Deprevation

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

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.

 

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.
 

 

 

smile with me June 11, 2018

Filed under: Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 13:27

freedom
means
your heart leads.

freedom means
love leads.

 
freedom means
never saying sorry-
to yourself.

 
freedom is not an illusion;

freedom
is
free.

freedom is your natural state.
freedom wears nothing,
but a smile..

 

-may the wings of liberty never lose a feather (J. Burton; 1986)

 

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Filed under: Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 12:43

the caressing
cobwebs
of love’s fell reign
whisper huskily, of
dread fantasies.

yet,
there persists
a yearning
for the peaceful surrender
found
in nostalgia’s
sweet bosom’s
delightful embrace.

 

 
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