Category: In Vino….

you look so fine

~ nomisyar 
traipsing through the treeline...
gliding
with such grace....
or
was that me?


the hearth beckons,
cackling songs of last winter:
lovers' vows of the succour to come...
but i yearn
yet
to touch your ghostly presence
feeling
along my skin in the darkness.


are you ready?

Fuck You Moon

~ nomisyar 
humbled by mendacity,
and
fear
i wait here.....


i wait
for your light
to remind
me
of
my might.


swaddled with booze,
boobs, drugs, 
and fear,
I wait...
I always wait,
to hear your tears.

please,
let
me
again see the King within.


please
fuck off
and let the remembering begin.

moon so fickle, and now she’s a sickle

~ nomisyar 
i wait
for you, under
cloud littered skies.


i wait,
listening to how Owl flies.


we were to dance,
you and I
until the duende whispered
a final goodbye.


but now 
we wait
until that time comes again
when you steal so much fire
from your starry friend,
to light the way for mystery and lore
to crawl through the hedge, and through my front door.



listen

~ nomisyar 
listen,
to the shadow
wrapped
'round your heart,
and know
you were not alone.


lost winds race
across these hills,
seeking
the familiar, and
finding
what was left behind.


I used to dance
on raindrops, and the
soft
jasmine breeze,
whispering with spiders
and chatting with bees.

Now,
there is only...me





idiots and assholes

~ nomisyar 
i don't know why
you're so surprised 
by this steady rise of
plunderers and crooks-
it ain't nothing new,
so don't act all shook.

since before your great grandaddy was born
so many babies were savagely torn,
from their mother's tit
just to be sold or
shoved onto a spit, or
stomped under jackbooted heel,
because idiots and assholes don't know how to feel.

Fuck 'em
with sword and a clenched fist.
Fuck 'em,
get more than a little pissed
off at their bullshit, and Lily-White fear,
and lies that rot inside your ear.

fuck revolutions
fuck singing your songs
hate begets hate
so kill them with love...

let the loving mercy of a 12 gauge to the head
be that kneeling hypocrite's fresh daily bread.

fuck 'em
and go get yourself a gun.

prayer

~ nomisyar 
what then, 
when words hide
from the tumult
within?

where then,
may this soul find solace,
if
not
with you?

strong
secure
sure
&
sly....
the soul warrior moves in such a way...

such was my way....

such way is no more.



shadows fall
along this
way,
and
in light's
absence, truth
reveals itself,
anew.

truth forgot, 
in moments of pleasure;

truth forged
from the ash;

truth born 
within
me.

and so,
as future flees once again
through the mist
and the shadow,
that old magic finds
its way back
to me.

sweet words
fly once more...
from these trembling lips,

humming toward ecstasy,
to unleash the sacred
as purest profanity.

come,
and pray with me.