Its getting dark things are cooling down.
Clouds cover the night sky.
Between the clouds are openings.
Stars show brightly between each one.
In one glance the clouds look to be moving.
A silver lining traces each one of the clouds.
The light that reflects off the clouds makes it define.
Then looking up a big opening gave pause to my eyes.
The moon was brightly glowing and it gave light to the ground.
The moonlit night sky gave meaning.
The moonlit night has meaning of the night life around.
Darkest Night blinds my sight.
Breeze of cold chills my soul.
When day breaks, I will weep.
Because the Darkest Night is when I sleep.
Moon will shine by some design.
Protecting all, keeping us in line.
Power it emits beauty to all.
Time I love most is when night falls.
The day means nothing it isn’t real.
That’s because it hasn't learned how to feel.
The Darkest Night now that’s a sight.
The Darkest Night is when I feel right.
The night is a hand cold as stone
Wrapped around my sun - warmed body
It can make one feel so alone
And laughs at those who love the day
The night is a shady man dressed in all black
Who surrounds me as if he were many
He’ll greatly make one’s courage lack
And terrify those who love the day
The night is as quiet as a mouse
But yet is always seen
He’ll silently creep into your house
And capture those who love the day
The night is poised for a throw
His weapon used is fear
Our inner light shall make us grow
And protect those who love the day.
I am the salvage of the universe. The first fruit of heaven
The ear with which the great Spirit conversed, the silent song
Struggling with the heavy chains of the flowers heart
When night has nothing else to eat, it drinks of beauty
From the stars, and wipe its mouth with me. In this skin
Is where my friendship with the world begins, the grape of night
In the hands of the sky, the of seed blackness, father of light
The silent symphony of the stars, with broken wings in flight
The rags of planets dripping from the heavens' mouth.
Night to day
Night to day
Give us the night this star possessed,
When darkness holds desires,
For spirits heed the softer strains
That time could not abandon;
And trapped are we in this time of change
Where moonshine ignites the darkness,
But who shall light our path of tread
In a serenity of the solitude
I sleep in wait till daylight breaks
And dreams are dead and gone,
Until what is held ‘tween sound and lights
Enkindled the quiet dawn;
Conceived is not our lost intent,
Nor the indifference of the light,
But all is past when thoughts remain
In the sunlit beams of day
By M.Norton
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I am crazy
I wonder nightmarish dreams
I hear demons screaming insanely
I see troublesome rocks in malign streams
I want you to think you can save me
I am crazy
I pretend darkness is my savior
I feel night crawlers under my skin
I touch my soul with my prayer
I worry I will commit the ultimate sin
I cry when the night catches on fire
I am crazy
I understand my fear of hell
I say who is not frightened by a world surrounded by flame
I dream of witches casting a spell
I try not to bleed but blood will reign
I hope I can stay in this asylum so I can yell
I AM CRAZY!
Count Dracula’s Blushing Maiden of London
Her long curly auburn hair spilled over her bare shoulders and brushed against her bare pink
breasts as she released her loose braid from the tortoise shell comb. She curiously gazed at
her nude curvy figure in the reflection of the gilded mirror. Her blooming image looked
much different than the night when the Count of Transylvania last woke her weeks ago in the
dead of night as she slept peacefully.
Already she could feel the burning and twisting seed of a restless blood thirsty beast growing
inside of her body. Each day she glowed with a ravishing rose blush, captivating the alluring
eyes of male pedestrians in the busy cobblestone streets of London who crossed her path.
Her mind raced and her heart fluttered when she mentally recounted his last visit. Very soon
she knew he would come for her in the mid of night when the blood orange harvest moon
was full, exactly when he was thirsty for more of her red wine. Her anticipation and hunger
for him grew.
Powered by molecules
which continue to strike
each other
with force
The evening turns electric
we are
transformed
into
something altogether new
Let's move with the flow
Change is the essence of life
This dance continues all night
and on into morning
We shouldn't waste time
on frivolities
Our atomic fate awaits
us during
another electric evening
as power surges
old verities
are swept away
with the night wind
As I lay here on a cold winters night ,
Reached behind me,you were not there .
For some reason you were out of site ,
I looked and your pillow was bare .
On that cold winters night I could not sleep,
Kept reaching,trying to feel you near .
Out of my mind you could not seep ,
Through out the night you did not appear .
The sad feeling of being all alone ,
Oh,what a night it became to be .
Reason for the absence was unknown ,
For a cold winters night absentee .
On this cold winters morn did I awake to see ,
Was it my heart that you did not adorn .
Or a dream inside of my head to be ,
On this cold winters morn .
Copyright Susan Martin(2008)
Just a night… simply another night
A night without thoughts, without love, without dreams
A night then… perhaps to hide
A place from oneself without myself from simply within
Music with a touch to chill
A drink to quench to every heart’s content
A feeling lesser or more then surreal
Is there time meaning more then meant?
Thoughts as light as it should be
Feelings to stray into the far corners of the night
Simply a time to never know there ever is a me
A time where secrets aren’t secrets to ever hide
Lost in sensation only within to create
Only myself to know my desires are fed well
Timeless into the dark of darkness never late
So much of things yet much lesser to tell
Just a night… never more to hide
A night in thoughts, in love and in dreams
A night then… perhaps a night
A place I once belong without myself from within
Rosie played the Hammond Organ at the church
This week she left us in a real lurch
For Rosie went off with one of those vaccum salesmen
Who turned her eye wearing Spandex boxer shorts on tight skin
The choir director will be in dire straits
Because a mouse built his house in the organ with his mate
We placed a listern soaked tissue in there
Hoping it will stink those meese away __that pair
Now Rosie's husband is one medicine for insomnia and emotional pain
He's drifting in and out of being nearly insane
I heard some tid bits the other day
At the convention for women only what can I say
Well this is it, "Rosie's now playing gigs
At the "Wormholes" all night club where truckers park their own rig."
It's right next to those lunar craters
Where in their kitchen at night the vacuum salesman peels potatoes
That night they saw a UFO land and steal nuclear waste
And this was beyond half-past eight
When Rosie wined and dined her friends
She told them the whole weird story..The End..
Believe it or not your choice....
With a heart feeling dry
Another day has begone with a sigh
A closure I’m to forsake to pry
Only to yearn a night to feel as high
As beautiful it be as let be
Like blood upon fallen snow
A night to become, a night to see
Drinking liqueurs while embracing the cold
With music as well to in tune
Of fancy foot-works upon the floor
A neverending time to assume
To imbue with moments to forever recall
Innocence in clarity, pureness in tranquility
To cultivate, to activate, to motivate, to stimulate
Beauty in melody, musical in serenity
Of late to only await, of love and of hate
Perhaps the night has an awakening!
A night never for all to simply experience
And of times, they do belong in dreams
And sometimes even, to belong in absolute silence
A. W. Nutter
The sun slowly setting, time to rest
Praying constantly to find peace
For just one night I would be blest
Please God, put my mind at ease
Darkness feeds my apprehension
Wondering if the Succubus will appear
One night without her resurrection
To sleep unbridled from my fear
The curtains sway without a breeze
As a shadow approaches my bed
Petrified with a disabling disease
Her ice cold hand strokes my head
The clothing, she begins to remove
From her paralyzed sexual slave
Laying transfixed unable to move
A corpse being raped in his grave
Infusing my mind with erotic scenes
Devouring my soul as I reach ecstasy
Lips eagerly swallowing my screams
Mentally destroyed by her intimacy
She is the starry night of my dreams
I tumbled through the galaxy
Each night to find her
She breathe and I exhale her love so sweet
Waiting many, many moons for us to meet
I retreat
She sprinkled star dust landing at my feet
Strolling through moon beams
Total eclipse sightings
Waxing and waning
It feels so exciting to be
Drenched in her meteor shower.
Haunted feelings carried by
Wings of night as shadows fly
Drip drop words from pages then
Feed the fire like oxygen
Muffled voices through the door
Phrases heard once long before
Rhythm opened eyes now see
Lost forgotten parts of me
Black on white then white again
Ghostly paths to where I’ve been
Keys then press themselves to say
Things I want to hide away
Lowered hands at last let go
Worried worlds lie far below
Rising vantage ever on
Poem by poem and song by song
Dusted dancing leads to lead
Fast descent to slumber’s bed
Dawn of light and break of day
Melts the night mist fast away
But drifting silent to the floor
Are pages…as they were before
…Jeff Bresee
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