Deprevation

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

TRAINS-A-STOPPIN, a slow twitterpation through time: May 7, 2017

Filed under: EL,MORE,What it is — nomisyar @ 19:33

(Gatwick Airport; Horley; Salfords; Earlswood; Reigate; Redhill; Merstham; Coulsdon South; Purley East Croydon; Norwood Junction; London Bridge)

slowly does it.
haste waste
makes
you miss
deer and rabbit
playing chess
on
a toadstool.

death’s beauty
reigns resplendent
among Spring’s
cheap nubile lushness.

and
a tadpole,
giddy with promise,
skips across the wings of a swan.

this is not fantastical musing.
this is observation,
scientific and sincere,
as seen from my mind’s
left eye.

I’ve fallen,
twice
up the tree of love.
then slipped on a ladybird,
or ladybug –or
a pair of lovebugs,
I know not –
but slipped
I did.
Distracted by anarchical
dirges to lost love.

No,
I’ve not my mind lost.
at all.
not in the least
bit.
I still see,
and clearly
intuit.
between moss and
river, elder and ant,
I see
truth and
I see love
sharing
kisses-
and more.

so,
take a slow ride
through the valleys of your bones
discover the old wisdom
you never
ever
learned.

Reader,
I love you.
but
the Universe
loves
you more.

 

“Wild Nights Are My Glory” February 22, 2017

Filed under: EL,MORE,Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 14:29

windy
trees
shriek of the coming
storm

that
is already here.

it roiled,
as young hearts toiled
for naught else
but
a clean
start.

but the tempest calls
now
vengeful
frightful
fearful,
of the calm that will come tomorrow.

 

 

 

Title from “A Wrinkle In Time”:
L’Engle, Madeleine. A Wrinkle in Time. New York :Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1962.

 

Clarity February 9, 2017

Filed under: EL,What it is — nomisyar @ 04:12

two souls
peAking
through
the fog and
confusion
of Life’s
many illusions.
lighting the way with
passion
inspiration
beauty and
hope.

&

Love.

 

flight February 3, 2017

Filed under: EL,Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 04:47

feather falls
from eagle’s wing
down from the sky
to
mind’s
eye.

from whence she came
I dunno.
but when she should go
I
follow.

unexpected
circumhappenstance
thrills
my heart exuberant
ly.

our first dance awaits:
tangled and fallen.
and whirled all about,
is this love, she asks?
(why must we doubt)

I rhyme with pride
because I must hide
anxious anticipatories.

I sing
to thank the heavens,
the Universe,
and
You.

iowa_eagles_aerial_fight_011813_0007

 

R’xit: One Month / New Prez January 20, 2017

Filed under: and now for something completely different...,EL,MORE,What it is — nomisyar @ 05:01
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“A man walks down the street
It’s a street in a strange world
Maybe it’s the Third World
Maybe it’s his first time around
He doesn’t speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen!
Hallelujah!”

(Excerpt, Simon, Paul.”Call Me Al“, Concert in the Park, 1991)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfBB2NG93-Q


Focus on all the beauty that remains in this world
and 
Engage with it.
Engage with yourself.
Engage with others,
even those who think differently.
and most importantly:

STAND UP!

“So I’m [gonna] need every generation to put your hands up
Cause you can only get ‘em off your back when you stand up!”

(Excerpt, Technique, Immortal.”The Martyr“, The Martyr, 2011)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x01BnN6B6VQ

 

Torch December 4, 2016

Filed under: EL,In Vino....,Oldies — nomisyar @ 00:12

                                 Dancing                                                                   

                                            with        

                     suns    burns

                                          old souls.

                     Dance with me babe,

                                         

                             just dance.

 

Who  October 20, 2016

Filed under: EL,Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 19:23

no one.
not a damn blessed soul
ever told me this road would end.

that everything just kinda,
stops.

Everything,

but me.

laying awake-
spinning,
healing,
falling,
waiting

in the absence of what never was.

illuminated by the love I see,
illuminated by the love I feel

inside of, and
for

you.

Yeah Babe,

You.

 

 
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