http://slow.writerscafe.org/bperros The original writings of author Screaming Soul en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776019046 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When truth, trust and sanity have become elusive http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bperros/1045023/ Unfold Is there room for me?Unfold and let me in, please.Not to die away But to live in a cocoon whereNo dread of rulingNor proof of worth exists.I have a feeling you have a placeOf salubrious peace…. Shhhhhh…I can almost see the colors .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bperros/1036993/ Where is your Heart?Where is your heart?Keeping it in winter’s chillWith iced chilling windsAs For me �" you cannot killAbove the depthsI rise, not answering the abyssWhose call is constantAnd whose meeting I will missSince my psyche had not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bperros/1036243/ The DoorThere’s nothing you can do about it! Black.But I can fix it! White.He’s gone. Black.Oh, he just is on a business trip.  White.He’s dead. Black.It’s OK.  He wassick.  White.He’s passed out drunk. Black.I guess .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bperros/1036242/ SurfaceWho cares about the surface?Divorce, scandal, re-hab and medicationMaybe we should but I don’tIt becomes the focus of our nation.Talking heads and babbling tonguesI tune it out �" no one caresPerhaps magnets they becomeTo the weak and thos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bperros/1036239/ SEARCHINGIt’s all about the turn.Holding it in the groove.The balance and the danceOf motion and mass.The timber basin twistedBy the spin of the lathe.It’s all about the rotationOf the clay on the wheelThat fashions the vesselBy the hold and re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bperros/1036238/ PAINT IT!There’s nothing you can do about it! Black.But I can fix it! White.He’s gone. Black.Oh, he just is on a business trip.  White.He’s dead. Black.It’s OK.  He wassick.  White.He’s passed out drunk. Black.I guess.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bperros/1036237/  Mistaken  Mistaken and wrong thatMy ears were for your words,My heart was for your pining,My soul was for your songs. How my ears heardYour love sirens calling,Your heart pumping your sorrow,Your songs in concert to my soul... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bperros/1036236/ Be Its Best I thank God for a new dayI greet the floor and know I am here-A gift of knowing I will be.To love the good and ignore the evil.A genesis of fresh existenceWithout agendas or manipulations.Diminishing the judgment and the fear.Obligated to do o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bperros/1036235/ ImprintsWeight from her presence in the clayLeft a curious trace.Found by the wanderersLost in a lonely place.Looking at and touching thisUniquely shaped remainWhere life once flourishedAnd her love strongly reigned.The combination of moleculesOnce reactin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bperros/1036234/ NO ENDINGThe Ending has no endingMerely strangled and buried aliveThe Huntress starved herselfSo others could surviveThe Power had no channelTo course its Life blood lineThe Hunted left relievedfrom her unrequited PineSorrowful for the pain,Goodness carved.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bperros/1026528/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bperros/1026521/ There's no place like... I'm homesick. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bperros/991732/ If only we had the time together. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bperros/991730/ AZURE BLUEThe color of eyes that once knew me.The color of the skyabove me.The color of water thatconsumes me. The color of wings in thesun.The color of beach housewalls.There are none. The color of the whirling wind.The color of sweet sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bperros/991728/ The sorrow of losing the only person who knows my soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bperros/991727/ A clash of society's norm and one's behavior. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bperros/991725/ The last look at two lovers' day together. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bperros/991005/