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Compliments of Melissa

This is just my little "corner" where I can voice my feelings. I love cemeteries and try to visit quite a few of them. I love the history and I am intrigued by the art work on the stones. I sometimes feel the sadness that just hangs in the air. I take lots of pictures and would love to share some of them with you. Most of my trips to the cemeteries are not "ghost hunts" but as a true hunter will do, I always bring the voice recorder and camera. You never know when it might become an investigation!!! Now CT is full of old and beautiful cemeteries and I have only visited a handful so I can't wait to get going and see what the ol' hallowed grounds have for me to discover...



New to this section... Poems by Melissa

Coming soon...original poetry by Melissa.



Steady comes the Beast

STEADY COMES THE BEAST



The words are black, the paper white, the answers fade to grey; a shot, a pang, a touch of remembrance, my heart, it slips away.

"steady comes the beast"

The world tilts, itís axis torn, tears of blood pour from a roseís thorn, itís pedals soft and worn.

"steady comes the beast"

The eyes so cold, no emotion seen, hide behind their patina green.

"steady comes the beast"

The depth of fear, the will of fate, the unholy smell of desire; as angels sing, the demons chant and blend to make a choir and one by one they crawl behind the ring of fire.

"steady comes the beast"

The serpentine of truth and lies comes crashing through my dream; as time stands still, my mind to wonder, then awakens to a scream.

"steady comes the beast"

Kindred hearts and tired spirits try to solve the puzzleís wait; but Hellís been calling, itís getting late and Iíve lost the way to Heavenís gate.

"steady comes the beast"

The weeds protest, the path so grown, one might have never know, but for the etched and worn out stone.

"steady comes the beast"

The time has come for me to go, Iíve found my way back to my own.

I found my way back to my home.

"steady comes the beast"


By: Melissa A. Good --- August 13, 2008





Never Trust!

NEVER TRUST




Never trust-

The beauty that you see, itís only an illusion meant for you and me. Not real, not right, not worth the fight.

Never trust-

The whispers of your heart, the pain you feel when weíre apart. Not real, not right, not worth the fight.

Never trust-

The spoken word, never believing what you heard. Not real, not right, not worth the fight.

Never trust-

The enchantment of desires, for one by one they will be tainted by the liar. Not real, not right, not worth the fight.

Never trust-

The second glance, the offer of a dance. Not real, not right, not worth the fight.

Never trust-

The you and me, your not right and so I flee. Not real, not right, not worth the fight.



Not real, not rightÖ.. Youíre not worth the fight.



Melissa a. good
9/24/08








REMEMBER NO MORE

REMEMBER NO MORE........


DONíT GROW OLD MY CHILD.
NO ONE ESCAPES THIS DEATH SENTENCE THAT GOD HAS IMPEACHED ON US.
BIRTH.
NO ONE ASKS TO BE BORN.
TO WATCH AS THE YEARS GO BY, OUR BODIES FLOUNDER AND FAIL.
TO REMEMBER SOFT, TAUNT SKIN AND VIBRANT EYES SEEKING ALL THE WONDERS OF LIFE.
TO REALIZE NOW THAT ALL THAT REMAINS ARE DECREMENT RUINS, EMPTY OF THE VERY SOUL THE USED TO DWELL DEEP WITHIN.
A BODY THAT IS BOLTED AND SCREWED BACK TOGETHER, LIKE A DEMENTED JIGSAW PUZZLE, IS ALL THAT REMAINS OF A ONCE YOUTHFUL FOUNDATION FROM WHICH WE SET OUR GOALS AND INSIGHTS BY.
YOU LINGER, AS THE LAST FLEETING MEMORIES START TO FADE, CONSUMING OUR IDENTITIES, UNTIL WE TOO, ARE JUST MEMORIES.
CLICK,CLICK,CLICK
FROM FAR AWAY,YOU CAN IMAGINE THE STEEL GURNEY; YOU ACHE AS THE COLDNESS OF THE TABLE CREEPS INTO YOUR PORES.
A MECHANICAL VAMPIRE DRAWS THE LAST OF YOUR BLOOD FROM YOUR VEINS, THE COOLNESS OF THE FORMALDEHYDE RUSHES IN AND SUFFOCATES AND LINGERING WARMTH.
NO GOD, I DIDNíT ASK TO BE BORN.

THE COVER CLOSES AND WE,
WE
REMEMBER NO MORE.


by
(Melissa A. Good)



Do we remember no more? That is what Supernatural Inc. Investigations is trying to find out.
SNI is a team of Paranormal Researchers, yes researchers and not just investigators. We research our cases from the beginning, the middle and the end. We leave no stone unturned. Some say that Paranormal Investigation is a hobby. To us at Supernatural Inc. Investigations it is more than a hobby, it is a PASSION! A passion to find the truth, what ever that truth may be and a passion without charge as SNI will NEVER charge for any reason. Our payment is the truth and the love the of the paranormal.
At Supernatural Inc. Investigations
:

"WE SEEK OUT THE TRUTH"




FORBIDDEN

Forbidden

You donít know
I canít say

Forbidden appetites
Tattered dreams
Dishonest promises
Sweet with candy coating
Dissolve into a puddle of lies and coagulate at my feet
Lies and self deception
Swirl from your lips
Blind to my desires
Self-worship controls the ship
Quicken does my pulse by your tantalizing touch

Captivating softly
Your life impacts mine
As
Whispering tears gently kiss my cheeks
Vanished your emotion
Runaway with my heart

Tattered
Blind
Forbidden

Melissa A. Good





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