Dreamers

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

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 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

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

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

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

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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

Anonymously Yours........

Blood spatter
Brain matter
Pinwheel wind of angry deaf wailings

Floating on discrete indiscretions

Wanna fight? Wanna Play?

Come and get me... you Know where I lay
Like a thief, you would creep
Into my bedroom, while I fast asleep

Treacherous, and I with this knife
One eye open, waiting for this fight

Our reckoning
Our battle
Our dirty deeds-
Our sideshow of freaks

Washed away your anonimity
With bloody hands of Glory's Gift

So here I await..............

In the grass, your lying snake-
Come feed desire

I can't fucking wait...

Original Poetry

J. Montefusco (hows that for ya?)

Hell

The tears I shed of hurt and pain
Like being left naked in the pouring rain
Drenched, cold, soaking wet
Wondering if you’re something to regret
Seeping through my bones,making my heart ache
How much more before I break
Lips like poison, venom dripping
Further away I keep slipping
I hear the words 'I love' day an and day out
Its those three words I continue to doubt
Your actions don’t reflect the words you speak
How did I become so weak
Always falling under your spell
Engulfed in these flames of hell
---Original Poetry by Author
Melissa Buck

Bodies

Eyelids heavy, mind drifting off into space
I dream once again of your angelic face

And the touch of your hand like a gentle breeze on my skin
Like a breath of fresh air I breathe you all in

Lips as tender as the morning dew
I wrap myself up in you

Entwined like vines woven in and out
Stirring methodically all about

I watch your body move softly up and down
As I stare into those eyes the most sensual brown

I stir just a little as you graze my bare breast
The tips of your fingers, like silk on my chest

The rhythm of our bodies as they dance along
Like listening to the most beautiful love song

Kissing every inch of you making sure there’s nothing I miss
The sun peeking in catching a glimpse of nakedness

The sheets where we lie are drenched soaking wet
Etched in my mind I can’t seem to forget

I open my eyes to realize it was just a dream
Inside I’m dying and for I scream
---Original Poetry by Author
Melissa Buck

Silence

your silence echos

grey snowflakes drift down and fade

onto hollow wood

-RD

Haunted

I've been haunted.......
Haunted with a burning ghost -
Visions in my head.
I feel one thousand hands and years,
collide within my soul.

I'm plagued by their haunted voices,
memories and eyes.
Their flesh is real upon my skin,
I'm burdened by their sound.

A knowledge and a power,
Too deep for my young years.
I've been haunted like
Cold dark night and
Voices on my skin...........

---Original Poetry by Author
Kat Johnson

Kiss

Oh, your smile did deceive
the fallen and shadowed youth.
Sun and Moon both taste like wine,
Each breathes a pungent kiss......

---Original Poetry by Author
Kat Johnson

She Sees Dreams

She sees dreams
and will speak of these,
with waves and whispers
in your ear.
And she sees
when we've behaved,
and cries for fools we haven't saved
And haunts me with
these waves and whispers
Speaking in my ear.

--Original Poetry by Author
Kat Johnson

Untitled

of the nothingness
comes rain
the spider kisses his web goodbye,
breeze pricks skin
its bite bitter sting,
whips against my face

my hair is soaked
drips in my eyes
to blind me

but I reach out to touch it
Never mind the burn it gives me..........................

---Original Poetry by Author
Kat Johnson

Sepia

indecision permeates a fine line
of wavering mixes of
complicated matter.

crystal silhouettes plod without a taste
for blurs of
cloudy bulbs.

tranquility passes without the trepidation of
falling between, a slip into
a grey unseen written state of silence.

rational glows stuffed down blurred bodies
seep out misinformed delusions
that suffocate like ivy.

---Original Poetry by Author
RD

Newports

incapable to escape warm kisses
saturated in minty madness.
the sweet stench penetrates the room
invading my senses with every breath.

I taste your tender touches,
raw remembrances that envelop like salty molasses.
It weeps out my indifferent facade
until i ache for you.

---Original Poetry by Author
RD

The Fallen

Driving
It’s all encompassing Blackness
As I feel my Mistress of Disillusion come to me in Waves
Through my Fingertips grasping Handlebars

A cigarette hangs from my mouth
The embers Nipping my Face
Like her Kisses

Night air Rushing Past my Ears,
I hear Nothing but the pipes below Me
Tapping at my Heels like Razors on Ice

I See her Now-My Evil
Dancing on her stage of Seduction’s Curse
Clicking her platforms,
Sliding down the pole like a
Snake Dripping Wax Angel

Her hand Pressed against my Chest
Supporting her Heavy Heart
My Maiden of Death Devour

Her Icy eyes Rolling Back
As I Watch her Distressed Angry Lip Bites
Feening for a Release from this Hell
Of Which I am forbidden to oblige
………..
I drift back to the Curves of the road
As they Weave me Back through this Wasteland
Breaking through this Sleepy Hollow
With Demon Speed

Bloody Moon Drops
The forbidden Fruit
Hanging from the Willows Weeping
In Silent Effigy

The Ghost of Her Transparent with unspent Fury
Leading me onward through this My Endless Midnight

In this, there is No Escape
Every Night we replay this Cross Affair
But still, She Beckon me for Eternity,
As She mocks Me
Dancing upon the Graves of Fate’s less Fortunate

-- Original Poetry by Author
J. Montefusco

Deadly is the Night

Deadly is the night…
She walks into the room, a freight train of indecision.
Exploding through my presence like a wave crashing on the shores of disillusions kiss.
My one and only.
Fierce.
And I wait in slow motion, dying just to follow the sway of her hair as she floats across the floor to a determined destination.
A macabre scene.
A desert of knowing.
She turns as she glances, reading me like a cheap smut magazine.
I am exposed in the moonlight.
My eyes hidden beneath the darkness of her casted shadows.
Her stare rips right into me with a jagged rusty blade.
She is skeptical of the blood pumping through my veins.
My heart beats faster, boiling with memory and cognition of what was once ours.
It is now mine alone.
She takes a seat amongst my fiery disposition.
Like a cigarette begging to ash, it is time to take that ride.
Defying me with her eyes she agrees. Venturing into midnights passed. As this beast ventures down a highway of unknown destinations,
She throws her head back.
Her hair rushes passed catching my ear,
Finally resting on a breeze that carries whispers between two lovers

locked at the knees….

--- Oroginal Poetry by Author

J. Montefusco