Archive for creative writing

Over Coffee: For My Wife On Her Birthday

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on April 17, 2010 by atmaweapon42

I ask her a question so dumb
That I immediately laugh to myself:

“What do you dream about?”
She answers with a light laugh,

A smile bright as all spring’s
Proud Azaelas: “To work

With flowers.” A simple
Dream maybe, but with

Words light and wet
As morning dew on pink

Petals, she reminds me
Once again of why I fell

So Hard for her. I kiss
Her lips and hold her

Close to my heart.
All black earth’s gems

darken at the fleeting
Light’s rays and colors

Of her dreams shop.
I could live there with her.

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Four Voices III: Only Light

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on April 6, 2010 by atmaweapon42

III

Only light-

fails in voices.
Midnight static
Plagues the space
between
words.

Her chokes cry
dies amid
my struggles end
in claims
of end.

On floor lies gifts.
Being
And nothingness,
Condemned.
Her’s.

Sartre’s stare weighs
of lead
death’s silent seal.
Denial
mourned.

“I don’t want
to never
see you again
my
David,”

she says in seeming
sobs,
not wanting
to not
know.

Amora’s light’s
Rage
Speaks
In failing
Speech.

I clutch
My hands
Not wanting
To
Release.

Tears
reflect
An angel
Voice’s
Light.

Only
Light
Only.

AnAToMy of heLL

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on April 2, 2010 by atmaweapon42

I see
the odd
shape-

of Dachsund
tied in Wal-
Mart bag-

Resting,
silent,
In pond-

where
it was
thrown.

A Moment

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on April 1, 2010 by atmaweapon42

A Moment

Her white towel
falls. My blood
moves with force
of gale’s

breath. Our specter
forms drift step
to room of cream
tiles.

My hands search
the silk skin
as lip-flesh
aches

for taste of full
frame. She turns
and hot water
falls.

Steam’s heat clings
as arms touch.
Vise grip legs
wrap

clasp and lift
wingless angels
soul to heaven’s
light.

She moans as eyes
close and nails
grip sting
caress

the moments end.
Her fingers grip
my own as feet
descend

to ground.
Her face leans
Press to chest.
We savor

the heavy air,
and speak each
others names
in whisper.

Four Voices I: Auden’s

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on March 25, 2010 by atmaweapon42

Four Voices

I

Auden’s

Clio’s lips pierce
Flesh of neck’s
Shudder’s

rush as souls
chill flames
to soothe

my carried hell.
time’s river
flows in ruins

gaze, dividing
flesh of bleeding
hands.

Tepid walls
Of self kneel
Gorged fat

upon unknown
mercies-
fragile.

Doves

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on March 16, 2010 by atmaweapon42

Wheat rolls as thunder
slaps aging breeze.

Not God’s crash
in rain’s folding

rush and storm.
Man’s steal carves

the silence here,
and the smell

of fire lights
your eyes, press

ears to bleed
and ring when shot

blasts the sky
from Marlon barrel.

Brown bird splits
and dies before

ground hits.
It flaps, but only

in false thoughts
of flight.

Dad turns, gray
and large like Thor

and speaks words
I never heard.

“You are my son.”
breeze dies as ants

swarm the feathers.
We leave it there.

Tabris in Cantos: Ramiel

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on March 15, 2010 by atmaweapon42

Tabris in Cantos

Ramiel

Next the paw steps
with sink and tap
into the wet marsh
of Ramiel’s failed vigil.

He hangs in pendulum
sways above gray
clouds as wings twist
and tear in anguish.

“The dead lie still,
even when I call
and scream demands
to cast off the weight

of grave’s hand.
The fools shield
their eyes from God’s
grace and my words.”

Tabris ignores proud
fools, and sets
upon the skittering
rats, haunting Ramiel’s
defiant graves.