Author: nomisyar

I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.

Integrity Is

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avoiding the mob
even when your goals
momentarily align,
because
in an instant,
your destinations will veer
and your will shall be lost
to the most horrific servitude.

 

Freedom,
Truth,
Perseverance-
These are hallmarks of the lonely,
of the warriors,
of the angels who light our way.

 

find your mountain.
claim it,
defend it.
become a beacon unto the dark.

A Letter To You, My First Love

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when Fear’s cold grip first clasped at my chest.
you were there.
my tears burned and my tummy churned.
and we endured it all
alone,
but
alone together.

you were there when I first fell –
the first of many falls.
you helped me back up.
you consoled me.
we moved on,
together.

when my heart could go no further
you did not say to me, “it will be OK”.
you sobbed with me.
you agonized with me.
you stared into the void with me.
and somehow we returned,
shaken, and cracked,
but
stronger.
and,
we returned together.

thank you
for the love that you bear
for me.
I know it is not a burden
because I love you too.
thank you my savior,
my warrior, my priest.
I will make you proud,
as you have made me.

I am yours,
–Reflection in the Mirror

Gray

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Walking
and
talking with care:

 

Hallmarks
of the journeyman.
Or is it the weary,
broken
and
scared?

 

You haven’t seen it all
and you know what’s coming.

 

So where is the black magic?

 

The twinkle that tickles and wrinkles your soul?

 

Is it here?

Will it be then?

 

Best you slow down,
not to miss it.

 

Aha.

Source

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Go
walk,
find the location
where
you are
situated at.

a couple feet
a thousand kilometers
a dozen lovers
thirty-three years-
do the damn thing,
Just.
locate yourself.

Spin wildly
once you are found.
spin, sin, spin.
Life is the master weaver,
Spinning as She may.

Your Zen-Zone is fleeting
Spin when you can.
the journey continues.

Echoes Revisted

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A footprint in the sand.
Naturally my toes plod in,
to see if I fit.

Of course it fucking fits.
its my damn footprint.

Life is a maze.
The simplest maze ever
because it repeats.
over,
and over again,
it repeats.

Still feeling lost?
Yes,
that’s because
you’re an idjiot,
just like me.

Love me, hate me, kill me, anything. Just let me know it

no
NO.

Why not just love me?
Dammit!
just love me,
a little.
I think I deserve that.

or,
should I mount my Rocinante
to find another set of my footprints
and tilt at Reality again.

Tally ho my friends,
Tally fucking ho.

Call Me Present

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Because I killed Future.
He was too slow.
and
He was too fast.
He was everywhere
Except
here.
He was a shit.
a shithouse bullshitter of a shit.

And.

Actually….

I think he was a she.

But he gone now.
And there is only me
Here.

with,
me.

Shit.