I wonder how it is you can bald-facedly stare at yr culture & politely pass it off as the way it has to be.

I wonder why we're offered freeze-dried remnants of energy that is no more & ruddy faced accounts of what never was

I wonder why we line up to cross their washed-out bridge,why we offer our last pennies-cents-sense-soul to the deafdumbblind moses, as if he could part the water, as if he could build a bridge.

I wonder why apathy & resignation reign as king albatross & queen crown of thorns..and why we could ever forget or ignore that we are the purity of lemon light,we are the sanctity of the shore,that we are the moon tongue-kissing the tide.

I wonder why I haven't heard your fucking voice...

-ROO.

GREEN EYES
 your moves are exactly right for a few things in this world
 we know you when you come, green eyes, green eyes
		james dickey “encounter in the cage country”



I have scars

To mark my life not lived-

An agonized existence I cannot feel-

An emptiness

   Shot through

With shades of gray.


I woke up this morning

To incense and flood and

A crown of thorns inside my head-

It drowned his voice in rusty nails- the knife

Under the bed still bears
 
My blood, and

   the smoke

Of his breath.


Now cracked and my pale skin

Bore an angry thin line-

A red and branded beauty
 
I cannot see in myself,

Barbed wire on a body I
 
Cannot touch.
  
My warm tongue

   on a memory

Or a dream, and
 

I taste salt.

I remember the way it felt

As the candle began to melt.

Now skin and breath are

 All- I feel a few moves
 
Taking over but still I cannot feel.

Quietness becomes

  his enemy

Listen carefully.


I screamed as the dreams

Fell away and I lay

Soft against black sheets, as the
 
Moon, as a bleeding star, but dry. And


The Night’s crushed velvet,

And the King’s dark ransom all

Tell me- I am nothing but
 
A fading whisper in a
 
Sea of pain and release.

 -Misty 
 
 Misty

I,Vampire -Suzi Lilith Morion

Once again, I wonder

from my dreams where I've been

logs of blood-filled ice

I am sucking life juice

Sweet life flow...

of who? & what am I?

in human form & yet I've been

so much more. Thru damned to the glorious...

The light haired girl is suddenly

in my arms, her delicate neck

and throat exposed to desire

Let my fangs do the walking

I chant into her hair & ears

running my pointed teeth

along her skin, savoring the wetness

of blood & saliva

she has aroused me...

Devastation

-Linda Fisk

Delirious fingers playing the mandolin

a burnt offering of sacrifice, to the trivial suitor

the innuendo parted, as the assassin obviously knew.

Corruption, reckless driving

A calm but foreshadowy

devastation, eradicating & replacing

Sardonic, manifesting siblings of natural origin

The macabra starts to dissipate

as my eyes are replaced I am whole again.

Delirious fingers...

a burnt offering of sacrifice to cover up the sin.

Objects to overcome, erasing reality

Nowhere to go, no words to leave behind but

words of devastation.

Alphabitch Afterbirth