Deprevation

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

Apology: the scattered ravings of a lost warrior January 4, 2019

Filed under: EL,MORE,What it is — nomisyar @ 12:34

never skurred
&
never feared

 
unashamed,
unabashed,
unyielding, and
true.


my face
my eyes
my skin….
can’t change;
won’t change;
don’t wanna change.


who are
you
but a ghostly imprint
of a culture corrupted,
and forsaken,
and misguided.
irreverent
and
lost.

a little lost
nappyheaded negro,
rejected
marginalized
and maligned
connects greedily
to the loving earth
and all her richness:
herstory
my mother.


love mama.


not
giving
Gaia
golden showers:
your way
is
not
the way.

what do you love?
what do you
respect?
where is your soul?

my world is sacred
but
you, and
your death worship
embodies the profane.
even Lucifer held love
in his
prideful heart.
you would burn it all,
including yourself,
to oblivion.

I love
and for that I do not apologize.



Love Truly Forgives
&
True Souls Love
&
Soulful Lovemaking Climaxes True



Truth
is
Love
&
I love u

come rebuild
a world
of love
with me.

but
beware
all soulless fiends
that would steal
my joy,
and deride Her beauty:

I will fight you,
for real


 

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.

 

listen October 21, 2018

Filed under: MORE,Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 20:12

silence calls to me
and
a gentle stirring
rolls
in my chest.

 

coy laughter
and a shy smile
harmonize quietly
in my surrender

 

lost in this symphony
of love
are memories
of sweet release.

 

my gorgeous Muse,
I’ve found you again
in my solitude.

 

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.

 

Liberty, like Love, needs no story July 4, 2018

Filed under: EL,MORE,Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 09:52

Liberty, like Love, needs no story

 

free
me
from the tyranny
of self-doubt.

 

 

from the oppression
of my ignorance.

 

 

liberate me
from the illiteracy
of my roots,
and
I will
set
you
free from your fear.

 

 

I will disabuse you
of your terror.

 

you will know
that I
am your salvation.

 

you will know
that my freedom
represents the end
of history,
and
the start
of
the now.
 

I am as free as I choose to be.
no law
no country
no god
can enslave me.
no,
not even you.
 

my independence day was the day I was born.
don’t try to prove me wrong.
just,
don’t.
 

 

 

MyMoonMakesMagic July 7, 2017

Filed under: MORE,Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 21:48

slow and swift, she screeches haltingly across the purple black sky
oh,
oh my.
a beauty for the ages,
light
so
radiant and
demure.
She invites us to stare, and we are
lost in her charms.

 
She
Is
Gorgeous.

 
Midummer’s
moonlit
magical
maidens dance in the fury of
her calm
bewitching
way.
she
is
earth’s
radiant love for
you,
my child,
for you.

 

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.

 

 
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