Emanuel E. Garcia - Poetry and SPOKEN WORD

Poetry and spoken word by writer Emanuel E. Garcia
"Temptation of Adam and Eve" by Masolino, a fresco within the Brancacci Chapel in the church of Santa Maria del Carmine, Florence

"Temptation of Adam and Eve" by Masolino, a fresco within the Brancacci Chapel in the church of Santa Maria del Carmine, Florence

'And It's Suddenly Dark’

'And It's Suddenly Dark’

Night Air

I hear you from the high rocks

Of the desert
Your voice leans into
The abundance of the night,
The sky’s bright flesh
Jackals mill, a hawk
Swerves in pursuit,
Twisted feet begin a march,
An ancient bell shakes
Silently somewhere below
And from above 
The echoes of your 
Call or plea or cry
So sweetly crushed

COLD-BLOODED MURDER

The most efficient way to kill a truth

Is not to lie outright

Or beat it half to death

The way a hothead might

The only thing you have to do,

If you are cool enough,

Is take a little bit of it

And act as if

—A Deeper Symmetry

PROMETHEUS

Hers was a space 

That had no gate

Or fence, and therefore lacked the grace

Of borders and the fate
Of a beyond

Though from within
Horizons played
Like the deliciousness of sin
However long I stayed
So sweetly bound
 
And from without
An endless hush
Reminded me that there was truth
In beauty’s burning bush
As yet unknown
 
The wit and charm
Of my release
Betrayed no hollow but alarm
That one could ever cease
Upon her dawn
 
And she, I knew,
Would never grieve
The presence of an absent clue
Nor ever grant reprieve
For warmth

THE TOTAL PACKAGE

She was the total package

Looks, voice and eyes

To give

Whatever we could never quite

Imagine we might want

And more

We couldn’t get enough

Of her

Or didn’t know we’d had it

Till another curly coloured ribbon

Dangled right outside

The door

—32 Degrees

REQUIEM

He was a man of angles

With a nose able

To sniff a phony out

Within a hundred miles

A man of bones

Who had his talking points

Akimbo

And when we laid him to his rest

I swore I heard him bellow

From below that he preferred

The stems and thorns

Perhaps that’s why

The petals flew

As he was left behind

More will than wind