tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42016777361895378082012-02-16T16:08:42.153-05:00"It is not my mind that resists me, yet that I resist my mind; even in this I fail so beautifully." --WalaffaiJava Bumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14830074703589337863noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201677736189537808.post-65256407363944672392009-05-02T23:48:00.001-04:002009-05-02T23:55:34.997-04:00

The red cloud hung over the sky like a bleeding mist, perpetuating the groaning torment of the eons all drawn into one semi-solid form. The lies and misdeeds swelling like a womb.I stood there, black as black, a shadow cast in iron doubt. I was the warrior whisper, armored by those whispers I had lain with.I stood there on a barren field of empty rock and dirt, dust still hovering where my feet

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Within the confines of the tent, there was a sense of death and rot to the place that made me recoil, and as I did, I saw her. The shell of of my love. Nothing more than a barren husk that jerked and spasmed and screamed with hollow, hollow eyes.My entire body went rigid.The sun of my light snuffed, lit, and exploded out in a destructive sphere.I remember skinned knees, blank eyes, and a touch

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There was blood and bone in that barren room what felt like a battlefield. It was a rebirthing room, angry with the contractions of a woman in labor.The hotness of her was searing to the touch, instantly evaporating all forms of disillusion and would allow for nothing but cold fact. The methodical touch like one would graze wood or stone was all I could give her. But give to her I did.My hands

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The sun of my light pulsed, dimming and drawing in on itself.Like a whorl, my two existences collided with one another and melted together. Drawing inward, always inward.A kiss of passion ended when he interrupted me and mine. What had been a promise of sexual brimstone and fire was gone now, like ashes choking out life, when he said those fated words."She needs you."Like a switch, forlorn was

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You against the door; whispers in your ear. "Bear with me."Bear with me, because I am about to just...let...go.Fingertips down your face, the one I know so well over such a short time. There is passion there, desire; there are emotions here, too, ones that you know. Ahhh, can't you see, darlin', that I can tell? Any fool can see it in your eyes.A kiss, soft and tender, so I may bask in your

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"Hush, now. Shhh...hushaby, baby. Shhh...quiet now. Just over there, can you see him?""I can.""Isn't he getting big? Looks more like you everyday. Acts like you, too.""Awe, I ain't so bad, am I?""Not so much that I can't handle. You have your sweet moments. I think those are the reason why I stay with you.""How'd he get so big?""Don't be surprised, hon. He's twelve now, almost a man grown.""Jus'

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The sun has just risen.The horizon melts away into a bulbous form that takes on the shape of a large semi-sphere just beginning to ascend into the sky. Green bleeds back into a whitish sky-blue, and then further up, an indigo. Cirrus clouds streak the heavens, awed and sitting next to her on a slope of a hill, backs to the way they have traversed. Molten colors begin to shiver with the haze of

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When it came to him, he was the kind of man that loved, and well. There was nothing he wouldn't do, come Hell or high water. But he was a two-sided coin; he did not contradict himself, though he led two very separate lives when it came to personal affairs and those of business.Those that tried to cross that very broad line he laid out were not going to like his response. He wasn't a combative but

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It was in that moment that he felt himself for the first time in years. It wasn't necessarily the fact that there was a woman next to him in bed, but that he had made a connection, something that he had not felt the spark of in years. It was a calming infatuation that loosened the coiled nerves of all people. That was a desire he knew all too well: loneliness and the need to challenge it.He took

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Finally, the time had arrived. Shut away in the rickety bolthole that constituted as an inn in that misbegotten haven, he could finally lower his guard, the facade he carried with him everywhere he went. There was no one left he could just be himself with anymore. He had a woman once, nearly ten years before, right before the rise of the Darkness, when the Cataclysm struck home and hearth,

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