http://slow.writerscafe.org/thatnewrazzaguy The original writings of author Ryan M. James en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776048227 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 We each are a vital part of the divine, asking each other "are you god?"There are two ideas we must rid ourselves from if we wish to achieve "the perfect state of everything".Firstly we need to burn and bury the notion that we are separate from anything. And finally we must realise that perfec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thatnewrazzaguy/1553036/ long gone Are days of Lover's ways drowned shrieking silence of crashing Waves And gaze i will where once she laY the tear that falls crieS "come what may". that final sigh heard by oneself that Longing for what once i felt again i plea wIth my own soul to take thI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thatnewrazzaguy/1462319/ Buried or burned... to earth or urn,From dust to dust I yearn to learn.Each stone thats turned, knowledge secerned, Till earn we do that great return.A vision seen of hellish scenes,The fated race of human beings,A scream to change our hopeless dream, Misdeemed we have.. lessons unseen.So .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thatnewrazzaguy/1462318/ A life so maidenly dwelleth here amongst such graced surrounds, Painted with gods gardens scent and lightened with her sounds. 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