Deprevation

sopping up the inspiration, creativity and beauty from life's dregs

Rescue November 6, 2018

Filed under: EL,MORE,Poem — nomisyar @ 02:55

deep into
these eyes i see
everything i never knew
i needed
until
i knew i needed you

i see shame
&
pride stripped away;
i see a kingdom for gods
& goddesses to play.

i see love
i never knew i could feel
until i knew
this love is real.

 

summer’s end: letting go September 9, 2018

Filed under: EL,Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 13:34

air ripe
with dragonfly
and pugnacious
blossom scent;
sun
rains
fiercely
upon my skin;

like the torch
borne for love
recently
departed:
not so gentle
will Summer
slip
into
Winter’s dark,
calming night.

 

roundabout September 4, 2018

Filed under: EL,Poem — nomisyar @ 06:44

sifting through Infinity’s
pockets,
over and over,
and
over again, I find
you.

i find you
laughing.
and
i find
you crying.

i find you giggling with glee.
so much vibrance,
absent of me.

so
i find my own pockets
and continue.
life awaits,
without you.

 

Bric à brac leaves the heart no slack August 25, 2018

Filed under: EL,In Vino....,Poem — nomisyar @ 16:36

mementos,
receipts,
and
little shopping bags
remind
of a love
that traveled on.

more poignant than all the words
scratched to each other with love,
a morrisons bag
kicks me in the gut.

the past has passed,
no doubt;
but in constant refrain,
nostalgia digs
with the sweetest pain.

life
is
gorgeous-
The Universe, divine.
To have loved was a gift,
both hers,
and
mine.

 

Instruction In Artful Deviancy August 24, 2018

Filed under: EL,MORE,Poem — nomisyar @ 03:41

Slipped,
between
creased corners
of Night’s gossamer,

Moon,
timid & shy,
slips
softly

in –
which hour,
come,

and
gone,

shall magic
come
again?

wicked
wholesome deeds await
lovers,
and children,
and all that fall between.

Come
&
Fly,
my little devil,
Heaven awaits.

 

Wot you doin’ here Black Man August 20, 2018

Filed under: EL,In Vino....,What it is — nomisyar @ 23:32

meandering and,
sliding…
slowly slipping into ecumenical,
and socialist
perfection.

 
I see you,

Brother,
and you
see me….

I nod.
You nod.

&
we keep it movin’.

Life
Blacktastic

belongs to you,
and
to
me.

rock on brother,
rock on.

 

shiny & new July 23, 2018

Filed under: EL,What it is — nomisyar @ 09:43

A gentle pounding echoes
like rolling thunder;

we tumble
blindly
into the tempest-
together.

 

souls seeking calm
and freedom
through bondage
to each other.

 

 

so come,
my queen of magic, and mystery.
I welcome your mayhem,

come,
and sail
with me.

 

 

life loves
you
when
love lives
within

 

 
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