gentle and forgiving,
Life
finds the way
to
take you
home.
surrender
to the tempest around
and drown
in
the
silence within.
there
you may find
me.
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
mystic yearning
gods
dead, missing.
abentee.
lonely we wander,
and
desperately we wonder
if there is
magic in the
twinkle
of a distant
sun;
if the moon
loves.
out and
beyond we seek
ad infinitum.
my cauldron
burns
infernal,
internal
&
eternal
home
breezing
through all
the mondays, and
saturdays too.
a human slinky
walking life’s
cogs and gears.
cushiony hands
perfumed and preened
the good earth left
barren and
alone.
a time
for an
exodus,
to
genesis.
a time
lost
to dreams
and words.
a time
claimed
by the brave
and the strong.
our time.
our time right now.
putting it in
white
empty
void
as pure
and devouring
as the darkness.
and
the unholy
obligatory need
to define.
to spin.
to create.
are we
not gods,
diminute?
matches?
i don’t need
no stinking matches.
give me my pen:
kool
hand
luce
is in the house.
burn
it
up,
higher.
Pieces Revisited (again)
hallowed
&
hollowed,
what space
remains
but
the unknown?
back
to the basics.
back to
my roots.
back
to
me,
one last time.
until the next.
wordplay
an
old
friend,
discarded
until
dire
melodrama
creeps
back in.
a
light
to
pierce,
rip,
and
burn
the
illusion.
I love
my friend.
untitled anonymous metaphorical pseudonym
burning
gently, a
whispered flame,
sleeping lamb locked
in panther’s mask.
a womb of doubt
and
cocoon of
shame;
dreams deferred
to time
and to age.
then,
a sunrise,
and
a tattoo
too.
oh the great things that we will
do.
like way back when,
before the
bad
times.
Resurge.
a nation
dreamed
upon
notions
grand and
enlightened,
and
the scarred
backs of
My
fathers.
hypocritical living
oxymoron;
i embraced the
rough and
tumble of
racism humble,
“Casual”
&
“Light”
We
were
facing the
Demons,
together.
the original intent,
indigenous peoples
notwithstanding,
was intact…
For some.
the experiment,
great as it may be,
is over.
a new age,
we must (all) learn
how
to
be
free.
Standstill
frozen in
a place of
wonder and fear.
life whistles
by
even when your
eye
is closed.
open to
dark beginnings:
potential untested
&
explosive.
find this
season’s light
inside;
Hot and
irrepressible.
share the flame
of your
soul,
and
Fly.
Fuck Trump.
Child’s Eye
look of
wonder
and
stares of amazement.
dewdrop freshness
found
in a world empty
of dissapointment
and knowing.
knowing
there is
nothing original
roiling inside
but the uniqueness
of
you.
Wide
Open
Trusting
Loving
&
Honest
can
i still
find
this magic inside
of me?
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