all the glitters….
no.
the cup you seek
is not next to the throne
but at your feet,
fallen
from hands,
weak with fear of
the power you hold.
once you are free of him-
of them,
of you,
of them,
of you,
drink deeply.
Author: nomisyar
I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
Falling
through
reminds me,
I have fallen before,
Yet have not flew.
because,
i was thinking
of
not falling on you.
Reunion
The cloud licks,
and
memories bite.
It is time
to
release.
Some fairytale,
and, the
same fairy Godmother,
taking me away
taking me
taking me.
Why,
why don’t you
want me?
I saw a friend,
or,
He saw me.
We are together.
We are so far fucking
apart.
But
I am
here.
To talk to you.
so that you
may
follow
your own.
I love you.
But I love
Me.
More.
Master
Weave
Burn
Murder
Build
Abort
Create
Teach
Frighten
Search
Lead
I make words dance
I make words bleed
Open your heart
Open your eyes
And in one verse,
I will show you God.
in the next.
i’ll bugger him sweet
and
slow.
I am the Master
and
the fool.
In the heart of a chil….
I see pain,
and crimes
that
even
magic words
cannot
express.
My soul screams out
mutely,
silenced by this very real
insanity.
You see It too.
I know you do.
And deep,
deep in your soul,
You know it.
Yet we live It.
we support It.
we perpetuate It.
And we hate
ourselves,
as we worship It.
When WE were free
WE rejected it.
But then we grew up.
we grew into our iron collars.
Jumped into the crew,
We knowingly accepted the lie.
So I say,
Fuck It.
and if you
knowingly continue
to choose it,
and to live it, then
Fuck you too.
the crush
When you feel.
Truly allow
Love to enter
and
Love to flow.
You,
are as
Nothing.
crushed,
into a speck.
Beautiful.
Stillbirth of a Revolutionary
Peace
And
Love.
and
Naivete.
We are all loving
souls.
Then
The first slap
of injustice stings.
But, its only your pride.
A small thing.
A slap.
soon forgotten,
and easily explained away:
Oh, they was angry
Oh, they don’t know better
Oh, I shouldn’t have…..
3 apologies, a flashy car, and a doctorate later,
You are making the sweetness.
Busted lip
Bruised rib:
even Papa’s Waltz
was never this fun.
Once your black eyes
open,
you see.
And you say,
“It’s not just me”
and you know
that this is nothing new.
And then you realize
that Mary Turner
is your mother.
Ripped out
to feel genteel boots
crushing the life out
before you had a chance
to breathe.
And then you know.
You know there is no halfway.
You know that they hate you
and they have hated you
always.
The world has come to hate you.
but
The world fears you too.
So, tell me my nigga’,
What would you do?
What is coming?
A Study in Self Pity
I am in the same place
again.
Searching for the same thing,
again.
I am feeling in the dark for answers
again.
Answers that once sustained and nurtured
now elude and mock.
Decide, Choose, and then Move.
is it so simple?
it was once,
when I was wiser
and stronger.
I want to remember.
I want to awaken.
I want
to not want.
I have forsaken myself.
is there any worse crime
than to abandon one’s soul?
perhaps.
But how would one know,
when drowning in purposelessness?
Perfection
It exists
In the dream of a memory
of that one time….
That one time
when,
when you almost…..
No, not
Almost,
That time when you flew.
You flew my darling.
You flew like a salad tossed
Angel.
So many have touched that plane
But only You,
or you,
or you, or you, or you
will ever finger it
again.
Touch me baby
It’s not yet time.
Touch me baby
Yeah,
Its a bit of a crime.
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