literary tomes and other works

[tzimisce1313]

okies... since my other thread that wasn't meant to be so much discussion but just a common sharing of works of fellow artists got hijacked into a political discussion, i've decided to make this thread a little more streamlined.

the spirit of this thread is for all writers, artists, etc. to share there works with the rest of us. i enjoy seeing other people's works. i also encourage constructive criticism and compliments if you really like something.

i am going to repost some of my old work in case it may not have been seen... i never know who has really seen my work.

thanks and enjoy.

[tzimisce1313]

your words flutter on silent wings,
caressing my ear.
your precious breath touches my soft skin.
words formed,
words of passion,
words of love,
words i shall remember everlasting.

soft gentle caresses of my skin,
a passing smile,
a gentle kiss.
a sigh says everything,
more then words can express.

such beauty in this world,
i can not imagine,
should be left untended and to grow wild.
skillful hand and warming heart,
tender and gentle care,
these things breed strong growth.
and what i wish is growth,
to create something withstanding.
a production of love,
passion and compassion,
beauty and regalness.

time will tell whether this is to be truth.
time will tell whether love can survive.
time will tell if love is true.

[tzimisce1313]

Her hand slowly trails down the moist window, her fingers leaving trails amongst the grey. A passion filled scream escapes her mouth, as she looks him deep in the eye. He brow furrows as he comes closer to the time of ultimate passion, his lips fumble upon her cheek as he comes closer to her. Her eyes close as she feels his lips cold and passionate upon her throat. His eyes close as his teeth plunge deep into her throat.
“So easy… Oh so easy…”, are the only words he thinks as the bittersweet coppery taste fills his mouth.
A loud moan escapes her mouth as she’s enraptured by his kiss, his exquisitely painful fulfillment. Her hand reaches to grasp the sill with all the strength within her. Nails dig deep into painted wood. Her lips tremble as she begins to slowly, gently kiss his neck. Her tongue plans out a delicate trail along his throat until it finds the tender spot. He gasps as he feels her teeth enter his neck. He replaces his mouth to her neck as his eyes close to linger in the exquisite pain that she also feels.
They both embrace each other for what seems eternal. And just as quickly it’s over, as cheap and tawdry as any back seat charade. He rests his head upon her shoulder as he slowly, drunkenly opens his eyes. He licks his lip, taking in the little bit that remains upon them. She slowly sways her head back and forth in time to some unknown tune. He lifts his head up and smiles broadly at her as her hand caresses his chest tenderly. He stands up slowly and her hand slowly slides down his body, finally dropping in to her lap. She looks up at him, eyes wide.
“Well, what do you think?”, she asks him, with a slight coy tone.
“Me? I… I don’t know what to say.”, he says, his voice a little strained.
“You don’t have any idea what that felt like… for the first time…”, she continues, her voice sounding more seductive.
He simply looks at her, his eyes slightly glazed in the afterglow of such immense pleasure.
“It… I… I most definitely was not prepared for that.”, he says gratefully.
“Come now, do tell me what you’re impressions were…”, she asks.
He stares at nothing, looking totally blank.
“I don’t think that it ever occurred to me what it could feel like…”, he pauses before he continues, “I mean, it’s not really something you spend you’re nights or days thinking about. It’s just something that you kind of have to experience for yourself. I can’t really say that it’s more exhilarating then sex.”

[tzimisce1313]

He takes a deep breath and continues, “I do see the validity to it, and God, just the flavour… It’s… it’s just amazing. But I fail to see how this is better then sex.”
“Well love, it’s not supposed to be better… It’s supposed to enhance it.”, she says in a deep breathy voice.
His eyes widen and he sucks his breath in at the thought.
“Uh… Um… Are you….”, he asks, a little nervous.
She sits there a bit and watches him squirm at the thought of sex. She breathes slowly as she tried to abstain from laughing. She runs her hand through her raven black hair, separating the burgundy streaks from the rest of her hair. Finally, after holding back for long enough, she busts forth with laughter. Not loud or mocking, but a gentle laughter that could soothe any soul. He gives her a nervous smile and sits back down across from him. He closes his eyes and hears the roaring music from downstairs filter through the floorboards. His head moves slightly to the gravely lyrics that are just barely heard.
“I see what you were concentrating on before.”, he says, slight innocent smile upon his face, “You… you truly are beautiful.”
His hand rests upon her shoulder and falls down to the top of the vinyl corset. He kneels before her like he’s preying to some ancient goddess. She closes her eyes and slightly turns her head. Her black skirts spread around her like wisps of a cloud. She looks down at her lap, he hands folded on it. He brings one hand to the side of her face. He gently caresses it and tilts it up to look at him.
She sees his face, gentle and tender. Her blue eyes look deep into his. She sees what his thoughts truly are. She closes her eyes as a tear mixed with black eye liner glides down her face.
“Why do you say that?”, she asks him.
“Because it’s precisely what I see.”, he replies, lips closing in for a passionate kiss.

[tzimisce1313]

lonliness,
it begins to overwhelm.
time alone,
apart,
away.
broken hearts,
lost souls,
waiting to come together,
to dance and sing.
to luxuriate in love's glow.
to dance once again upon the moons pale glow,
upon the sun's welcoming rays.
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a love,
a lifetime,
a moment,
a word,
a statement,
a sigh,
a kiss,
an act,
a wonderous feeling,
this feeling with you.
in the throes of passion,
i feel you near.
when you're as distant as the sun and moon,
i feel you near.
to hear your voice,
to look into your eyes,
to step into to that wonder once again,
such pleasures untold.
such wonders to yet explore,
our only bounds, time.
so,
let time throw caution to the wind.
let's explore all that there is.

[tzimisce1313]

A cold night,
Your arms wrapped around me tight.
I smile,
You smile back.
I see your love,
So wonderfully divine.
You whisper to me,
Such beautiful words,
That I only just begin to comprehend.
I see in your eyes,
Such a loving look.
Feel your arms around me.
Feel your hands entwined with mine.
You speak of love true.
You speak of moments to be.
I remember times long past.
And all roads seem to lead to the same place.
Some place beautiful,
Some place precious,
Something beyond all comprehension.
I look boldly into this happy,
Wondrous new world.
I walk bravely by your side.
I wrap my arms around your waist,
And whisper into your ear,
Words of love true.
And hear the same in return.
You are comfort to me.
And that is something I do not want to loose.
Beauty,
Comfort,
Love.

[tzimisce1313]

“You know what’s going to happen if we do this, right? Do you even care?”, she asks him, her voice becoming more insistent.
“I do not care.”, he says simply.
She looks up at him with pleading eyes.
“All that matters is that I love you.”, he says.
His lips brush gently against hers before he kisses her passionately.
Her lips curl into a devious smile. Her hand feels his heart racing within his chest.
She looks down at the floor. Composing herself, she brings her face up. Her hair frames her face like black pillars against alabaster. Her pale blue eyes look lucid, and stare deep into his. She maintains the look of innocence, of angelic beauty as she stares deeply into his eyes.
He places his hands around her back and starts to work at the laces of her corset, tied so tight that it would take an army to try to retrieve her from this piece of binding clothing. He feels the warmth of her breasts close to his chest. He feels the softness of her skin next to his. He gasps as her breasts encased in vinyl press against his chest.
His fingers find the crux of the knot. He slowly unwinds it with his fingers. He feels the corset loosen breath by breath. He runs his hand down the center of her back. He feels more of her soft skin being released from its vinyl and steel prison. His fingers work to help loosen the back of the corset.
She sits up, away from him. She smiles coyly at him as she pulls the corset off over her head letting her breasts fall gently upon her chest.
“Well, now we’re both half naked.”, she states with the same smile upon her face.
He simply nods as he pulls her closer to his body again. He feels the softness of her flesh against his. He sucks in a breath as he lets his hands gently caress her back. He feels her lips tenderly kiss his shoulders. He hears the driving beat of the music from downstairs. He closes his eyes. Trying to hide his mind from the imminent moment.
Her hand slowly falls down his chest to wind up in his lap. She lets it wander to the waist of his pants and undoes it as deftly as an assassin. She can feel the soft downy hair just below his navel.
His eye snap open once he realizes where her hand was. He bites his lip hard, drawing blood. Letting the blood slowly drip off his lip and onto his chin he pulls away from her and gives her a passionate kiss. His arms hold her close to his body and slowly lower her to the ground.

[tzimisce1313]

“Is this what you want?”, she asks him with a seductive tone.
“Of course it is. Isn’t this what you want?”, he asks in reply.
She simply laughs a low laugh as she feels his hands slowly underneath her skirt. His hands gently caress her silky white thighs. His hands slowly tremble as he explores the unexplored realm. He likes his lips nervously. He gazes down at her like a weak predator, Uncertain of what to do with his prey. His hands move up and over the mound between her legs and feels the soft wiry hair. He gulps as he closes his eyes. He feels that he’s already at attention for her. He rolls his head back and brings his other hand underneath her skirt along the same trail on a different leg.
His fingers slowly open her up to him. Her eyes close and a low moan of pleasure escapes her lips.
“Is this what you want?”, he asks a second time, slight tremor to his voice.
“Mmmmmm… of course it is.”, she says a look of peaceful passion upon her face.
He finally opens his eyes and looks at her.
“I can do this, I can take her whole. No questions, no worries, just pure passionate sex. It’s my dreams.”, he thinks as he sees the smile upon her face.
She reaches up toward him, beckoning him closer. Her hands grab his and pull him down to her.
“Do you want to be inside of me? Feel me all around you?”, she asks in a deep tone.
He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.
“I would do anything to do this to you. For you to let me do this to you.”, he says.
“Then enter.”, she says.
His eyes widen as he looks down at her. He closes his eyes as he takes the first step forward. A gasp escapes his mouth as he feels himself enclosed by her. She giggles as she watches his face contort.
“Dear God, such sensations…”, he thinks.
She licks her lips slowly then pierces her bottom lip with her teeth. She licks the blood away with her greedy tongue. Her eyes close as a good thrust brings her one step closer to pleasure.
He leans his head in to lick her neck all they way up to her lips. Her head tilts back as the throes of passion starts to take her. A deep moan escapes her lips as she feels him deeper within her.
“I haven’t felt this good in… I don’t know how long…”, she thinks as she closes her eyes..
He closes his eyes as he feels her, warm around him. He grunts as he tries to work harder, plunging in deeper.
She lets loose a deep moan; a moan that sounds like a million nights of longing and solitude. Her passions ignite as she feels him within her. She closes her eyes as her body begins to melt into his.
He throws his head back as he feels her body give to his steady rhythm. He grunts and groans, his own passions driving him further and further. His hands press deeply into her back. He digs his nails in, drawing blood.
She gasps as the pain shoots through her, igniting every nerve in her body. She screams loudly as she moves with his steady motion, in and out. She wraps her arms around him and scratches him with her claw-like nails. She feels his flesh easily give way and the blood well up at her fingertips.
She brings her arms around again and licks his blood off of her fingers, slowly, seductively. She relishes in the bitter iron and sweet taste of it. The last finger lingers in her mouth and she bites it hard. She slowly takes it out to see her blood welling up. She places it into his mouth. He takes the finger greedily. He sucks on it as if it were the finest wine, like water after spending an eternity in the desert. He feels it burn its way down his throat. It feels so alive, so much more then what he’s used to. He closes his eyes tightly.

[philosopher]

Thanks for re-starting the thread, tzmisce1313. I like the re-posting of some things to give readers a start.

One of the things from the old thread that I'd like to include to contribute to the mood is a post from Last Real Burner:

Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2004 10:25 am    Post subject: I wish....
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Love was undying,
life was unknowing,
death was uncertain,
friends were everlasting.


"My heart is the eyes I see with."
rabbinacally,
mr smith
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I hope that was OK with mr smith.

[Rabbi Dali Rick]

{blush}

of course it's alright, how could it not be. thank you, philosopher.

I dreamed the perfect lulaby,
In perfect color pictures,
one green, one blue,
with no apparent favor,
in a most remarkably amusing way,
I gave no thought to note or ledger,
No beat to suffer through,
I dreamed the perfect lulaby,
And that lulaby was you

eternally yours,
the rebbi

[tzimisce1313]

Another day,
The sun sets.
What was once beautiful,
Has now grown dull with misuse.
Such wonderful times were met in each other's arms,
To be met with despair.
The laughter has turned to tears,
The love slowly transforms to hate.
And I feel left behind,
Alone,
Afraid,
And utterly spent.

[Zephryus]

Ouch. That resonated.

[DVD Burner]

Ouch. That resonated.

An acurate description of my day too on eplaya.

[tzimisce1313]

Ouch. That resonated.

An acurate description of my day too on eplaya.

well, thank you. i guess i just recieved a writer's greatest compliment.

*blush*

[Patience]

Visiting The Buddhist Center, Part One

My buttocks slapped firmly
against the same porcelain crescent
where the Lama craps every day.
The Dharma is everywhere.

[Patience]

Visiting the Buddhist Center, Part Two

Quietly fucking
behind Tibetan curtains,
gold urns on the altar,
shaking.

Upstairs, the Lama
quietly pacing
in preparation for the night's rest.

Who owns
those low and secret moans?
My cock, your pussy,
our sex is prayer--

This is Buddha-nature.

[phoenix13]

you look at me,
so sheepishly.
your eyes dart away.
your nervousness,
so apparent.
and all i want to do is to take you hand and say it's ok.
but this is how it needs to be.
this is what you wanted.
and though this cuts right to the bone,
my feelings still go undaunted.
then when you see the truth for what it is,
you realize all that has been put on the line.
you come back with a wistfull smile,
and quietly say, "be mine".
i will smile back,
with all the warmth of the sun.
i will look into your eyes,
to let you know that what i feel is not gone.

[phoenix13]

Your smile to me,
It speaks of wants,
Wishes,
Desires.
It tells me your dreams,
And makes me want to give you the same in return.
You look at me,
And I see in your eyes,
The same wants,
Wishes,
Dreams.
Your eyes,
They make me smile,
They make my soul sing.
And to see those same words,
Same promises…
It is of greater reward.
Reward for the work,
Burning in the flames,
And to soar above,
On burning wings,
Into the unseen future.

[Don Muerto]

Freedom

You wake,
And looking down your arm to where she used to lay
You think:
There used to be more to morning
You rise,
Cold feet on colder tile lead you to that wry smile in the mirror.

[Last Real Burner]

In my Discreet Box

I am sitting in my Discreet Box,
You are there, Smiling, waving,
A hand moving gently,
Resting, on my discreet little box.
And yes I am there, declining but relaxing,
unwilling to be anywhere, but my
discreet little box,
Why must you question what I say,
You are there beside me knocking, on my
discreet little box.
It's so small, so hard to let others in
Maybe next week, I can squeeze you in, to my
dscreet litte box.


the rebbi

[samtzu]

Burst Rock

The fact of light
fragmented, compressed refractions,
pressed to darkness, slow
thinking at the speed of stone
grey, tumbled down over centuries
frozen weavings of arrest
arrested learnings of this:
space=time
time=prisoner
shelves, selves, layered,
stratis, status, layered

I am a prisoner of light.

Nature is no less a sculptor
than Rodin or Michaelangelo
simply because she carves with fingers
far more extensive and complex than theirs
a sunset is a pointillist statement
rendered in microscopic dust and light
trillions of trillions of particles
dancing and weaving

I am a prisoner of dust.

creation is not a fact
it is an idea of action
folding fractals in multidimensions
creating flowers billions of light years across
and a universe in a drop of water.
the idea wreaks havoc on stasis, immobility
grinding the outward edges into more dust
exploding them into those sunsets we call nebulae
presented for contemplation to beings we always were
but have now disremembered.

I am a prisoner of Nature

Once we were not a We; we were an I
the I studied I and discovered We.
Voice, hands, doing, motion,
and with the wave of a multi digited thought
Space/Time popped into place.
Light slowed to the speed of light
and slowed further into matter,
I entered the stone
and exploded into Life.

I sit on the edge of Granite
a prisoner of I

Sam

[samtzu]

One more....
Nude Descending a Staircase

Ratcheting louder, louder, a ladder of light
Pressing itself forward, off of the X, Y, Z axis,
Breaking past the point of decision, acceptance.
Time is span upon span expanding from a center
Singularity.

An event exists independent of the observation,
even if we do not know it, and all events are simultaneous in singularity
In the fall of the leaf we see the spiral of our planet into The Sun,
The caress of a fingertip on the end of a hand
Is the screech of a steel plow from Kansas to California.

In her touch the great herds of buffalo are split
The prairies flattened, the mountains conquered.
The future rises up, hoods, turns back and strikes
Leaving history's venom dripping on us all
Piebald roses spinning a tai chi dance.

1910 B.C. or A.D. is not the question,
as all cultures are the same,
but why have they allowed that furred creature,
just fresh out of the trees, to walk across the savanna,
and into the gallery? Pity? Curiosity? Condescension?

The light breaks free of the frame and blasts to it's right
Through my eye, into God, blasting In small blasts
Throb oh throb oh throb oh throb
Odious to Joy, becoming………..

Limbs drop, settle, and stand upright,
Settle, stand upright,
Settle, upright……..
A walking beat across the Savannah, against the trees,
Drop down the valley, sunset following in her footsteps,
Painting flowers already painted, gilding the jasmine.
Strolling from hillock to hillock, long limbed…
Limbs settle, stand upright…

Upright.

Rough fiber, skins, torn, woven, torn, woven,
Turning, wrapping, turning, long limbed,
Curves patching light and shadow
From that which is pleasant and that which is less than pleasant.
The structure of Right and Wrong.

Artifice equals moral, natural equals immoral.
Impression equals confrontation,
Definition equals safety.
We define by stones, we define by lines,
I am the lines that surround me,
All else is ‘Other’.

Settling, upright.

The twisting, winding, crystals of our cells
Become alien to us, an enemy to fear,
As death and decay grows stronger with us,
We say that which is good is Good,
That which is not is Evil,
And enter that tar baby trap never to emerge.

Which is good? Which is evil? Which is I? which is other?
Wresting with ourselves in the form of gods,
We define, and fail, and define, and fail, and define…
And condemn that which is other… and fail.

(After Marcel DuChamp. To be continued... eventually …)

Sam

[phoenix13]

sam,

nude descending a staircase is my favorite marcel duchamp piece. your poem does it much justice.

phoenix13

[samtzu]

I tried to catch the same rhythm that is exhibited in the lines, colors, and shadows of that piece. But, as Willy the Shake said: "What do you read, My Lord?"

Words, words, words...

Sam

[phoenix13]

Words surrounded by a smile,
A smile I have come to learn,
To understand.
Words that mean so much,
Simple words.
Understanding what there is to understand,
Forgetting what has been misunderstood,
Reflecting to me,
Actions,
Thoughts,
Emotions.
Such minor quibbles,
Brought to light.
Speak to my soul,
Send it on gossamer wings,
Flying to the moon and stars.
Heavens invite to one so blessed.
And hold for time immemorial.

[samtzu]

hexagram 61

Your eyes swept left, passed over me,
the shadow of the hawk over a young bird,
pinning hope to the hardwood floor,
tearing my heart away, to follow you
into the next room.

A trail, down steep canyon walls,
basalt and brush, tearing, rubbing smooth,
projections, hopes, desires,
slashing away my vision, my hearing,
all other thought, but to follow.

Not touching wing to wing,
but spiraling up, down, around the point of stone,
back and forth, double helix in the sky,
apart, miles apart, singing in unison,
searching back along a track without passage,
without record, without trace,
without prints to mark the way,
and finding always finding,
the way back.

I go up. I go in.
And always in the centre,
Your eyes,
and my heart.

[phoenix13]

i'll start with the happiness:
if anyone were to ask me if i were truly happy,
i would say yes in a heatbeat.
as things fall into place before me,
they create this rich and full tapestry.
it's so beautiful...
breathtaking.
things will happen,
things will fall through,
there will be disappointment,
there will be joy.
things that aren't here now,
they will soon be.
the essence of true happiness isn't to always be happy.
the essence of happiness is simply to live.

[phoenix13]

The blackened sun,
It glares deep into the misty depths,
Which obfuscates all that would shine through.
The all seeing eye seeks,
It seeks the light of truth,
The voice of beauty,
The soul of love.
It blinds all from the false
And turns their eyes to the truth that lies in the soul.
Such wonderous bounty is to be found in truth,
Though the lies will paint a wonderful picture,
Truth gives it its soul.

The two dimensional heart,
It is easy to find,
Easy to hold,
And easy to fold into an infinite space,
To loose admist a sea of hearts.
Whose soul looks transparent amongst the heavenly sea.

The three dimensional heart,
Hard to hold,
To keep for eternity,
But the depth and breadth of such,
It brings color to the world so vivid,
So bright.
It shines forth in the misty depths,
And brings a peace unseen.

[samtzu]

Deadman Creek (Epilog) 5/1/99

Let's go up to Deadman Creek,
on a frigid spring morning,
when the browns are soft,
iridescent and alive with hope
of summer and the end of snow,
and let's chill our toes and tell
ourselves lies of love and pain.

A phalanx of trees dream slow tree dreams
into the insects that flit above our heads,
droning along to the sounds of sad cowboy music
coming out of my truck stereo. Let us stretch our
youth to the granite wall towering far, towering away,
receding into a continuum we visit like
the first amphibians on a post Cambrian shore.

I reach for you, and touch your scales gently.
You pull away, as you have always done, for years,
and years,
and years,
and always will for years to come,
until the years come no more.

Deadman Creek runs clear below us, and until the time
comes that we appear as evolved creatures at that distant bank,
my claw will always reach for you.

[Lark]

Ode to Chickenfish?

Sorry...