Dreaming

Dreaming is the temptation I adore

Painting dreams upon the floor
Pictures in my dreams
So vivid and real
Shades of objects so real and sincere
And in between
I open my eyes
I barely can focus
The water swells inside
My eyes close
The pictures begin
Every one is different
Like a cloud the texture within

Dreaming is the temptation I adore
The violin plays
Each stroke defines
Like a whimper inside
Drawn along the music rides
Into my dream it plays
I’m focused I feel
Each and everything I touch
So real
I try to call out
My lips move
But the words they just lay
My throat is dry
The words are all locked
Inside drifting away
Inside my thoughts
The words just lay

Dreaming is the tempation I adore
My eyes opened
Nothing else matters
My blurred vision
I can hardly see
Now the dreams fade
Their fading away
I tried to grasp
Try to hold on
My dreams fall through my fingers
Like sand falling upon
Out on to the floor
I watched it fall
I’m awake and my dreams have gone

Written by © Malc.Johnson 2009

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mercsmoon poetry © Malc.Johnson 2009

Rage of the road

 

We talked gibberish
About nothing real
loose talk and then
We walked

With our eyes open

we smiled and smiled
We laughed together
Then we cried

We are all emotional

We learned value of lessons
We knew the score
Writing new words

We breathe them all out

That’s all in folklore
We twisted and turned
To place them all back
The pieces of jigsaw

Were holding some back

Holding the steering 
Let it all out

Shouting and calling
This road  
This rage
Has come out

Those horns of devil
I can feel them in my shoes

Walking its hurting

The cold ice breaks my thoughts
So cold and lingering

Just like a corpse
Dead and like lead

My breathing hurts
My lungs are on fire
I watched and I learned
As my car caught fire

Shouting out louder
I can feel them hear now
The wailing of engines
The calling of names

The men in the black uniforms
The men in white all the same
I felt lighter somehow

Maybe I’m dead

Floating out above

I understood

The talking of gibberish
The loose talk
Walking on pavements
The horns of the devil
The rage of the road

 

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Written by © Malc.Johnson 2009

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mercsmoon poetry © Malc.Johnson 2009

EVE The Vampires Tale

 

Eve mistress of love

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Forever in darkness! 
In the chill of the night
Hauntingly beautiful
Demising but nice
Hungry for blood
Hungry for lust
EVE’ Mistress of the night
In a vision of love .    

 

 

His hands made me quiver with exitement slowly penetrating my love nest , I wanted him and pressed up against him real close , I needed a man now having not had anyone for a couple of weeks, guiding his fingers deep inside me I beckoned him to thrust his fingers gently.

 

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Written by © Kirk & Johnson 2008/2009

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Wired IV Eve © Malc.Johnson & Lesley Kirk 2009