Deprevation

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

Square One December 11, 2015

Filed under: EL,Poem — nomisyar @ 00:52

Hangovers and Pancakes.

Trees and tall foreign birds.

I return
to capture past victories
only to realize the defeat
of me,

in me.

Brazilian babes shouting.
Robin
talking to me
about shoes,
or clothes….
I don’t remember…
because
it was was Robin fuckin’ Williams.

Best day of my fuckin’ life.

But.
I am here
now

Again.

Not my best day.
But a good day.
A damned
Good day.

Love
Lust
Life…
MEAT.

All fighting inside of me.

All
Losing.

But

I

Win,
when I submit.
to you.

 

who February 21, 2018

Filed under: EL,Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 08:12

do u see?

who
are
u?

do
u
feel
the
power,

of

Who
You
Are?

lost
sheep
&
sly jackals
nibble
and
munch
at your soul.

but there is
more to give,
always,
much more.

Who are you,
but
more
than
yesterday?

 

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little February 19, 2018

Filed under: Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 06:50

eyes bereft
of blinding terror,
heart filled
with emptiness:
because
you
are near.

saftey
in
solitude:
a most welcome lie.
yet
true when it comes
to you.

where
is the wisdom of youth?

where
am
i?

 

Toad Wisdom February 12, 2018

Filed under: What it is — nomisyar @ 14:48

when waiting
for feelings
feels an
eternity,
then
be
the feelings
that
you
are.

 

Winter February 8, 2018

Filed under: In Vino....,Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 00:20

Content delight
found
in your light
brings
me
down

down

down

deeper
into the warm
mystery of
me.

but,
I want,
to fly.

 

Who February 6, 2018

Filed under: Poem,What it is — nomisyar @ 07:31

gentle and forgiving,
Life
finds the way
to
take you
home.

surrender
to the tempest around
and drown
in
the
silence within.

there
you may find
me.

 

mystic yearning February 1, 2018

Filed under: What it is — nomisyar @ 06:55

gods

dead, missing.
abentee.

lonely we wander,
and
desperately we wonder
if there is
magic in the
twinkle
of a distant
sun;
if the moon
loves.

out and
beyond we seek
ad infinitum.

my cauldron
burns
infernal,
internal
&
eternal

 

home January 30, 2018

Filed under: Poem,The Daily D,What it is — nomisyar @ 08:57

breezing
through all
the mondays, and
saturdays too.
a human slinky
walking life’s
cogs and gears.

cushiony hands
perfumed and preened
the good earth left
barren and
alone.

a time
for an
exodus,
to
genesis.

a time
lost
to dreams
and words.

a time
claimed
by the brave
and the strong.

our time.

our time right now.

 

 
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