We have something very magical me and her
something that bonds us like no others
by night we sleep in a wonderful embrace
we never move apart she is so near to me
that I can hear her beating heart

So close we have been
even from the very beginning
two peas in a pod
two lovers with the same mind
and by night she is all mine

My loves laughter is infectious
joy all all that she brings to me
I truly love her like no other
to me she is my soul mate
an artist a sister and lover

By night her eyes smile
she is that crafted type
and when we are apart
a little part of me stays with her
and by night does sing to her


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

That Witchcraft smile,
Like there's something to hide in
That Lovecraft mind,
All twisted and beddable,
Give me the sweet stuff;
Narrowly edible.

-Jamie F. Nugent

Visions rend me from my slumber in their bone-chilling talons,
freezing every drop of blood coursing through my veins.
The breath torn away from my lungs form a tortured scream that hangs thickly, mingling with the hazy moments between sleeping and awake.
Gasping for air, I fumble in the darkness for reality.
The murky panic passes and once again, I am alone in the dark.
Retreating back into the comfort of my bed I longingly seek the peace that enveloped me while you were here.  Again tonight, my search is in vain.
As it will always be.

The past played out again in such painstaking detail.
Uniformed officer marching somberly to the door with the chaplain.
Bearing a neatly folded flag, dog tags shining brightly upon it.
And the letter.
The most dreaded letter.
I know what it says without reading a word.
I strain to hear their voices in the distance.

Regret to inform you...
Killed in action...
Our deepest sympathies.

Unable to gouge out the sight in my minds eye,
I feel the last shred of fortitude drain from my body
The images take root in every dismal corner of my mind.
Replaying over and over until I am numb.
A cigarette to calm my nerves.  A sigh of momentary relief.
I think I will just stay awake tomorrow night.

Ha silly
How benign
You do appear
But it's not true
You are quite savage
Too bad for those
Who knew too little.

The warm summer rains fall from a tumultuous sky flecked with sickly shades of green.
Thunder rips through the heavens, shaking the stars.
Lightning illuminates the land and my heart cries out to you.
Droplets of water fill my eyes concealing the tears that fall freely to the ground, yielding a salty crop of memories.
I clinch my eyes shut against the storm and the tidal wave of yesterdays, yet I cannot escape the visions of you and I.
Each drop reanimates a moment we shared until I am lost in that world of blissful remembrance.
I lift my voice to the skies and curse the powers that be.
Screaming defiantly into the night, my body gives way to the pain.
I exist now, only as you remember me.

These words...
They traverse the fine line between earth and sky.
They dwell not, surface-deep in the dirt.
They be haloed not, as the chorus of heaven.

They're just murmurs that swim intangible.
Like reticulated wisps of smoke.
Incapable of materialising...
Or take definite forms on their own.

They only await to be carefully selected,
rearranged and harnessed into a jar...
Before being sealed infinite with a title.

Be quiet and still...
For you will hear them.
Milling and floating in the silence
that exists between your heartbeats.

Listen close...
For they are fragments of you
and the universe.
They're thoughts and feelings that come awake
as you slumber.

Awaiting to be selected...
Awaiting to be rearranged...
Awaiting to be harnessed...

By you,
the conduit with a pen.