http://slow.writerscafe.org/Moltengrace The original writings of author RFDIII en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776062889 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 awoo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1421841/ An old throwback to a poem I wrote named Down. I thought it was time to move past it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1407674/ We need the kind. Yet still, we keep the vicious.We run in circles, killing to love.Why is that? Because with peace we do not progress. We do not change.It is the nature of turmoil, conflict, and it is the nature of life.Despite all our ailments, there is no fate more cruel than stagnationamidst a f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1406746/ A time for longing,a time for play.A place to sleep the day away.A time for thought,a time to move.A place we fall in unknown grooves.I won't move,but still won't stay,there ain't no place to fall today. To fall away, to wake, to dream.To wake up in a flash of beams.I'm not moving,but still can't st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1404187/ They say hope dies last. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1393006/ Try as I might, I can never seem to hide certain things well enough. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1391082/ Don't get me wrong, I know I'm not a stalkerBut with how often I find myself idling in common groundsit's hard not to question.I find myself hoping to find you. But then I find they were only common as I chose them.Hoping to find you where you would not go...a silly enterprise.But it's hard not to h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1386939/ Of course I work in allegory. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1376498/ My cries are horrible thingsmuch more like convulsions than anything elseThey come and they goThey ebb and they flowAnd I hope to hide them forever.Carrying pain, these shrill soundsonly serve to pushall that I'd pull.These vibrations wash alland wound all.Cutting heartstringsleft and right like lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1374975/ YouTo hold you,know you, to feel you.I live blessed in your presence.Our time isShort and fleeting,andWarm and wounding,but I would rather wound myself upon youthan to go without,to never caress. AndNever dare to guessthat our time might havemeaning. BecauseThe limitation, I know,is that you would a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1368698/ Echoes of pasts follow me here.Distorted, those lives no longer seem clear.Ifind hope in myself from hearing these sounds butwhat once were explosions have morphed into clouds.Formed into something... new yet the same,like a message in ink soaked wet from the rain.Soaked by the time and people .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1351081/ Blacker than black.Lacquered in fat.Faster to masterThe oldTriple Hat.Not like before.Two for to score.AndOne on the mealy meansNothing but moreDeath & StarvationReels under their heelsMarching for mileson nothing butVeals.SoTwist and we turn.Violently shake.ButWhat do we throw when there's noth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1303050/ You have a choice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1282388/ Why does  wind sooth our wounds?And why'd the sun expose us?In silent times our kind kneltpon hollowed ground, marked by ashto bare no markof life.Hiding. Hunting. Healing by extruding demonson all friends and not all foestil darkened lines began to showdiffusing into night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1235285/ A trail of pondsbehinds us.Nothing comes to mind.Yet nothing is something,is it not?Something unrefined?Still, from nothingcomes something -so are they the same?Does nothing just wait for something to hit play?Are we unintentional invention,of inventors embarks?A trail of pondsbehind us.Which ones d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1146828/ Observations amidst a rainstorm. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1140565/ I love herand love her ineffably.Which is partly what makes this so hard.When life had cast me to be lonelyher soft voice had sewn past my guard;Piercing my skinand everything inPulling us close more and more.She silenced my dinand soothed what was inmy heart and itscrimson shores.Soa rose by any ot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1113701/ I hate this hour of the night.The point where I desire sleepand these bones beg for rest,Yet I fear tomorrow shall only providecascades of repetition.Repetition I fear,as it succinctly charts my path,ever reminding me that a life iswhere you have been.And I have been stuck.StuckIdling between d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1113670/ To claim something impossibleis simply to state that it hasnot yet been observed.All things were one once.The rules -may- still change. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1099772/ As a child you taught me all about nothing.Not fighting nor fussing -Just all that is nothing.I held no grasp of just what you were.No care came to me, from you - a blur.The silhouette that sought the exit of my eye.For first stood a figure...And then stood a lie.In spite,I never missed you.But I qu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1094296/ Third. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1091664/ PotentialSo we say, today of days,Don't waste your time on thought.All we need are books and moneyand that which money bought.Potential has an odd wayof breaking through these cracks.Enshrouding, Crowding, even avowwingto all which suc-cess lacks.But I say,today of days,there ispotential turned star.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1087945/ A lover whose love was lost makes a choice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1083950/ A macabre tale of what may lay in wait for those who dare pilfer a grave. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1067493/ In life we come together,Only to fallapart.Our words flyever onwardetching linesamidst the dark.Lines thatlead us forwardDrifting at amarching pace,Never ceding,always bleedingfrom withinthe wounded place. A scar sewnfull from malice.Or .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1055848/ Something tore apart the clouds;Was it you?Were you proud?Were it zephyr from the eastto make my zenith bloom?Or perhaps you sighed beneath a tree,soughing air so wistfully,fleeing lungs and fleeing theeto tear tear apart my sky.A dove can form a tempest,Though it isn't very likely.But something tor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1028444/ JadedI’ve done it all before.Heard the knock.Checked the door.I died in a foxholeas a boy.Truculence leaks.Obstreperous ploys.So I fuss and fightand cry to sleep.Like a child.Like a sheep.I’ve done it all before.Tired;Or is there more?Does it fade,Or has it faded?Is it jade,Or have I jad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1026538/ Arithmetic is out to get me;Preaching one and one makes two.Yet you and I are one, together.One and one makes lovewith you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1023619/ She stares at him through glassThrough his soul, through her tears.A silhouetting oakOn horizon 'cross the field.All life has left him, She's thankful for their time.There's nothing looking forward. The past, forlorn, entwines.A breeze rolls by so sweetly, Infused with buttercup.Words we find, not j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1023152/ An Apology to Somebody, SomewhereThe sun shall fall, once and for all.White flames rain down 'pon the earth.I've never been one to be sorry.I've never been one to stir mirth.But my eyes see pyres,of pain and of fire,And soot, drowning day into night.And all of it comes,by the flick of a thumb,The ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1023117/ Just VisitingFather, Mother,You rang the wrong number,So I had to pick up the line.Though not all is forgiven, and pardoned;Pardon me, I never forget.I never forget I'm not of here.I never forget father ran.While everyone else was burying seeds,my world was imploding in sand.And then I snapped i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1022534/ The gunman with the heart of goldinlays intaglio‘pon his heart-strings.One etching at a time;carving ‘pon what’s his,Never to knot.“Non ad Nodum.”Never to Knot.Ever-naught but naughtinside. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1022178/ I see etched in faces the hurt.Of long, tragic lives all desert.The cases, and paces, of sorrow burnt steppes,The cases of old, wretched, and inept.Were it to be me, I see.Perhaps it would not be so different.Were it to be me, I'd stand in their souls,best that I could,cobbling. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1020083/ It started with a spark of intensity;NowMissiles reign down on us all.In fact, we have a propensity,for bloodshed and fire and gall.But what of the meek and the frightened? And those whom imprison their bite?What of the dead and the dying? And those who live all throughout night?Should peace come at.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1020071/ I told mother I don’t love her.I told her it’s been for a while.I told her there’s nothing left in me.I told her why I never shall smile.Tears in her eyes shined as MedallionsDo when held up to moon-light.I wish I could say I felt sorry;Inside there was nothing but night.Be I b****.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1018910/ The final part of 'Oh, the Humanity!) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1013168/ Part two of 'Oh, the Humanity!' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1013167/ Part one of 'Oh, the Humanity!' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1013164/ I wish I were a turtle,I would never run and hide;But keep a bookTucked in my nookWhere I may read or ride.I wish I were a serpent,So I may broach your skin;To leave punch-marks‘Pon your embarkSo you'll waste away within.I wish I were a crane,my soul could fly away;.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1010200/ The weak die.The strong also die.But as with everything,They are all but matters of time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1010198/ These Indigenous IndigentsFlock around the flameTheir hopeless eyesn' sordid guiseportray them all but lame.For these here are no weaklings,Though vagabonds,they are.They've traded heartsfor old car partsTo make them what they are.Limpid thought has fled them.Love has been a curse.Heroin has made th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1010129/ The Dirge shall follow the malady. An itinerant phantom; shuffling dirt.There shall be no cure on this land for me.Indelibly dead - in hell or on earth.SoWrap me betwixt crimson satin.Place coppers by two 'pon my face.Naught, shall be ,the home which I've sought,  in nothingI've .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1008608/ AMid-Night QuarryInnocuous knocking pleats beats'pon my door.“Who could that be? What is this for?”TheChamberlain's clock lingers at half-past four.A silent offender'midst beats 'pon my door.“Dare come to me, knave, at thistime of night!?”“There was no choice,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1007431/ MagnificentHorizons, do dance on sorrows beak,In forlorn eyes of mornsdeprived,waltzing without sleep.Seductress of theflames,Enchantress of the meek,Be cool lest charms shallsnatch your souland drain veins of replete.Pulchritudinous in lace.Buxom by design. Silhouetting wanton framestor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1006444/ Petulanceand Acrimony(Pecuniarymarriage)Tenebroustendrils, starkmiasma, encroaches this tumult oftime;Zephyr soughs, bark-heartthy master, groaning 'midst piercing repines. Censure andsolace; Petulant relief;Acrimony, Matrimony,Blood-darkwine - dowries bequeathed.~Bridesmaid tears .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1004112/ Oh! How I woke, stillmourning, in a haze!His burial's been proceeding fordays.And how he woke, one morning, with his heart glazedbronze;Petrified 'pon pedestal of all forgotten songs.PlusThe mar-ching, never seemed to cease.Pallbearers lined fromwest coast to the east.So now the guns, la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1003021/ Restless dove,Mourningdove,Must you coo at dawn?Do you stir beneath youngsunto broach your solemn song?Be it cool, and be itsweet,I hope you only know;that somber song of which yousing? A calm contrarance to the crow's. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1001849/ Small things to crush amidst soft things to touch,It matters not why, though beware.Those small things to crush, of which bask in your touch,Do linger ‘midst malignant stares.Resonant from within, to crush for to grin,cradles in your palm broken things.But practicing mercy, you may learn to lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1000717/ My first love was a short encounter of failures and missteps. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/999494/ I’ll always…Stomp dirt into plumes of dustReady, say, goor maybe,Internally combust.I’ll always…Slay myselfOver trifles.Without rifles,or pistols miming in the dark.All I need are my thoughts,They’re lethal enough, after all… So.Salutations to the confines of a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/999492/