.

give yourself.
lose yourself.
let yourself be ravaged,
savaged, or
ravished.

surrender,
and
you will soar.

surrender,
and lose your soul
forever.

surrender
and you will finally know
what it is
to live,
or
to love…

is there a difference?

Eternal Soulstice Eyes (a prayer for winter)

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through the
grey cold
of the coming dark,
closed eyes
see
only wonder
and light.

 
lost in the emptiness of
the long nights,
i settle before
the scrubbed hearth,
lost in a reverie
of endless possibility.

the beauty of Spring,
Summer,
&
Autumn
all wrapped up
within,
feeding this
flame.

such beauty i feel.
such beauty and love.

 
come walk beside me,
in the fire of my soul,
and I will remind you of the wonders
within yours.

 
close your eyes.
let us warm ourselves
in the solitude of winter.

 

Circumstance

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for whatever reason,
we find ourselves here
together.
wondering, hoping,
feeling.

the stars are
perfectly misaligned,
and our fates
known only
during the pause
between hearbeat
and
breath.

i care not for why,
or how,
or,
when.
this interlude,
pregnant with love and
gentle kindness,
is divine.

this moment
is
perfect
with you.

and this moment
is all there is.

so fall with me,
into the next,
and the one after that,
and every moment thereafter,
for eternity.