Dreamers often wake to sunsets...
Losing the day to silent admiration of perfect thought
The wind of inspiration felling upon them like dust off the shoes of gods
We are but weary travelers
Walking... demanding sweet utopian life
Our dreary eyes, pale with slumber as we wake
dusk awashes us in starlight
our mothers beckoning us home
one last trip to the candy store, cleansing our desire for vice
and now
it is spring that pearches us on the shores streaching toward summer
the trees bowing, alive with the wieght of their pregnant branches
another endless winter has surrendered
it is time to walk the path amongst shattered street lights turned lightning bugs
a warm wind crashes waves as the moon turns tides, and dances lightly upon the empty ocean
--------Original Poetry by Author J. Montefusco
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Spiders
Inside our loving cradles
And peace within our heads,
We never wake to realize
This cradle's a spider web.
Trapped within its boundaries
A thousand cries we scream,
We never wake to realize
That life is but a dream.
Falling prey to all that seek us
And fearing what is dead,
We never wake to realize
There are spiders in our heads......
-----Original Poetry by Author Kat Johnson
And peace within our heads,
We never wake to realize
This cradle's a spider web.
Trapped within its boundaries
A thousand cries we scream,
We never wake to realize
That life is but a dream.
Falling prey to all that seek us
And fearing what is dead,
We never wake to realize
There are spiders in our heads......
-----Original Poetry by Author Kat Johnson
(And She Was) Rivers Dancing
She stands along the edge
Of an ancient canyon cliff,
And breathes the fresh air
that whirls by her.
Smell of red clay dust
and sun-baked rock
Mix with memories in her heart.
She is old now,
with tough cracked skin,
Finger stained with dirt.
She hears the drums of lives once lead
Her peoples of long ago.
Where rivers ran, now dry beds sit
To run again in other lands.
She has seen how things
have come and gone,
Customs long forgotten
But the drums beat loudly in her heart......
She knows the Earth still sings....
-----Original Poetry by Author Kat Johnson
Of an ancient canyon cliff,
And breathes the fresh air
that whirls by her.
Smell of red clay dust
and sun-baked rock
Mix with memories in her heart.
She is old now,
with tough cracked skin,
Finger stained with dirt.
She hears the drums of lives once lead
Her peoples of long ago.
Where rivers ran, now dry beds sit
To run again in other lands.
She has seen how things
have come and gone,
Customs long forgotten
But the drums beat loudly in her heart......
She knows the Earth still sings....
-----Original Poetry by Author Kat Johnson
New Sun New Moon New Home
Zombies ride, gears slap in
Enter here, the Nitromare
6.9 seconds to infinity
Zoom outside, Baby goes
Night pilots blast thru space
Quasar lotus undulates,
Visions burning mean.
Cruisin' thru space dust roads
Cosmic gremlins fight below,
I feel it moving in.
Nitrogas, superzap,
Pistons snap, wires glow.
Fury must find its home
Evil Empire comes
Fight for life in black hole space
in Nothingness we hide
Commander calls, a javelin throne
Snakes thrown out like Mardi Gras.
Gateway into Heaven
First time built by Gods
Temple into space
Feel the ship rattle......
-----Original Poetry by Author Kat Johnson
Enter here, the Nitromare
6.9 seconds to infinity
Zoom outside, Baby goes
Night pilots blast thru space
Quasar lotus undulates,
Visions burning mean.
Cruisin' thru space dust roads
Cosmic gremlins fight below,
I feel it moving in.
Nitrogas, superzap,
Pistons snap, wires glow.
Fury must find its home
Evil Empire comes
Fight for life in black hole space
in Nothingness we hide
Commander calls, a javelin throne
Snakes thrown out like Mardi Gras.
Gateway into Heaven
First time built by Gods
Temple into space
Feel the ship rattle......
-----Original Poetry by Author Kat Johnson
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Haunted
The past is gone yet its silhouette remains
Like a ghost haunting my soul
Running in circle with no way out
Trapped in the surrealness of my life
Do I succumb to my passion or let it subside
Questions engulf me like raging flames
That singe my yearning heart
I let go of my discretions
And follow the winds of love
---Original Poetry by Author Melissa Buck
Like a ghost haunting my soul
Running in circle with no way out
Trapped in the surrealness of my life
Do I succumb to my passion or let it subside
Questions engulf me like raging flames
That singe my yearning heart
I let go of my discretions
And follow the winds of love
---Original Poetry by Author Melissa Buck
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
The Poet
The Poet
Blaspheming His way
Without Hope or Discretion
To what do I Owe this Pleasure, Nightingale
Your song Burning in my Brains
A scarlet memory
Where Lover's Wail
Sweet Passions in Fury
Searing Desire
Echoing through Cherry Blossom Nightmares
Swirling through this Ocean of Regret
Tormented by Ravens Scowling the night for this Prey
of Disillusioned Alcoholic's Moan
Deliver me, Wretched and Blind
from this, Man's Ruin Delight
Indecent Descending Angel
Tarnished, Sooted Wings
Never escaping this Orgasm without End
Fleshy and Cold this Harlot dreams Alone
Soaked in Sweat
Dreaming of Purity
----Original Poetry by Author J. Montefusco
Blaspheming His way
Without Hope or Discretion
To what do I Owe this Pleasure, Nightingale
Your song Burning in my Brains
A scarlet memory
Where Lover's Wail
Sweet Passions in Fury
Searing Desire
Echoing through Cherry Blossom Nightmares
Swirling through this Ocean of Regret
Tormented by Ravens Scowling the night for this Prey
of Disillusioned Alcoholic's Moan
Deliver me, Wretched and Blind
from this, Man's Ruin Delight
Indecent Descending Angel
Tarnished, Sooted Wings
Never escaping this Orgasm without End
Fleshy and Cold this Harlot dreams Alone
Soaked in Sweat
Dreaming of Purity
----Original Poetry by Author J. Montefusco
Monday, February 8, 2010
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My mind wanders and drifts away
Cant escape these thoughts
Your presence is etched into my heart
I feel you through every bone of my being
Possessed by a past that wont let go
I remember your touch,your eyes, your smile
Emotions overflowing
Im lost and scared my soul cowers inside me
Afraid to close my eyes because I only dream of you
---Original Poetry by Author Melissa Buck
Cant escape these thoughts
Your presence is etched into my heart
I feel you through every bone of my being
Possessed by a past that wont let go
I remember your touch,your eyes, your smile
Emotions overflowing
Im lost and scared my soul cowers inside me
Afraid to close my eyes because I only dream of you
---Original Poetry by Author Melissa Buck
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