Sometimes loss,
failure,
sadness,
hurt, and
shame
bear nothing more
than empty lines,
shallow thoughts,
and broken
promises.
to be swallowed by flies
fat on swine.
Author: nomisyar
Entering My Garden
toiling away
and
it is now complete.
a space
to listen
to sweet
solitude.
a place to reflect
in the absence of a mirror.
a paradise of silence,
and peace.
Oh God I don’t want it.
But I am locked within.
I must forge myself a key.
scrawler-notetaker-whiner-artist
One day
I’ll be an artist.
until then
please abide
my overbearing pride,
doused in shame,
fear, (spirits),
and hope.
maybe
greatness
rests in all of us.
slumbering and
waiting
for the call to arms
that will never.
man in the mirror
take a look into your eyes-
your own eyes.
(mine own eyes)
and tell me,
who do you see?
(me)
do you want to
look away
in shame?
please don’t.
I still love you.
you left me in wilderness.
so long
ago.
but I see now,
that you left
yourself alone.
you were so alone.
so stay and gaze a while
and let me join you.
we’re in this together,
me & me,
together again.
come back
to the wilderness
and let us play
as one.
death is really good at helping me solve jig saw puzzles
I feel it.
where are all the pieces?
I don’t know.
how they will fit?
does it matter?
are they all here?
who cares!
but…
shhhh,
I feel it.
coming together.
all
coming
together.
Is this what life feels like?
I like it.
I’m not hopeful.
I’m not fakin’ it to make it.
I’m not “knowing it will be”
I
just
feel
it, and
the feeling
is good to me.
release into the flood
ushers a peace.
preceding
a rebirth?
it is so similar
to the calm
preceding death’s
embrace-
as he takes your ego,
and the cosmos you know.
I am done running.
I keep my little death
at my side.
he’s not good at chess.
but he’s killing this puzzle
with me.
Old Man
Bounding
Racing
Inspiring
Me.
Old pup,
I miss you.
Limping
Living
savoring.
Young fart,
I love you.
Time
Runs
Intrepid.
Embrace
Infirmity,
With grace.
Because
there is no
other way.
Older,
And
Cunning…
Your eyes have faded.
But ‘Gus my friend,
I see
You
Unfolding
Can you feel
the miles, and miles
of open road
and
beaten trail
and rugged bush
opening,
and unfolding
before you?
will you be ready,
when Coyote
riding atop Wolf
and pulling Horse
summon you
to convene with Eagle?
Are
you ready?
because they left a note
for you
last night.
left it at your door as you slept.
they will meet you over the next hill,
if you leave
now.
what
are you
waiting for?
Hard or Soft
Brittle and breakable,
impervious to
nothing.
I can be hard,
and be safe.
Or,
I can be strong.
I can accept the hurt.
I can accept the loneliness.
I can be.
the pain.
I can take it,
and return
only
love.
The choice is clear,
But.
Damn.
I don’t wanna hurt no more.
I don’t want,
I just don’t want.
Help
Me.
Tipsy Thursday
Dreams.
You have
them.
I
have them.
will we take them
together?
